#52 of Short Stories
A gryphon answers an unheard inquiry.
~ The tip of the gryphon's beak trailed a path up along her waist and to her belly, tongue following behind on a teasing retreat from her damp regions.
~ Pausing his precise attentions, the gryphon answered, "I'm all mammal where it counts, hon."
~ The raccoon's fingers gripped tightly around the gryphon's ears and head as though to guide the attentions of his beak to precisely to best spot. His annoyance with her disregard for the fragility of feathers manifested as a hungry rumbling growl,...
~ The fox slipped sheepishly into the doorway, his mind focused on how silly of a ranger costume he wore and giggled a bit at the whole notion of this fiction. His eyes laid upon the raccoon's druid costume, her scent reminding his body of just how...
~ Roland's shift at the theater had run into the early hours of morning, and the kobold looked forward to his quaint apartment a number of subway stops away. He settled into place while the subway car rumbled and jostled its way along the path, a...