Last Updated: Sep. 27, 2010 (Cleaner scan- thanks, Rick!)
Artwork © rickgriffin
"Er, T-Tasha?" Alex chuckled, voice hollow and faint, "why are you smiling at me like that?"
Tasha's reply came with a chuckle of its own, one much huskier and more sinister. "You tell me, 'yena boy."
One of Alex's hands slowly gripped the neck of his shirt while the other grasped its waist. He spread the neck to give himself some extra air, and slid the waist down to help cover up his crotch. "I... Don't think I can do that without breaking the PG-13 rating."
Leaning closer, Tasha flashed a wicked sneer her boyfriend recognized all too well. "Mm. Speaking of breaking..."
"... Meep." Alex nervously swallowed and nodded.

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So. One night I'm wandering the internet- well, wandering FA- and I notice a new journal has been posted. I check it. And I see  rickgriffin is offering Iron Artist sketch commissions.

I consider it a personal achievement that I did not start hyperventilating or anything. Thank you again, Rick!

Anyway, the faltering fellow right here is my fursona. Yes, I've got a fursona. No, he's never shown up before this. I tried to make him reasonably close to his real-world counterpart, since I've got loads of other utterly implausible characters. He's not normally this nervous, he's just somewhat intimidated by Tasha (seriously, have you seen that woman?!).

There's some additional info on him and his girlfriend Tasha in a journal here, and there's a collection of stories about these two available to read, as well.

Alex and Tasha:
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Content warnings:
Implied impending saberyena abuse


ENJOY!