Kind of hard to forget the girl who put you in the hospital for three months.
Zed
Mom. It wasn’t her fault my shift went haywire in her house.
Mom
Well, her dad didn’t have to sue us for damages. We could’ve settled it out of court.
Zed
That’s not her fault, either. Nor is it her fault that she’s my alokoi. It’s been her all along though
Mom
Aw, I remember you saying she smelled nice, now that I think about it. I’m so happy for you, Zedraak. Who would’ve thought we’d have a human in the family? Bring her to dinner tonight!
Zed
I guess you didn’t see my note. I’m in California. San Drogo, where she lives. Flew down yesterday. And I haven’t exactly told her yet.
Mom
Zed!!! What are you waiting for?!
Zed
We have our first date tonight. Wish me luck
Mom
You don’t need luck when fate is on your side, darling.
Mom’s right. I don’t need luck. Cari and I just need a little time to get reacquainted, and that’s exactly what we’ll have this evening. Bolstered by the conversation, I shine my horns, twist my hair up in a bun, and get dressed for the date in a nice pullover and khakis. I want to look relaxed but not sloppy when I show up at her clinic. I want her to smile when she sees me.
Shit, I should bring her flowers. I don’t have to open the spreadsheet to know her favorite. Sunflowers. I’ll grab some from a corner store on the way if they have any.
My feral form scoffs at me and flexes his wings, offering to fly to a florist shop.
“No,” I say out loud in my sternest voice. “Stop. You’re going to rip my shirt, and I only brought one. I’m not picking Cari up half-naked.”
As if in answer, my khakis suddenly strain to their limit. I pop the button and the zipper splits of its own accord, spilling open. I stare down at my unruly half-shifted cocks in dismay.
“You’ve got to be kidding. You’re really fucking me over here,” I mutter to mindless beast inside me. I can’t even remember the last time I couldn’t control my shift. “I hope you’re pleased with yourself. We can’t go on a date unless our dicks fit in our pants.”
My feral form purrs and shows me an image of Cari’s ass in her scrubs. Then he imagines stalking her, grabbing her, and flying her off to a cave. In his fantasy, he shreds the blue material with his claws. He’s pretty clear that pants and shirts aren’t necessary.
“No.No. We are not doing that. That’s not what a date is.”
I check the time. Twenty minutes until our scheduled date. Twenty minutes to get both of them under control. Even if I can wrestle them into my pants, I’ll be working all evening to keep them from shifting in Cari’s presence.
My cocks throb at the mention of her name. My beast wants to make himselfknown.But I don’t want to be known for jerking off in a place of business…nor for accidentally pulverizing a public restroom.
Annoyed that Gabe’s snarky advice was probably right, I kick out of my khakis so they don’t get stained and storm to the bathroom.
I press my forehead to the shower wall and lean over the drain, a cock in each hand. I wonder what Cari will think of them. The upper one, the one that persists in my more humanoid form, has three pronounced bulges that barely fit in my fist. I’d be worried that she’d find it too monstrous except she said she’s dated dragons before, so she knows what to expect.
The lower one, the cock that only emerges when I shift, ironically looks mostly human, albeit with a more tapered head. But it hides a secret at the base: a knot that will swell dramatically inside my mate and lock us together. It’s more sensitive, too.
