Cut and Run Ch. 20 (Allen Belushi Cycle 20)

Unfortunately, my Dad’s old pants didn’t quite fit the new and improved him. They were really meant for a paunchy old dude, not some young buck who was ripped six ways to Sunday. But we made do.

Eventually, we, or perhaps I should say, Pirin, led him to the living room area, and had him sit down. Of which he just ambled along pleasantly following her, scoping out her ass and tail the entire time. She grinned when she noticed his attention.

For the first time that I could ever recall, not once was he trumping or griping about every little annoyance.

Cut and Run, Ch. 11 (Allen Belushi Cycle 11)

“Ever since word got out about me nearly poisoning a pregnant Dragon, I’ve been Shunned!” she whispered hoarsely, her wings drooping to the floor in despair. “Even my Creche-sisters won’t talk to me anymore!” she wailed, as a lock of blonde hair dropped into her face.