Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-38232361-20190321094448/@comment-36855838-20190322070015

A rushed ride home from the grocery store takes us out of town, and up to the hoard, I park inside the cave, and help Jessica to her favorite pile of gold.

She starts scarfing down coins, her hunger for wealth insatiable.

At last, she lies peacefully belly-down on the pile, her tail swaying slowly across the gold and jostling coins, pendants, and the like into a slow tumble towards the cavern floor.

I seat myself on the large bed surrounded by the piles of gold, she always said seeing me amongst the rest of her hoard reassured her, and it seems today is no exception.

Her eyes slowly lid as ahe pants faster and faster, all of her scales peel back, revealing the soft, sensitive flesh which lies beneath the spiny thicket of armor.

Great waves of excess heat begin to emanate from the newly revealed skin, and at last, with a loud clink, a massive, golden egg plops onto the mountain of gold.

She swoops over to the bed, her golden scales glittering in the little sunlight which fills the cave.

She places the egg, our child to be, between us, and soon, we sleep.

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A solid two months were spent discussing names for our daughter to be, ranging from the absurd (Jessica junior, Ama-rica, Macintosh) to the beautiful.

When at last the telltale pounding came, and the egg wobbled, we were so excited, the shell melted into a pool of gold on the cavern floor, revealing-

Our. . .son.

A toddler's body, and muscles framed with thick golden scales.

His legs grew powerful in the next few years, and his wingspan soon exceeded that of his mother.

He quickly took a liking to a lovely Yuki onna who lived higher up the mountain, and they would often play together.

Of course, soon after, lots of sons were bestowed upon the town, so we were just among the lucky early few.

But Harold has certainly been a blessing.