The gryphon and the couatl
And he lifted his tail, unsheathed the tip of has barbed feline penis, and sprayed a squirt of stinking urine onto the stones to mark his territory. only a swift flick of the couatl's tail kept its own feathers from being fouled.
Catnundrum. Chapter Four.
There was only one kind of... variation he was interested in right now outside his own feline dick. "ok, fair enough." rob nodded moving over to sit at the counter. "could you get me...something to drink?"