The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 2, Part 4

Story by GraveyardGreg on SoFurry

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#8 of The Gryphon's Goal

Another short entry, but that's because this is the end of Chapter 2! I'll post the beginning of Chapter 3 in a couple of hours!


Somehow Courtland's eyes grew even wider than when Larry had his misunderstood outburst. "No! You can't do that, Coach! My dad'll kill me! Please, he'll take me off the football team for sure!"

Coach Bowling's expression softened for a moment--long enough for Larry to believe Courtland was going to escape punishment once again. All those months of torment, and the foo dog would be able to do it again without reprisal!

The moment passed. Coach Bowling's expression returned to its rugged hardness. "Maybe you should've thought about that before you tried to pick a fight with Larry." This time he turned sideways and stabbed a finger at the doorway. "Principal's office. Don't make me repeat myself again."

With slumped shoulders, Courtland trudged his way past the coach like someone walking the Green Mile to the electric chair, but gave one final glare at Larry, his eyes cold and filled with storm clouds of fury. Then he was gone, but Larry knew he'd he back. Coach Bowling meant well, but now the conflict would escalate. Courtland would be punished, but there wouldn't be any stopping him from getting his pound of gryphon flesh.

The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 4

"Sorry I'm late, Mister Kimbrell," Larry said as he entered the classroom. He felt the weight of everyone's eyes as he approached his desk. "I had to really go to the bathroom." It was the truth, even if it wasn't all of the truth. Mister Kimbrell, a...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 3

"You let him go first, Courtland," a soft voice replied. Once free of the foo dog's claws, Larry scrambled away to what he hoped was a safe distance. The minotaur from the hallway held Courtland's wrist in what must have been a painful angle, given...

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The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 2

"Oh, really?" said Sampson, smirking. "Which team is it?" "He's going to say basketball," Larry said. Osaze nodded. "The shrimpy one is correct." A sly grin began to form on his long, slender muzzle. "We basketball players are a...

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