
Girl Talk
Smolder rips grass out of the ground and eats it, braids Silverstream's mane, and talks about ponies.
Silverstream’s breath kinda smells like fish right now and that’s the only flaw I can pin on her. Her beak and claws are polished. Her mane has that wild...windswept...thing going on.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“You’re literally perfect,” I tell her. I put a little growl into my voice to make it clear that I’m seething in rage.


1791 words: Estimated 9 minutes to read
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- Girl Talk 2021-10-07 22:18:30 UTC1791