Fiction - Pragmatism
Title: Pragmatism
Words: 171
Warnings: Original crackfic vignette involving dragons.
Pragmatism
I like my women big boned. No - not like that. I like them large. Huge. Monumental. I like them with hands that could palm houses and feet whose impressions would form lakes. I like them vast - with faces like Rushmore, eyes like galaxies and talons like mountain ranges...
Ah... yes, I did say talons.
I like my women immense, because female dragons have always been larger, and they only grow with age, and if there's anything sexier than an ancient dragon queen, I don't know what it could be. The only trouble is, as a male dragon, I'm as likely to remind her of dinner as of love, and so in my day-to-day life, I lust for awesome, terrifying women, but content myself to live with - and love - a tiny, ordinary man.
I like my women colossal, but I like my lover safe, and if you want to call me a coward for that, well... go court a female dragon and tell me how that goes for you, eh?
Words: 171
Warnings: Original crackfic vignette involving dragons.
Pragmatism
I like my women big boned. No - not like that. I like them large. Huge. Monumental. I like them with hands that could palm houses and feet whose impressions would form lakes. I like them vast - with faces like Rushmore, eyes like galaxies and talons like mountain ranges...
Ah... yes, I did say talons.
I like my women immense, because female dragons have always been larger, and they only grow with age, and if there's anything sexier than an ancient dragon queen, I don't know what it could be. The only trouble is, as a male dragon, I'm as likely to remind her of dinner as of love, and so in my day-to-day life, I lust for awesome, terrifying women, but content myself to live with - and love - a tiny, ordinary man.
I like my women colossal, but I like my lover safe, and if you want to call me a coward for that, well... go court a female dragon and tell me how that goes for you, eh?