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SFW, but their is some swearing and implications of more adult subjects so some light reader discretion is advised
Night falls over Gryphon Enterprises and for once, instead of getting up to TF shenanigans, the staff are just enjoying one another's company, having a party and sharing a bit of gossip.
Edited by
UnsavoryRepute
And featuring a cast of characters by myself and
GoldenGryphon in the Gryphon Enterprise setting!
Don't worry I have a couple of traditional TF stories coming up next, then the start of a pretty big series set in the GE universe!
For now though, please enjoy a night in with the characters and find out just who cupid has struck with his arrow...
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As the sun slowly set, the lights of Gryphon Enterprises' in-house bar and grill, The Gryphon’s Nest, spilled out into the quiet street, creating a warm and welcoming bastion of light in the dark ocean of asphalt and concrete. Unfortunately for the thirsty regulars, the bar’s closed sign also burned brightly in the night, a small sign on the door letting those hoping for a drink know that the place had been reserved for the hard working staff.
Inside, a motley collection of office workers, animal people and heavily pregnant, all-but-naked employees sat about, chatting and commiserating. All free from their duties, all finally able to kick back and relax… All save one.
“You know, we can always just go back behind the bar and serve ourselves if you prefer?” Michel offered, leaning against the bar and shooting the snow leopard behind it a friendly smile. “Sierra said everyone had the night off and that includes you, kitten.”
“And let these jokers make a mess of it?” Sasha scoffed, pouring a bottle with one hand while she texted with the other. “Please! I clean up enough at home, the last thing I need is that kind of trouble at work.”
“How’s the little one?” The cow woman asked, her smile growing as she watched her friend's face brighten at the mention of her child. “I assume Ewin and your girl are still on babysitting duty while she’s on maternity leave?”
“He’s growing up so fast.” Sasha sighed. “He’s just as bossy as Sierra, but he also inherited her softer side.”
“I’m sure one day he’ll be running this place.” Michel laughed. “If he’s anything like either of you, he’ll be unstoppable when he gets older! Though…” She hesitated. “I don’t suppose… Sierra has been ‘involved’ at all?”
Sasha’s smile thinned slightly as she shrugged, her voice gaining a slightly cool tinge as she replied, “I love Sierra, she’s a wonderful employer and she’s been a lovely friend. She’s offered to help, but outside of paying for the sitters and for his education, I’d rather not overcomplicate things.” She rolled her eyes. “Sierra is… Lovely, but she can be a little overly generous and I’d rather not have MY son growing up being showered with magical powers and having every one of his wishes granted.”
“Understandable.” Michel raised a hooved hand. “Didn’t mean to sound judgy. Obviously, you're doing a great job as a single mother.”
“Oh well…” Sasha blushed and brushed a strand of her hair behind one soft, round ear. “Maybe not a single mother. Not entirely at least.”
“Ooooh!” Michel laughed, leaning in. “Are you seeing someone? Someone you met at the bar?”
“Sort of…” Sasha smiled innocently. “Someone… At the company.”
“You naughty kitten!” Michel giggled. “Who is it? April? No, she’s dating that Hazel girl now… Jade? No… Hmm no she’d have told me during one of her milking sessions…”
“It's a guy.” Sasha smiled nervously. “I just assumed that time with Sierra was a bit of a fluke, but honestly… I’ve been coming around on the unfairer sex.”
“I’d never have guessed you of all people would end up falling for a guy!” Michel laughed. “God, you used to be so macho, I wish I could see the look on your old self’s face if he could see you now.”
“Shut up.” Sasha laughed. “If you want to see that, just come by the bar sometime, we have ‘guys’ like that coming in weekly!”
“Sounds like a plan.” The cow beamed. “But alright… A guy, huh? That narrows it down…” She rubbed her chin. “Guessing it's not one of the studs?”
“No.” Sasha agreed. “I get enough meatheads hitting on me who I get to transform, I don’t need to deal with ones who Sierra wants to keep male!”
“Your loss.” Michel laughed.
“Getting filled to the brim is fun a few times, but honestly, I like to keep things a little more reasonable.” Sasha stuck out her tongue. “I prefer someone a bit more clever. Someone I can have a conversation with… Someone… Well let’s just say I have a bit of a thing for… Leopards?”
“No…” Michel looked from Sasha to the snow leopard man who had just sat down next to her at the bar. “No… SCOTT!?”
“No, what?” Scott asked, looking genuinely confused.
“Scott!?” Sasha’s jaw dropped, then she let out a loud and not entirely kind laugh. “OH MY GOD NO!”
“What!?” Scott demanded, his fur rising as he began to scowl. “What the hell did I do!?”
“Nothing!” Sasha rolled her eyes, setting her phone down and grabbing a beer from the fridge under the bar. “Like usual.”
“Okay, seriously, what the fuck is going on?” Scott demanded.
“I was asking who Sasha has been dating.” Michel said soothingly, putting a hand on the agitated researcher's shoulder. “She was saying that she’d been seeing someone at the company who she has something in common with and-”
“Is smart, so don’t worry, I obviously didn’t mean you.” Sasha smirked and slid the beer towards Scott. “Drink up, fuzzball.”
“Funny, very cute.” Scott grumbled, grabbing the beer and flicking the half opened lid off its neck. “Hey, maybe next time you try to make fun of me for being unintelligent, why don’t YOU try actually thinking of something clever to say first.”
“Wow, okay!” Michel cleared her throat. “Sensing a little hostility in the workplace here… Sorry for touching a raw nerve?”
Sasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, you're right. Let me be the bigger person and apologize. I’m sorry Scott. That was rude.”
“Thank you.” Scott nodded his head and took a drink.
“And?” Sasha asked, expectantly.
“What?” Scott asked.
“Now you apologize to me.” Sasha said, growing impatient.
“For what!?” Scott asked. “I sat down and you started laughing at me and insulting me! What do I have to be sorry for?”
“Oh TYPICAL Scott!” Sasha threw up her hands. “Everything is everyone else's fault!”
“It's literally not my fault!” Scott growled. “I just sat down!”
“And you're already complaining!” Sasha shook her head. “It's always something with you. ‘Oh my job is hard!’ ‘Oh my roommate who’s always there for me is eating my snacks!’ ‘Oh my boss turned me into a dinosaur and I had to lay a bunch of eggs, boo hoo!’”
“That last one is a VERY valid reason to complain!” Scott snapped back. “And… My job is hard! It's really stressful and… Aren't bartenders meant to be people you can tell your problems to?”
“Not when you're just looking to complain about our mutual friends!” Sasha spat. “Seriously, if you hate this job and everyone here so much, why don’t you quit?”
“Because…” Scott looked down at the floor. “All my friends work here… And I do… Love this job.”
“There you go.” Sasha folded her arms over her chest. “And if you actually REMEMBERED that next time you came in here instead of just whining about whatever annoying thing happened to you on the day, I’d probably like you a lot better.”
“Well, you could still be nicer.” Scott grumbled.
“I’m nice enough not to throw you out by your tail, fuzz-face.” Sasha snorted. “Now get on back to the party and leave me to talk to my friend.”
A laugh came from behind Scott and Michel and a moment later a familiar leopard shark slid in between the pair. “Hey Scott, heard you were in a bit of trouble and came to bail you out.”
“I don’t need your help.” Scott blushed.
“Sure you don’t.” Jimmy snickered and patted his friend on the back. “You love it when girls are mean to you, but I don’t want to have to drive home tonight with you holding your laptop bag over your crotch to hide the stains.”
“Okay, fuck both of you!” Scott hissed, pushing himself back to his feet, his fur bristling. “I don’t need to sit here and get roasted! I have other friends I can talk to!” He turned to stomp off, then glanced back over his shoulder. “Oh uh, sorry, no offense Michel, I hope you have a good evening.”
“None taken.” The cow smiled warmly, her eyes slowly sliding down to the snow leopard's ass. “I hate to see you leave, but walking away? I could watch that all night long…”
“Uh…” Scott blushed and began to hesitantly shuffle off, his fluffy tail twitching as the cow’s eyes remained locked onto his rear. “W-Well alright… See you on m-monday?”
“Looking forward to it!” Michel called in a sing-song voice. “Hmm, I don’t know Sasha, I think you're missing out… That nerd boy is cute as hell!”
She turned back to look at her friend and felt her jaw drop as she saw Jimmy leaning over the bar, his lips locked with the bartender as Sasha wrapped her arms tightly around the shark’s back. “What in the…”
“Hmm…” Sasha broke off the kiss, face flush as she gave Jimmy a sultry smile. “Thanks for saving me from that conversation, babe.”
“I’m not really into cat fights.” Jimmy snickered, reaching up a finger to lightly bap Sasha on the nose. “Especially between my two favorite kittens.”
“Wait wait wait!” Michel stammered. “You're dating Jimmy?”
“Of course.” Sasha grinned. “He’s clever, he makes me laugh and… Well, like I said, I really have a bit of a thing for leopards.” She winked. “Spots REALLY do it for me!”
“I thought…” Michel looked to Jimmy. “You and Scott were…?”
“Oh sometimes.” Jimmy shrugged. “But he’s not really into labels. Especially ones that aren't ‘straight’. Besides, let’s face it, no one in this company is monogamous.”
“That’s true.” Michel admitted.
“I sleep with bar patrons all the time.” Sasha agreed.
“I mean who here HASN’T slept with Sierra?” Jimmy laughed. “I mean, she’s like… WILDLY inappropriate as far as bosses go! And everything kind of trickles down from there.”
“True…” Sasha agreed. “Hey… Where is the boss anyway? She’s not at the party, is she?”
“Oh I’m sure she’s off having a wild five way with a bunch of newly transformed super models.” Michel laughed. “You know Sierra, she’s not going to settle for a quiet little party like this! Not when she can be out raising hell and being a wild hedonist.” She smiled warmly. “Aww she’s a legend.”
“Agreed!” The other two grinned, each imagining what crazy, outrageous things the griffin was undoubtedly up to at that very moment…
- - -
In the dark, labyrinthine depths of The Great Library Of Fate a dragon opened her jaws wide and from deep within her body came a rumbling sound.
“Aw, are you getting sleepy already?” Sierra asked, glancing over to where The Story Teller, mistress of fate and guardian of the great library had begun to slump onto her shoulder, red glasses slipping down her muzzle as she let out another body shaking yawn. “Are you ready to take this to bed?”
“No…” Story Teller yawned again. “Movie…”
Sierra laughed and gently helped shift her friend onto her lap, resting the dragon's head across her legs and carefully removing her glasses. “Alright, but only because you said the ending of this one is to die for.”
“Hmm…” The blue dragon woman hummed. “Just… Remember not to miss your party.”
Sierra glanced up at a large, ornate clock on the wall and chuckled to herself. “Don’t worry Blue, I’m just going to stick around till the best part.”
“Okay…” Story Teller yawned again and closed her eyes, her breathing slowing and falling into a steady rhythm as she fell asleep.
“I wouldn’t miss this part for anything.” Sierra whispered, brushing the dragon's hair from her face. “It's to die for.”
A few minutes later, Sierra picked up the remote and turned the TV off, allowing darkness to flood the room. The dim light of a far off candle only served to silhouette the shape of the two friends as Sierra slowly drifted off to sleep.
Night falls over Gryphon Enterprises and for once, instead of getting up to TF shenanigans, the staff are just enjoying one another's company, having a party and sharing a bit of gossip.
Edited by
UnsavoryReputeAnd featuring a cast of characters by myself and
GoldenGryphon in the Gryphon Enterprise setting!Don't worry I have a couple of traditional TF stories coming up next, then the start of a pretty big series set in the GE universe!
For now though, please enjoy a night in with the characters and find out just who cupid has struck with his arrow...
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Leopard LoveAs the sun slowly set, the lights of Gryphon Enterprises' in-house bar and grill, The Gryphon’s Nest, spilled out into the quiet street, creating a warm and welcoming bastion of light in the dark ocean of asphalt and concrete. Unfortunately for the thirsty regulars, the bar’s closed sign also burned brightly in the night, a small sign on the door letting those hoping for a drink know that the place had been reserved for the hard working staff.
Inside, a motley collection of office workers, animal people and heavily pregnant, all-but-naked employees sat about, chatting and commiserating. All free from their duties, all finally able to kick back and relax… All save one.
“You know, we can always just go back behind the bar and serve ourselves if you prefer?” Michel offered, leaning against the bar and shooting the snow leopard behind it a friendly smile. “Sierra said everyone had the night off and that includes you, kitten.”
“And let these jokers make a mess of it?” Sasha scoffed, pouring a bottle with one hand while she texted with the other. “Please! I clean up enough at home, the last thing I need is that kind of trouble at work.”
“How’s the little one?” The cow woman asked, her smile growing as she watched her friend's face brighten at the mention of her child. “I assume Ewin and your girl are still on babysitting duty while she’s on maternity leave?”
“He’s growing up so fast.” Sasha sighed. “He’s just as bossy as Sierra, but he also inherited her softer side.”
“I’m sure one day he’ll be running this place.” Michel laughed. “If he’s anything like either of you, he’ll be unstoppable when he gets older! Though…” She hesitated. “I don’t suppose… Sierra has been ‘involved’ at all?”
Sasha’s smile thinned slightly as she shrugged, her voice gaining a slightly cool tinge as she replied, “I love Sierra, she’s a wonderful employer and she’s been a lovely friend. She’s offered to help, but outside of paying for the sitters and for his education, I’d rather not overcomplicate things.” She rolled her eyes. “Sierra is… Lovely, but she can be a little overly generous and I’d rather not have MY son growing up being showered with magical powers and having every one of his wishes granted.”
“Understandable.” Michel raised a hooved hand. “Didn’t mean to sound judgy. Obviously, you're doing a great job as a single mother.”
“Oh well…” Sasha blushed and brushed a strand of her hair behind one soft, round ear. “Maybe not a single mother. Not entirely at least.”
“Ooooh!” Michel laughed, leaning in. “Are you seeing someone? Someone you met at the bar?”
“Sort of…” Sasha smiled innocently. “Someone… At the company.”
“You naughty kitten!” Michel giggled. “Who is it? April? No, she’s dating that Hazel girl now… Jade? No… Hmm no she’d have told me during one of her milking sessions…”
“It's a guy.” Sasha smiled nervously. “I just assumed that time with Sierra was a bit of a fluke, but honestly… I’ve been coming around on the unfairer sex.”
“I’d never have guessed you of all people would end up falling for a guy!” Michel laughed. “God, you used to be so macho, I wish I could see the look on your old self’s face if he could see you now.”
“Shut up.” Sasha laughed. “If you want to see that, just come by the bar sometime, we have ‘guys’ like that coming in weekly!”
“Sounds like a plan.” The cow beamed. “But alright… A guy, huh? That narrows it down…” She rubbed her chin. “Guessing it's not one of the studs?”
“No.” Sasha agreed. “I get enough meatheads hitting on me who I get to transform, I don’t need to deal with ones who Sierra wants to keep male!”
“Your loss.” Michel laughed.
“Getting filled to the brim is fun a few times, but honestly, I like to keep things a little more reasonable.” Sasha stuck out her tongue. “I prefer someone a bit more clever. Someone I can have a conversation with… Someone… Well let’s just say I have a bit of a thing for… Leopards?”
“No…” Michel looked from Sasha to the snow leopard man who had just sat down next to her at the bar. “No… SCOTT!?”
“No, what?” Scott asked, looking genuinely confused.
“Scott!?” Sasha’s jaw dropped, then she let out a loud and not entirely kind laugh. “OH MY GOD NO!”
“What!?” Scott demanded, his fur rising as he began to scowl. “What the hell did I do!?”
“Nothing!” Sasha rolled her eyes, setting her phone down and grabbing a beer from the fridge under the bar. “Like usual.”
“Okay, seriously, what the fuck is going on?” Scott demanded.
“I was asking who Sasha has been dating.” Michel said soothingly, putting a hand on the agitated researcher's shoulder. “She was saying that she’d been seeing someone at the company who she has something in common with and-”
“Is smart, so don’t worry, I obviously didn’t mean you.” Sasha smirked and slid the beer towards Scott. “Drink up, fuzzball.”
“Funny, very cute.” Scott grumbled, grabbing the beer and flicking the half opened lid off its neck. “Hey, maybe next time you try to make fun of me for being unintelligent, why don’t YOU try actually thinking of something clever to say first.”
“Wow, okay!” Michel cleared her throat. “Sensing a little hostility in the workplace here… Sorry for touching a raw nerve?”
Sasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, you're right. Let me be the bigger person and apologize. I’m sorry Scott. That was rude.”
“Thank you.” Scott nodded his head and took a drink.
“And?” Sasha asked, expectantly.
“What?” Scott asked.
“Now you apologize to me.” Sasha said, growing impatient.
“For what!?” Scott asked. “I sat down and you started laughing at me and insulting me! What do I have to be sorry for?”
“Oh TYPICAL Scott!” Sasha threw up her hands. “Everything is everyone else's fault!”
“It's literally not my fault!” Scott growled. “I just sat down!”
“And you're already complaining!” Sasha shook her head. “It's always something with you. ‘Oh my job is hard!’ ‘Oh my roommate who’s always there for me is eating my snacks!’ ‘Oh my boss turned me into a dinosaur and I had to lay a bunch of eggs, boo hoo!’”
“That last one is a VERY valid reason to complain!” Scott snapped back. “And… My job is hard! It's really stressful and… Aren't bartenders meant to be people you can tell your problems to?”
“Not when you're just looking to complain about our mutual friends!” Sasha spat. “Seriously, if you hate this job and everyone here so much, why don’t you quit?”
“Because…” Scott looked down at the floor. “All my friends work here… And I do… Love this job.”
“There you go.” Sasha folded her arms over her chest. “And if you actually REMEMBERED that next time you came in here instead of just whining about whatever annoying thing happened to you on the day, I’d probably like you a lot better.”
“Well, you could still be nicer.” Scott grumbled.
“I’m nice enough not to throw you out by your tail, fuzz-face.” Sasha snorted. “Now get on back to the party and leave me to talk to my friend.”
A laugh came from behind Scott and Michel and a moment later a familiar leopard shark slid in between the pair. “Hey Scott, heard you were in a bit of trouble and came to bail you out.”
“I don’t need your help.” Scott blushed.
“Sure you don’t.” Jimmy snickered and patted his friend on the back. “You love it when girls are mean to you, but I don’t want to have to drive home tonight with you holding your laptop bag over your crotch to hide the stains.”
“Okay, fuck both of you!” Scott hissed, pushing himself back to his feet, his fur bristling. “I don’t need to sit here and get roasted! I have other friends I can talk to!” He turned to stomp off, then glanced back over his shoulder. “Oh uh, sorry, no offense Michel, I hope you have a good evening.”
“None taken.” The cow smiled warmly, her eyes slowly sliding down to the snow leopard's ass. “I hate to see you leave, but walking away? I could watch that all night long…”
“Uh…” Scott blushed and began to hesitantly shuffle off, his fluffy tail twitching as the cow’s eyes remained locked onto his rear. “W-Well alright… See you on m-monday?”
“Looking forward to it!” Michel called in a sing-song voice. “Hmm, I don’t know Sasha, I think you're missing out… That nerd boy is cute as hell!”
She turned back to look at her friend and felt her jaw drop as she saw Jimmy leaning over the bar, his lips locked with the bartender as Sasha wrapped her arms tightly around the shark’s back. “What in the…”
“Hmm…” Sasha broke off the kiss, face flush as she gave Jimmy a sultry smile. “Thanks for saving me from that conversation, babe.”
“I’m not really into cat fights.” Jimmy snickered, reaching up a finger to lightly bap Sasha on the nose. “Especially between my two favorite kittens.”
“Wait wait wait!” Michel stammered. “You're dating Jimmy?”
“Of course.” Sasha grinned. “He’s clever, he makes me laugh and… Well, like I said, I really have a bit of a thing for leopards.” She winked. “Spots REALLY do it for me!”
“I thought…” Michel looked to Jimmy. “You and Scott were…?”
“Oh sometimes.” Jimmy shrugged. “But he’s not really into labels. Especially ones that aren't ‘straight’. Besides, let’s face it, no one in this company is monogamous.”
“That’s true.” Michel admitted.
“I sleep with bar patrons all the time.” Sasha agreed.
“I mean who here HASN’T slept with Sierra?” Jimmy laughed. “I mean, she’s like… WILDLY inappropriate as far as bosses go! And everything kind of trickles down from there.”
“True…” Sasha agreed. “Hey… Where is the boss anyway? She’s not at the party, is she?”
“Oh I’m sure she’s off having a wild five way with a bunch of newly transformed super models.” Michel laughed. “You know Sierra, she’s not going to settle for a quiet little party like this! Not when she can be out raising hell and being a wild hedonist.” She smiled warmly. “Aww she’s a legend.”
“Agreed!” The other two grinned, each imagining what crazy, outrageous things the griffin was undoubtedly up to at that very moment…
- - -
In the dark, labyrinthine depths of The Great Library Of Fate a dragon opened her jaws wide and from deep within her body came a rumbling sound.
“Aw, are you getting sleepy already?” Sierra asked, glancing over to where The Story Teller, mistress of fate and guardian of the great library had begun to slump onto her shoulder, red glasses slipping down her muzzle as she let out another body shaking yawn. “Are you ready to take this to bed?”
“No…” Story Teller yawned again. “Movie…”
Sierra laughed and gently helped shift her friend onto her lap, resting the dragon's head across her legs and carefully removing her glasses. “Alright, but only because you said the ending of this one is to die for.”
“Hmm…” The blue dragon woman hummed. “Just… Remember not to miss your party.”
Sierra glanced up at a large, ornate clock on the wall and chuckled to herself. “Don’t worry Blue, I’m just going to stick around till the best part.”
“Okay…” Story Teller yawned again and closed her eyes, her breathing slowing and falling into a steady rhythm as she fell asleep.
“I wouldn’t miss this part for anything.” Sierra whispered, brushing the dragon's hair from her face. “It's to die for.”
A few minutes later, Sierra picked up the remote and turned the TV off, allowing darkness to flood the room. The dim light of a far off candle only served to silhouette the shape of the two friends as Sierra slowly drifted off to sleep.
The End
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