The Lion and the Lamb, Chapter 10Chapter Ten: An Accident"That settles it! Chenoa, it is!" Closing the book, Smokey set it aside and scooted closer to the mattress, his attention settling on the newly named chick. "What do you think of your name, Chenoa? Do you like it?" he cooed, bringing his hand underneath her face to lightly tickle her chin. Chenoa giggled and pressed her head into Smokey's palm, being more concerned with a head rub than her new name. Babbling a couple of non-existent words and throwing out a squeak carried out on a lengthy note, she indulged in the feeling of her daddy's scaly fingers rubbing into her scalp. Fluttershy narrowed her eyes w
The Lion and the Lamb, Chapter 9Chapter Nine: Chenoa Squeals of bliss leaped from the child, delighting in the warmth of the water and the reaction the griffon received from it as she wriggled around. Splashing was fun! Her adoptive male guardian seemed to enjoy it, too. Why else would he be smiling and snickering every now and again? The pink-maned pony settled back on the bed, rolling flat on her back and snuggled under the blanket. Closing her eyes lightly, she listened in as the sounds of the baby washing up drifted in from the adjacent room. The precious
The Lion and the Lamb, Chapter 8Chapter Eight: Let Them Eat Soup Immediately noticing the sudden blush on Fluttershy's face, a responding pink bloomed upon Smokey's scaly cheeks. Ear frills drooping slightly in flustered embarrassment, he held free hand up in a defensive gesture with a light shake."Oh! Uh I-I didn't mean it like that, Miss Fluttershy. I just, uh, thought that you know, it's good for a child to have a male figure and a female figure to look up to, a-and since we found her, w-why not it be us? Why can't she call us Mom and Dad? We we wouldn't be you know, a couple, or anything--just friends.
The Lion and the Lamb, Chapter 7Chapter Seven: Mommy and Daddy With the largest pot Smokey possessed filled with broth, sliced vegetables, and herbs simmering upon the wood burning stove set on low heat, he prepared meals for his animals. The dragon opened the left cabinet door to the storage space built in under the counter and reached in to retrieve one of two industrial-sized bags. One was filled with bird seed, the other had grass pellets. The clawed hand grasped onto the rolled up top of the seed feed first. As the crinkling sounds of the bag's material reached the ear holes and registered themselves into the brains of all five doves, they immediately to
I think i know where that middle 'kitteh' photo came from