Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20190729232423/@comment-25808351-20190729234938

I look upon my Manticore wife and knew right away that what I saw wasn’t what was actually there. My Manticore wife was small, the size of a cat. Her fur was absurdly fluffy, like a brown and white cottonball it covered everything except her arms, legs, tail, wings and head. Her eyes where cartoonishly large with crocodile tears flowing down her cheeks. Her claws were small, no bigger than a Hershey Kiss. Her once intimidating tail was missing it’s spines and adorned with a purple ribbon at the end.

She stood there like a child awoken from a good nap, shooken, needing to be tended to. My heart jumped and hit the metaphorical roof within me. My senses were overloaded. I grabbed my chest and toppled over.

“Too.... adorable. Can’t fathom.... such.... cute.” I say before I passout.