An Alternative to Escape
You could always make him your own
“No, we are getting out of here?” she says out loud.
Steve looks back “Be Quiet.” he whispers.
You know you want him, the two of you can rule the jungle as it’s king and queen
Steve’s form blurs , a male tiger taur standing there instead.
“What must I do?”
Keep him from leaving, we will make him your mate if he stays long enough
“Jamie. What is wrong? Is the animal taking over?”
Good. He is all yours, keep him away until the rains come and his form will be much like your own
“You are mine” you say “You are not leaving.”
Written by catprog on 24 March 2018
The end (for now)