A Dragon’s Bath

Ego wasn’t the type of doll to really care about pet training or even trying to prove he was a worthy owner for an imp, but if there was one thing he was, it was vain. And in that vanity, came the desire to show off.

That was how his ryudra, Garterbelt, found himself in the bath, staring up at his owner while his wings drooped down under the water.

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” Ego teased, “You would think you’d be a little more grateful that’s I’m bathing you. We can’t show up to that damn pet training camp if you’re dirty. It’s just a lecture waiting to happen.”

Garterbelt tilted his head, his tail slapping the water with a harsh twist.

“Why are we going?” Ego hummed, grabbing a bottle of imp soap on his left. “An excellent question I’m pretending you asked! It’s because… ugh Hutch found out I stole a pair of his underwear, so this is my punishment. I have to go to the camp and you have to be clean.”

Garterbelt grumbled as the doll began to scrub soap over his body, lifting his wings to make it easier.

“Trust me, I’d rather just lay around all day, or do a little panty raiding,” Ego snickered, before shaking his head, “But then Minerva heard about this and well now she’s making sure I go. Which big talk from her with that little monster of an imp she has!”

Garterbelt lazily blinked.

Ego huffed, “Exactly! It’s bad enough that he breaks band equipment, but to think he tore up a perfectly good pair of panties that dropped out of my pocket for a second!” The doll went on to agonize about the lost underwear for a few minutes.

Garterbelt sat down in the bathtub, he didn’t really under his owner a lot of the time but he did know ranting like this might take a bit. There was something in his little heart, for reasons unknown to the imp, that screamed his owner was most likely a weirdo.

Still better to be Ego’s than to be on the streets.

After a few more minutes, the envy doll seemed to calm down. “Right, well no use in crying over spilt milk! We have to finish up this bath.” Ego leaned forward to unplug the tub, before he grabbed a towel behind him.

Garterbelt didn’t resist as he was picked up and quickly wrapped up.

“It’s a little dragon burrito,” Ego cackled, before he stood up and quickly spun around. “I tried to use one of those expensive soaps you know, if Hutch is going to doubt me, then at least, I can prove I buy you top shit.”

Garterbelt rolled his eyes as he buried into the towel. He was more concerned about being warm, than staring at his owner’s face.

Ego frowned, his tail wagging behind him, “But the question is! What do I dress you in huh? I was just gonna leave you bare, but maybe I should try harder…?”

Garterbelt didn’t have a care in the world at that moment, when his owner wasn’t ranting his voice was actually quite nice to listen to.

Ego stomped his foot, being careful not to jostle his beloved imp around. “Who cares! I’m not going to be fake, maybe just a bit extra huh? I’ll get your little jacket that matches my trench coat. No need to do more.”

Garterbelt only yawned as he rolled over in the towel, his wings fluttering. He had an odd one for an owner, but he could stand a little pampering every once in a while.