Going For a Ride (Otherwise Untitled)
#54 of Short Stories
A bemused gryphon has a frank discussion with an aroused raccoon.
~ The gryphon sighed, handing over the riding bridle. "This isn't going to come close to working with my beak."
~ The raccoon's face seemed a bit crestfallen.
~ Flaring his wings for a bit of emphasis, ".. and I think this saddle would break at least one wing..", handing it over as well.
~ The raccoon's erection seemed a bit sadder, somehow.
~ "Now this...", holding up the riding crop as his feather tufts of ears perked to match his own erection's vigor.
~ The raccoon's loins concurred.