Your Human and You: Adventures of the Griffon Girl

My mind raced as I sat, curled under a blanket on a cushion in the corner, and tiny medicated bandages were applied to my skin over my smaller cuts. A strange feeling rose over me and I stayed silent as I watched the screeching crest fluffed hen.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TALON. I MEAN, LOOK AT HER! SHE'S TERRIFIED!" Wench screeched louder and motioned her massive claws towards my small shaking form in the corner, a look of pity and anger across her face.

"B-but... She's a human- d-don't we eat them??" Talons voice was small compared to the total ear piercing scream that was Wench's scream. I covered my ears on more than one occasion and Slasher was sat down next to me, her head hung low because of her disobedience of her mother and elder siblings.

Claw was sitting off to the side with a slightly amused look, watching her mother scold her 40 seconds younger brother. This always amused her, and if I had to be honest, I was having trouble not cracking a smile. I remembered some sort of random fact that gorillas see a revealing of teeth as a sign of aggression... Hm.

"THAT MIGHT BE SO BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU GO AFTER THE HELPLESS AND ALONE, DAMN IT! ITHOUGHT I RAISED YOU TO BE A REAL MALE!" I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing my ass off, but that wasn't hard when I found Claw towering above me, a look of skepticism across her face.

"Mom..." She called out to the screaming hen, her beak clicking slightly.

"-AND THEN THERES THE BLOOD, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START THE SKINNING YET TALON! I DIDN'T TEACH YOU!!" There was a flash of fear across my person as I suddenly clung to the blanket around me.

"Mom!" Claw was a tad louder than before.

"-AND WHAT MADE YOU THINK WE EVEN NEEDED HUMAN MEAT?! HUH?! WE ARE FINE WITHOUT YOU MAKING TERRIBLE DECISIONS FOR US RIGHT NOW WHEN MEDICAL BILLS ARE GOING TO COST YOUR ENTIRE SCHOOL FUND!"

"MOM!" Claw screeched at her mother with her crest fluffed up to the point of reminding me of a cloud.

"WHAT, CLAW, WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Wench looked at her, her feathers on her face matted and ruined with tears.

"Look..." She presented a strange piece of cloth to the crying beast before me and Wench took it quickly.

"What is this?" She turned it around whether intentional or not, so that I could see it. It was the logo of my school uniform. A golden griffon and under it, the acronym M.I.C.R.O.S, which stood for Military Intelligence Criminal Rehabilitation Olympian School. They thought they were teaching kids how to be future Olympians, when in reality... It was just a place where unruly little shits were shipped by the court system to keep them out of Juvee, which would have been an upgrade in treatment compared to their systems. I gave a small audible croak of confusion.

"Mikros? What a weird name. Is that her name?" Wench had completely forgotten to yell at her son as she wiped her eyes and stared down at the strange looking material in her claws and she slowly looked to me.

"I theorize that's her name... Or it could be her owners name. But I think the first option is more probable." She said with a smile and glanced back at me.

Wait... so... if that's there... I had been so busy being frightened of EVERYTHING... That I hadn't noticed that I was stripped down to nothing.

I.

WANT.

MY.

SHIRT.

BACK.

This was the worst moment of my life, worse than almost being skinned. Worse than being racially profiled back home in my school. Worse than learning I wasn't as racially accepted at like 10. I started to shake, pulling the blanket around me tightly and trying to stand to find something to use as some sort of shirt, SOMETHING!!

"... I don't know if I feel comfortable with a human who doesn't even feel comfortable being naked... Um... AH! I know! Claw dear, get me a knife and a belt please?" Wench was suddenly extremely chipper whilst looking upon my form. I found this terrifying and scary, even though I knew she meant no harm... maybe.

"Yes mama." She trotted off, or... Did whatever Griffons did to walk off. I cowered under the blanket and shook with a terrified glance. Light poored through the giant hole that had been cut in the middle of the blanket and my head was force through by Wench and Talon. With a terrified shriek I obeyed and jumped up. I was confused, as a talon pinned my head to the wall and something else fastened something around my waste, below my stomach but up on my hips. It was... They... They made a poncho. Out of a blanket.

Slasher sat up and looked at me with a confused and tired glance, following Talons claw back to his body. Her crest fluffed up and she let out a screech, biting his leg and making me nearly burst out laughing. The little griffon hissed angrily and bit harder and harder, every passing second. Talon let out a scree and let go of my head. I fell backwards and fell flat on my ass, in pain and amused. It took everything I had not to laugh at the little griffons actions.

"SLASHER?! WHAT THE HELL?!" Both Wench and Claw were trying to pry Slasher off her elder brothers upper leg. I got up and began to hold the little griffon like a cat, and stroke her feathers of her ultimately fluffed crest.

"SHUT UP! YOU FEATHER BRAIN! YOU DIRT CREST! DON'T YOU EVER HURT HER AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" She huffed and I sighed and set her down. I looked up and everyone's crests were fluffed in shock. There was the sound of glass breaking in the front room and everyone from the front staring in at us in shock. I started searching for the broom and dustpan, and once I found, it was immediately snatched from my hands and used to hit me in the side twice.

"No! Bad human! No snooping! I'll go clean up the mess, Slasher you and the human sit in the corner and Don't move. Then, maybe, we'll discuss whether or not you can keep it if you apologize to your brother." That's a way to reprimand your child? Reward them with a punishment reward?! I get that she was just protecting me, but... Really? She walked out front and began to sweep.

"Is that REALLY a human?! It's brown! Since when do humans come in brown?!" I heard one griffon drunk whisper to his friend.

"I'm not sure, but maybe she was shipped in from the desert?? There are rumors of a land where the humans live in spiritual packs... But they could be just rumors.... I suppose..." She was also drunk, eyeing me with curiosity.

Blocking them out I picked Slasher up in my arms and cuddled her absentmindedly. She couldn't do much damage even if she tried so I wasn't worried. She purred and cuddled back.

Wench walked back in and clicked her beak in contemplation.

"We'll keep the human..."

WAIT WHAT?! LIKE AS A PET OR A SLAB OF LIVESTOCK?!

"But, as soon as she's more tame, we'll sell her to the highest bidding pony who comes through." She smirked for a moment, letting her daughter comprehend this.

"But... There's only been 4 ponies coming through since I was born,"Her eyes went wide and her beak upturned. "Mama are you saying what I think you are?!"

Wench nodded.

"You get to decide who gets her too. She's yours. But that means you have to walk her, you have to train her, and you have to bath her-" No "-And you have to clean up after her too. I don't care if you-" I stood up and walked to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet to emphasize.
"Well... That's taken care of... But everything else you have to do." Claw stated to emphasize her mother as I walked back over to the little Griffon.

"Well... I guess... What are you going to name it?" Talon looked at me warily.

"Mikros!!"

I groaned audibly.