Title:           Mike the Gryphon
Author:          CYOA_Anon
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First Edit:      Tuesday 11th of March 2014 09:12:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 11th of March 2014 09:12:24 PM CDT

>You're lying in bed all alone, just like every night
>You try to shut your eyes and pretend there's someone there with you
>It doesn't work, you just have to face the fact that nobody likes you
>You're just starting to drift off to sleep when you feel the bed shift
>What the hell?
>You live alone!
>Oh fuck it, you're probably just imagining things
>The bed springs back into its usual position
>You're about to fall asleep again, but something warm presses against your bare back
>You flinch
>It feels furry AND feathery at the same time!
>What the hell is in there with you?
>You turn around
>It's a gryphon
>Oh fuck, is this gonna be how you die?
>It's smiling at you
>"Hey"
"Uh... hey?"
>He puts a talon around you and pulls you up against his chest
>You hear something
>He's purring!
>Okay, you've gotta say something
"W-who are you?"
>"I'm Mike, silly."
>He's wrapping his wings around you now
>It feels nice
>and warm too
>so soft...
>Wait, you can't get comfortable here! You need to get to the bottom of this!
"I mean... uh... are you real?"
>"You're asking some really weird questions. Are you feeling okay?"
>He's pulled away from you now
>From this angle, he almost looks like an old OC of yours
>Is this a dream? Is he a tulpa? There's no way this is really happening.
>But he feels real
>And you never fell asleep
>Maybe for now you can just enjoy this
>You can ask questions later
>You wrap yourself up in his wings and snuggle up
>You fall asleep in his embrace
 
>Morning comes
>He's still there!
>Does this mean he's real?
>You hope so, he's a damn good cuddler
>That rules out tulpas, he feels too solid
>But then how is this real?
>You notice he's already awake
"Good morning, Mike!"
>He runs a claw down your back
>You can't help but shiver a little at his touch
>He's being careful not to scratch you, but it still feels weird
>"Hey, Anon."
>Anon? That's not your name. At least not in real life.
>This is just like one of those shitty greentext stories you read on /mlp/
>You wonder what that might mean for you. Maybe this could be something great.
>He grabs your head and gives you an uncomfortably long kiss
>It's not that you mind all the attention, but you just met this guy.
>You can deal with a little kissing for now, though
>As long as he doesn't try anything more
>When that's done, you both head out to the kitchen for some breakfast
>He eats all the bacon and eggs you have
>You're left with just oatmeal
"So how did you get here, exactly?"
>"I flew, duh."
"No, I mean HERE. On EARTH."
>"Oh, right." He stops to think for a moment. "Beats me."
>He's as clueless as you are
>You drill him for more information over the rest of the day
>All he knows is that he appeared for you and that you two are "meant to be"
>At least you won't be lonely
>But you can't let anyone else know he exists
>Who knows what that might cause?
 
>Monday rolls around
>You've got to go to work
>Mike is sad that you can't take him outside
>It's for his own good. People might react violently if they saw something like him.
>You spend your whole day worrying about him
>Work gets out
>You rush home as fast as you can
>He's there playing your old Game Boy
>It's scratched to hell from his talons, but you don't really care
>Those things are impossible to break
>He's too focused on the game to hear you come in
>You sneak up behind him
"Pokémon, huh?"
>Without missing a beat, he flips you over his back and traps you in a bear hug
>"Anon! I missed you so much!"
>He kisses you again
>It's nice... but you still don't know him that well
>And you've never been a big fan of clop anyway
>Oh well, you'll play along
>He gets a little frisky, though
>You end up on his lap
>He's pressing you down to his chest
>You can deal with this
>There's something else, though
>Even through your uniform, you can feel something rise up between you
>He's breathing pretty hard
"Mike, what are y-"
>"Shh, let's just enjoy this."
>You don't want him like that
>Not now
>You push yourself away from him
>He realizes what you're doing and lets you go
"I don't... I'm not ready for something like that."
>He looks crushed
>"Don't you love me, Anon?"
"I'm sorry, but no. I just met you."
>Without another word, he slinks back to your bedroom
>You didn't mean to upset him, but it's the truth
 
>You should just give him some time
>Maybe he'll come to terms with the fact that you don't like him like that
>You're gay, of course, but not for gryphons
>Certainly not for ones you've only known for a couple days
>Still, there's something about Mike that you really like
>Maybe it's the way he's always trying to impress you
>Or how much he loves cuddling...
>No. You can't have a relationship with your gryphon OC!
>That's autistic as fuck, even if he's real now
>Your train of thought is interrupted by a loud noise from your room
>Oh shit, is he trashing the place?
>You rush in there to see what's happening
>He's buried his head under a pile of pillows on your bed
>Nothing is broken, but he's knocked over your dresser
>Quiet sobs come from Mike's pillow cocoon
>That's it, you have to do something
>You sit on the bed next to him
>He notices you're there
>He stops crying, but doesn't poke his head out
>You hug him as hard as you can, running your fingers through his thick fur
>He returns it
>Maybe something good could come of this after all
>But Mike is taking things so fast
>You've never been in a real relationship.
>It's just overwhelming you is all
>Mike unwraps himself
>"Anon, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you don't like me."
>You move your hand to the back of his head, cradling him next to you
"Don't be sorry. I-I really do like you. I just don't know how to make this work."
>"But there's got to be some way! I really care about you, Anon."
>It's weird how he's had such strong feelings for you this whole time
>Almost as if he was created like that
>Nah, you're just being stupid
>Right now, all you have to do is comfort this gryphon
 
>Wake up
>You're lying in a disorderly pile of pillows and blankets
>Mike's still asleep
>He has you wrapped up in his wings again
>You can hardly breathe under all these feathers
>It smells like gryphon
>Not bad, but not something you're too eager to keep smelling
>You try to get out of his grasp
>He just hugs you in tighter
>You resign yourself to a morning of gryphon cuddling
>Your alarm clock will go off soon enough, then you can go to work
>For now, you nuzzle his furry chest
>He's so fucking soft
>You're really starting to enjoy sleeping with him
>It's a nice change of pace having someone else in bed with you
>Especially someone as cuddly as this giant catbird
>You close your eyes and enjoy the closeness
>The alarm goes off
>It's "I Got You Babe" because you think you're so clever
>Mike springs out of bed with you in his arms
>"Whaddafuh- oh. Good morning, Anon!"
>He kisses you again
>You make a mental note to find out how he can kiss with a beak when you get home
>Mike sets you down
>You get ready and go to work
 
>On the way home, you start thinking about things
>Mike really likes you
>You're starting to like him back
>Maybe you should really give him a chance
>You've got nothing to lose
>That settles it. You'll tell him when you get home.
>Walk inside
>Mike's there in the kitchen
>He appears to be grilling burgers for the two of you
>ON THE STOVE
>You stop him and clean everything up
>He keeps apologizing
>You keep telling him it's not his fault
>He was trying to do something nice
>You order a pizza
>Rosati's, your favorite
>Mike hides in the back while you pay the guy
>You both wolf down as much pizza as you can, not even pausing to talk
>Finally, you've both had your fill
>It's time to come clean
"Mike, I wanna tell you I'm sorry for rejecting you."
>"Don't worry about it, man. I get it; you just aren't into me."
>Awkward silence
"But that's not true. I'm just now realizing it, but I really like you."
>"You mean..."
>You nod
>He reaches over and hugs you
>You bury your head in his feathers
>There's no need to act like you don't enjoy this
>You're not sure how long you sit there together
>But wasn't long enough
>You and Mike head over to the bedroom
>Not for anything sexy
>You just lie there together
>He's elated beyond words that you've finally come around
>You spend hours just talking and holding each other
 
>Suddenly you're naked
>He wraps his wings around you again
>More passionately than ever
>His feathers brush over your whole body
>He's pressing you into his chest, just how you like it
>It's so warm
>And fluffy too
>You run your fingers through his fur, trailing down his sides
>Something changes
>You feel little Mikey again
>You're not ready to fuck him just yet
"M-Mike? Can we wait a while to do this?"
>"Uh... yeah. Of course."
>He shifts a little to stop poking you in the gut
"No, it's too cold for that. Come closer."
>You pull his flanks back up against your own
>Ah, nice and cozy again
>You fall asleep before you even realize you're tired
 
>At work the next day
>You taught Mike how to use a phone
>He promised he’d call you if anything happened
>You’re still worried about leaving him home alone
>But it’s not like people ever come over to your house
>He’ll be fine.
>Bored, but fine.
>At least that’s what you told yourself until you got the call
>Your heart skips a beat
>You don’t get many calls anymore
>It has to be him
>You answer it
“Mike?”
>”A-anon? I guess this is working.”
“Yeah. It’s working. What’s going on?”
>”There are people in here, Anon! They’re talking about you!”
>You just noticed that he’s talking in a whisper
“Where are you right now?”
>”In the back of the closet. Don’t worry, they won’t find me.”
“Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”
>You get up to find your boss
>This is worth using a vacation day
>”Mike, if push comes to shove… don’t let them hurt you.”
 
>You get home as fast as you can
>There’s a familiar car at the curb
>Oh fuck, it’s your parents
>Probably your bitch sister too
>Why is your family here?
>Well, only way to find out
>You go inside, being careful not to reveal any emotion
>Can’t let them think you’re hiding something
>They’re all there in your kitchen
>Sitting in a circle
>Facing you
>It’s like an intervention straight out of a TV show
“Uh, hi? Why are you all here?”
>Your dad points you to a seat
>You sit there
>You can feel them looking you over
>Trying to find anything suspicious about you
>”Son, we’re all really concerned about your recent behavior.”
“Why’s that?”
>”You know exactly why. You haven’t been returning calls, you’re not talking to your friends, and we think something’s up.”
>Friends? What friends? You haven’t had friends since high school.
>There’s a long pause, then your dad chimes in
>”We’d like to look through your things together. But can you promise us we won’t find anything bad?”
“Like what? Drugs? Dad, I’m not on drugs.”
>”We’d like to believe that, but you’ve been acting really strange.”
>You’ve got no choice
>It’s not like you can just kick them out
>Maybe you’ll get lucky and they won’t look in your closet
>You lead them through your house
>They check all your drawers and boxes
>Your dad stumbles upon your box of sex toys, but that isn’t really concerning right now
>All of them know you’re gay, even if you never actually told anyone
>Still, dad gives you that sad look of disapproval when they see your Bad Dragon
 
>Finally, they enter your bedroom
>You just have to hope that Mike hid himself well
>They check under your bed
>On your nightstand
>Your sister opens the closet
>There’s a big pile of clothes in the corner
>No gryphon to be seen
>Good job, Mike
>You just have to play it cool a little longer, then they’ll be satisfied
>They finish quickly, and gather in a half-circle in front of you again
>You mom talks this time
>”I’m really sorry about this. We were worried it was heroin.”
“Heroin? Mom, I don’t even drink.”
>That’s not true, but you know there isn’t any booze in the house right now
>It’ll make your argument sound better
 
>It takes a while, but you get them to leave
>You go straight into the closet to get Mike
>He’s wide-eyed and breathing hard
“Come here, I took care of everything.”
>You pull him out of there and put him on the bed
>The two of you spend almost every day there now
>You even set up your computer right there
>He curls up in his favorite spot atop a wad of spare blankets
>It’s obvious he’s in a bad mood from all that shit
>You need to make it up to him somehow
>Somehow…
>You run your fingers through his fur
>He always likes that
>He’s purring already
>You pull him on top of you
>His warm body drapes over yours
>Mike nuzzles against your neck
>He’s fucking adorable when he gets all cuddly
>You just lie there and stroke him
>His purrs vibrate through your whole body
>They bring you both into a deep relaxation
>You almost fall asleep right there
>No, you’ve still got work to do
>You roll over, putting Mike on his back
>He whines, but you shut him up with a quick kiss
>You move down between his hind legs
>”Anon?”
>You don’t reply
>Your mouth is too busy now
>”An- ooooh…”
>You spend the rest of the night fooling around
>You’ve got to admit, this relationship is turning out better than you expected
>It’s all cuteness and cuddles, no bullshit
>Mike really is wonderful
>Just what you needed to pull you out of this slump
>You're so grateful to have him here with you
>You don't know what these feelings are
>Love?