The Quills and Sofas Exquisite Corpse

by The Red Parade

Prologue

Vapor Trail grabbed Grubber’s shirt, pulling him closer. “If you’ve harmed a hair on his body, I will end you.”

“Relax,” said Grubber, waving off his guards. “Sky Stinger is perfectly safe, but he’ll only stay that way if you can deliver the bits by tomorrow.” He pushed away her hoof and straightened his shirt. “Alternatively, I’ve got a little job you could do for me.”