Page 51 of Riding A Cock-Horse
The bastard is lucky that I'm otherwise occupied at the moment.
“Why the fuck are these women chained to the bed? Is that one in labor? Why are her chains ripped off? Did she do that?!”
“No,” I respond coolly. “I did—can you just imagine what I'm going to do to your dick?”
Nestor raises both hands.
“Easy, love, I swear I’m not with the wolverines and other Tershes. I was just doing it to distract them.”
I can't tell if it's the truth I hear ringing in his words or just my desperation that he's on our side because Ireallyneed some help.
“Listen, pal, you can explain and apologizelater. Right now, we've got a situation on our hands. We need to help this woman give birth.”
Nestor looks over my shoulder.
“Is she even awake?!”
“No!” I screech. “That’s why we’ve got to do thisnow!”
The Loch Ness Fuckup leans down to take a gander between the lady’s legs and stands back up so quickly, he almost bowls me over.
“Wh-wh-what isthat?” Nestor stammers.
Nothing unnerves a man quicker than a woman giving birth to an unknown creature.
“It's a surprise!” I shout snarkily. “Now, push down on her stomach!”
Nestor’s face turns the same color as his monster’s skin.
“Don't you even think about passing out!” I roar.
Seriously, how many unconscious people am I going to have to deal with today?
The pretend traitor finally makes his way over to the woman and gently rests his hands on her stomach.
“I can't push,” he cringes.
Any other time, I would be touched by the care and reverence he’s showing to this pregnant chick…
Unfortunately, today isnotthat day.
“PUSH!” I scream.
Lester's hands act of their own accord, and he slams down to project the…whateverout. The thing comes barreling out of the woman's vagina out, into my arms, and knocks me on my flat on my ass.
Well, this whole experience totally gives new meaning to the word‘birth cannon’.
Staring down at the sticky creature, I realize what I thought was a muzzle is actually a beak attached to what seems to be maybe a lion—but with wings.
How come this lion-thing gets wings?!
Because this isn't a creature like me. It's not a chimera.
No—it's a motherfucking griffin!
It would seem like Dr. Fuckface’s genetic splicing is yet another success.
“Oooo—we can name him Gryffon!”
