It's spring. For many of you, this is a normal passage of time. For me, this is a special time. Not anything to do DIRECTLY with me, but someone who lives with me. Please refer back to my first two-word sentence. IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. That time of year where I suddenly am much more than just a megalomaniacal lunatic. I'm not just meat anymore - well, not without the modifier, "man-."

SPRING... HAS SPRUNG. Oh sure, many of you are thinking, "Wow, a chick who treats the man like a king! So what's your problem?" Well, let me break it down. Her body is now a raging river of libidinous hormones. That's the only plus. When she gives me love bites, she leaves an SIX-INCH double-row of bloody toothmarks in my hide. And the tips of her fingers and toes still have TWO INCH claws. There are patches of my back that you can play TIC-TAC-TOE upon.

While I do appreciate the highly inappropriate touching at random times, she must be pacified. That is why I used a bit of super-science to make an ordinary house-cat the size of a Subaru. Anya had a look on her face like a combination of hunger and euphoria. "KIIIIIITTTTTTYYYYY......"

You can probably start searching Digg or Youtube for content regarding a large wolf chasing a large cat up and down downtown Portland.

Wait a moment. I just thought of this. What if she sees this as a gift? What if she's more aroused than ever? Oh dear.


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he was so flipped up and turned around and exactly right there