#53 of Short Stories
A gryphon answers to an inquiry, while concealing the true answer.
~ The gryphon's loins flared to life as the raccoon inquired of his opinion. The catbird kept his belly to the cool floor, his posture of feigned serenity.
~ "Oh, yes. That bikini bottom is a nice pattern against your fur.", for once thankful for the ignorance that one finds in the company of mammals as his nares shifted to a bright red.
~ 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...