A Gryphon's Tail, Part VIII
The sneer remained on the serpent-hen's jagged beak, her grip unwavering as she continued to roughly work the drake's tender eggs in her hand. "do you undersstand?"
The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 14: The Return....
A cold wind blew past, ruffling her feathers and sending an uncontrollable shiver racing down the hen's spine. her claws clenched the stone tightly, tearing marks in the unforgiving ground.
Play Me, Play You (QCP: BG-Eps08)
**_Terryville - Q.C. Planet_ QCP: BG-08 Play Me, Play You By Darrel James Vanwinkle (Writing as Ratseye) 09/25/2007 Chapter 01** Mrs. Leghorn handed out copies of the play to each person in her class room. "Auditions are this coming...
Priscilla Sneaking Out
Was not meant to be here, she was not meant to be remembered, and yet here she was, walking on the very ground which her body was supposed to be firmly cemented underneath in the lost reaches of history, following in sicily's wake, enthusiasm in the young hen's
The Gryphons Are Always Naughtier On The Other Side Of The Fence
Grant looked down at the horny hens, gulping, but feeling his manhood being coaxed back to life by a pair of avian tongues on each side. "painting the fence can wait..." he thought to himself.
A Change of Heart
As a drake he'd always need to mount the hens, but at the same time it didn't feel like it was about his pleasure, it was about hers.
A Royal Roast (Baked alive)
I'm sure you won't mind a bit of an audience, we're all professionals here," pauline said with a toothy grin, waving a paw to the hens and cats working in the royal kitchen.
Hunted House
The hen's foreclaws reach out and roll him over onto his back. then she reaches down between his hind legs to rub at his sheath again.
Traditions
The feast in front of them was roast duck and cornish hens, honey glazed butterflied quail, and what appeared to be some flavor of baked fish dressed with a lemon cream sauce.
Slice of Life (Otherwise Untitled)
Looking down, the anger melted out of the hen's frown leaving only frustration and sorrow. "sorry, i can't help." as she stepped off the subway and out to the lonely platform, roland scrambled to follow with a stuttering plea.
The Missing Lynx, Part VI
Rhaelyn quirked one corner of his mouth downward, his hand stilled against the hen's skull. "er, kira, what are you trying to-?" '_oh gods, shut up kira.
The Last Dance
Around he sauntered, leaving the two girls entirely in the embrace of one another before coming to sit proudly at the head of the two hens.