Clown Mare 9
He rushed so fast through the clouds, that air blowing on his face with a bit of a wet damped face through that hydrogen cloud. volta sneaked behind him and used her left hoof to smack his rear.
Clown Mare 8-3
The forest started to fog while the grass was being damped from it. "the glowing eyes were in that forest that night a lot of them. a lot of howling too. if i told my parents about what i did i would have gone to magic kindergarten school.
Proposal
Both embraced each other, damping each other's clothes and fur with tears of happiness, knowing that whatever doubts that year brought then would dissipate like the night under the dawn. "ugh" flynn groaned.
Facility- Chapter 10
I lie down on the grass, mindful of just how damp it is and with my hands behind my head just stare off into the cloudy sky.
Keep Moving Forward
Instead her pelt was damp and the color drab and dark, like the embers of a camp fire put out by water. he had feared the worst. her body was as cold as ice and she remained as still as wood.
Against All Odds: Part 33 - Reverie
Another short, damp walk later, alexei padded up the stone path to the old, farm style house that he again called home.
Hour Long Challenge 1: The River Otter
He walked to the small machine and he ripped open the door, the smell of the damp clams set his stomach rumbling with need of sustenance.
The Caligo (part one)
The wolf wheeled around, his elbow connecting firmly with kemper's gut, sending the hybrid sprawling onto the cold, damp ground.
Fugitives part 1#
"well i dream myself crouching, curled up in the corner of this dark damp room with a shadowy figure at the other end holding a knife" started craig.
Parenthesis
Not another soul is upon the beach, just driftwood and seaweed and scatter debris upon the damp sand. the air has the scent of rain upon it, and clouds hang low above the water, hiding the sun.
Caught in the Rain
Audrey's fur was still damp. and smelled it, too. wet fur had a distinct smell. and wet skunk fur ... no different. but the mouse didn't mind. in fact, his nose (always being at a twitch-sniff) sniffed a bit more.
Blessing Day: Part 5 (Final)
He didn't complain, and nor did i from the dampness he'd left all over my own face and snout. "you know." i weaved his tail between my fingers, enjoying how his red and white complimented and felt against my brown.