*Sick Pythor (sequel to Momma Pythor)*

Pam came into the bedroom just to hear Pythor cough loudly and frowned. It's been a day since she recovered from her cold, and she feels as right as rain. But today is not Pythor's day because she caught her cold. Still holding the tray with his tea and soup, she then looked up to see him holding his tissue over his mouth to cover his coughing mouth.

"Jeez," she said as she walked up to the side of the bed to give him his meal. "With a cough like that, you're likely to hack up a lung."

"I can't help it," Pythor grumbled as she placed the tray on his blanket-covered lap. "My throat hurts. I should've listened to Lloyd about kissing you and catching your cold."

"I don't remember you doing that," she replied with confusion.

"You were asleep at the time," he explained with a sheepish blush. Pam glared at him in reply.

"Real smart."

"I couldn't help it; you looked so adorable when sleeping there." Pam smiled at those words.

"That's so sweet," she cooed before taking out a bottle of cough medicine and becoming more serious. "But you're still taking your medicine." The Anacondrai groaned as she poured some of it into an extra spoon she brought.

"But that stuff tastes awful," he whined.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she replied before gently shoving the bad-tasting spoon into his mouth.

*Horseback Riding*

Pythor hoisted himself up to mount the back of his palomino. He then turned to see the other Serpentine mount their horses.

"I still don't get why we have to learn how to ride horses," Skales grumbled, looking down at his white stallion. "I mean, sure, they're strong looking, but…still…"

"I've always wanted to try it," Acidicus replied with a shrug before stroking his bay.

"I don't know," Fangtom said, looking down at his horse with a gulp. "This chestnut here's been giving me that wild look in his eye."

"I just hope I'm not too heavy for my horse," Skalidor said, looking down at his black mare.

"Just remember to hold onto the reins and your tail around the waist," Pythor instructed, "but not too tightly." With a click of his tongue, Pythor coaxed his steed to walk forward. The others did the same to follow him in suit. A short while of careful riding later, Skales finally spoke up.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this."

"Good," Pythor replied with a smile. "Now we'll move on to the next step: trotting."

"Say what?"

"I take it these saddles don't come with cushions for our rear," Skalidor groaned, looking down at his saddle.

*Puppy Pythor (sequel to Pythor's Neck Massage)*

Lloyd was passing a room when he heard moaning coming from inside it. It sounded like Pythor; he was complaining lately how his neck's been hurting. The boy then poked his head in to make sure the Serpentine's doing alright.

What he saw surprised him. Pythor was lying on the couch on his stomach, and his head was resting on Pam's lap as she sat on it with him. She was massaging her fingers into the back of his neck, and he wagged his tail in response with a smile on his face. Pam was also smiling, probably thinking how cute he looks.

Lloyd then snorted to keep back his laughter, making the two of them turn to him with surprise.

"Lloyd?" Pythor asked with an arched eyebrow. "What is so funny?"

"I'm sorry," the boy snickered, "but…you look like a puppy when you wag your tail like that." The couple looked down at the tail and saw that he's right about it.

"Well," Pam giggled as she tilted Pythor's chin up at her and started to scratch under it, "at least you're a big, handsome puppy."

"Woof," he replied with a flirty tone, making her giggle harder.

"Okay, now it's getting gross and awkward," Lloyd groaned before leaving the room.