So, I decided to kind on link them together this time to create a bigger short-story. Tell me if you like this style.

Also, I'm sorry if this isn't exactly like the other ones, it's a bit hard going from a rather serious story to lighthearted humor.

Anyways, enjoy!

Enforce

Suggested by: htffan951

Spyro was laying on the couch, waiting for Cynder to come back from hunting. It was late, and he had begun to grow tired. He knew he was going to fall asleep soon, and hoped Cynder would be home before then. He knew he was going to wake up on the couch tomorrow morning, though.

Eventually, Cynder slowly walked through the door, dragging a dead pig in with her.

"What, did you steal that pig from the cheetahs?"

"Maybe..."

"You know we'll get sick if we eat it, right? You have to cook pig before you can eat it, and we aren't exactly good at cooking.

"We're dragons, I'm pretty sure we'd be able to eat it raw."

"Suit yourself. Anyways, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

"Don't make me enforce the rules on you, Spy."

"What rules?"

"No sleeping on the couch."

"And who made that one?"

"Me," she replied, smirking. "Now get up." Spyro grinned. "And if I don't?"

"Ah, Spyro, you know I can't make you. I guess I'll sleep alone tonight..." she made the best puppy eyes she could, and began walking up the stairs."

"You know reverse psychology doesn't work on me, right? Spyro replied, but still followed her up the stairs, not even caring about the pig.

Starving

Suggested by: Dragon-Uprising

Spyro walked into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He opened the fridge with his tail, only to find a dead pig occupying the space. He nudged the fridge shut, the coldness of it fading away quickly.

"Cyn," he yelled, "I'm starving! Is there anything to eat!?"

He heard a faint reply from upstairs. "Yeah! Look in the fridge, and eat that pig I caught!"

"Fine..." he mumbled to himself. Completely forgetting that he may get sick, he grabbed it from the fridge and took a big bite out of it. He kept doing so until he felt satisfied, and put what was left back in the fridge. He shuddered as he remembered that by eating that pig, he was stealing his happiness from tomorrow.

Pain

Suggested by: Dragonfinder

Spyro lay in bed, the pain from his headache dulling his sense of thought. It was more annoying than painful, but it was enough to make him wish he hadn't eaten that pig.

Cynder walked into the room, back with some actual cooked meat, freshly prepared by one of the chefs in one of the cheetah villages. He was greatful that she had gotten something he could eat this time; he was still a bit hungry from yesterday. She opened up the box that had the meat in it, and Spyro looked at it, mouth watering. He had expected her to give it to him, but instead, she sat on his legs, making him unable to move them. She brought the meat to her mouth and took a bite.

"Uh, Cynder, are you gonna give me some, or-"

She cut him off, grinning. "If you want it, then come get it."

"Huh?"

"C'mon, Spy, you haven't exercised for a while now, and I want to see if you can do a sit-up."

"Cyn, I have a headache."

"So, my purple savior is down to a point where he can't even manage a sit-up?"

"Fine." Spyro said. He attempted to do one, and was surprised when he couldn't.

Cynder laughed. "It's all that fat on ya."

"Hey, watch who you call fat," Spyro said, even though he wasn't in exactly the shape he used to be.

Cynder laughed once more and gave him a kiss on the forehead, putting only half the meat on Spyro's lap. "That's all you really need. You can have the other half when you can get it." With that, she walked out of the room, a playful smile on her face.

Sweet

Suggested by: Guest

Spyro, slowly getting better, decided it was time to get out of bed and be part of the world. He carefully uncovered the blankets that lay over him, causing him to be embraced by the chill of the air. It was actually quite warm, the blankets had conditioned his body to be used to an even warmer temperature. He swiveled around, hopping off the bed and landing on all fours. He walked out of the room, and then down the stairs. In the center of the living room there was a present. A sparkly one at that.

Spyro walked over to it. He noticed a tag attached to it. In scribbly handwriting, it read:

To: Spyro

From: Cynder

Glad to see you're better, hope you enjoy!

How sweet of her, I thought, she shouldn't have.

I walked over to the box. I was guessing she was out hunting, and possibly left it for me to open by myself.

I carefully unwrapped the box as if there were perfectly cut diamonds inside. But to my surprise, when I opened it, there was the leftover meat inside of it.

I choked back a laugh, remembering what she had said earlier. I had completely walked right into it. Still, I was a bit hungry, so I went on to eat it anyways.