Prompts = Alter, Porcupine, Moustache
I know it’s forbidden love. Maybe that adds to the allure, I don’t know. But when I’m with her, it’s magical. Angels sing, the stars halt in their flowing across the sky to watch, it’s all that and more.
She feels the same about me too; she told me while we held each other gently, tenderly. We leaned into each other, ready to kiss… then pulled away: spines poked my paws and the whiskers of my moustache poked her nose.
I’m a cat, she’s a porcupine. We’ll have to alter how we interact to make this work, but it will.
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