Making Your Own Omega
"ready for your first day of wolf school?" nbowa rolled his eyes and hiked his shorts up, trying to keep a particular part of his transformed body from being exposed. "oh, shut up! there's no such thing!"
I Ain't Your Sacrifice
We were tracking your progress throughout your childhood. the only reason we let you live was the motivation that you inspired in the servant ponies.
love your little puppy
hi guys fuzzypaw here i know im usually pg and all but my girlfriend jackie dared me to do this so enjoy marshals p.o.v Marshall you can do this. i say to my self i walk around nervously looking chase BAM he rams into me and lies on top of me oh...
4- Prove Your Worth
"your father would be proud." "as would your mother." kravgi added. rift looked to vafi, determination in his eyes that he had not felt in years. "impressssive..."
Lowering your guard is not a weakness
"i'm sorry i didn't go talk to your bandmates." "nah, fuck them, it wouldn't work." andrey watched the stage getting ready for the main show and turned back to the boy. "wanna bounce?
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty
A few of them wouldn't kill a creature your size, but your whole face would swell up till your scales popped right off." revaramek tilted his head to nose at her paw. "that sounds unpleasant. but you see? that's what i'm talking about.
Choose your own path pt7
This area around the door is well lit, but even with your keen eyes you cannot see any ceiling or floor with in torch range. one hundred metres across a narrow stone bridge is a door.
Your Old Couch From College
I've taken your wallet several times so i can see your changing and aging face and steal your new cell phone just so that you can come back to me and search for it.
Chapter VII: Compassion In Your Hands
* * * **kaeden's commitment** _by draugr_ chapter vii: compassion in your hands * * * [!
A taste of your own medicine (7)
"Matt, Mattew, MATTEW!" I awoke with a start at my name being called. I opened my eyes and all I saw were bright lights, medical center lights. I groaned, "where am I" I asked with a surprisingly scratchy voice and sore back. FLASHBACK The tv alerted...
your beloveds DJs' first story.
The fox chuckled at the little beaver "you are no match for me little one, go back to your mommy where you belong.
RATHER DIE BROKEN IN YOUR ARMS
All because i rather die in your arms with the comforting warmth of your sweet smile filling my last sight. and if you please bury me under a cherry tree, and please visit me, because you're the only one i want to see...