"i been doing my morning chores. damn give me a minute" i say wiping the sweat from my muzzle. looking up i see it is sara.
"but rosa didn't you hear?
War, begging, slaves
Anyway, one morning he couldn't get out of bed to do his chores. just kept getting worse and worse. he was dead by nightfall. just like that."
"i'm sorry to hear that, sai."
salem waved it off. "happened a long time ago.
Ander, Anthro, Clean, Fox, Novel, Story, Wolf
"are your chores done?" she asked. "yes mom," kit said standing with his chest out rebecca stood and walked around her desk. she put her arms around her son's shoulders. rebecca put her hands on his chest and gave his nipples a pinch. kit laughed.
Bikini, Boy, Kit Cloudkicker, Summer, Swimming, TaleSpin, Teenagers
The child, appearing quite puzzled, proceeded to pick jordan up and throw him over his shoulder, foregoing whatever chore he had been sent to accomplish to show his father, the owner and chief operator of the farm, the mysterious stranger.
Ass, Belly, Butt, Dog, Farm, Farts, Fat ferals, Fat furs, Fatfurs, Feral, Ferals, Macro, Messy, Micro, Toilet, arse, bodily functions, bum, crush, gross, rump, smoosh, squash, squish, sumo
The next day seemed no different then yesterday as some of the villagers went on a hunt while the others tended to their daily chores while zeng and linda continued to give each other lessons.
"z-e-n-g...huh so that's how my name is spelled."
"see?
Dragon, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Story Series, Tiger, Tragedy, Vixen
Villagers dressed in thick robes and large blankets sat or walked about doing chores, stringing bows, making arrows, talking, or enjoying bowls of what lyon could guess was food.
Action, Adult, Adventure, Character Development, Plot Development, Sci-Fi, Science, Science Fiction, Short Story, Story Progression
Sooner or later she will be back for her household chores. there's no escaping her responsibilities."
"ugh, fine." he muttered.
Fantasy, Medieval, Story
"
-...what first, chores, jobs for you, when can i quit?!....-
"...jus be a part of life..."
"...you can be my pretend husband, i can be your fictional wife...
Alcoholism, Poetry, Short Story, slice of life
I was a good fur too, listened to my parents, did my chores, went to school and played nice with all the other furs. why did whoever in charge of this godforsaken place have to pick me to be taken right out of the school bus?
Companion, Sci-Fi, Story Progression, Story Series, Wolf
With that chore done i head upstairs to get dressed, as i walk past taylor's room i hear him sobbing a little, i gently push the door to his room open and i see him lying on his bed, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"taylor, what is wrong?"
Border Collie, Character Development, Clean, Doberman, Folf, Gay Relationships, Horse, Husky, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Rottweiler, Story Progression, Story Series