Grappled by a griffin

Hot on Jennifer's tail, you don't pay attention to the dark nooks and high rafters you pass, and from them a large and bulky griffin jumps down on you!

He sits on you with his lion feet on either side and grabs your ankle in his huge eagle claw. with the other one he starts poking and feeling your footpaw, making you hiss and rowr with laughter.

"What kind of griffin are you?" he asks as he continues to fiddle with your toes, squeezing the to make your claws extend. "You have a griffin's back feet, but not the beak, claws or wings!"

Written by Stucklepaw

Tell him you're not a griffin

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