A Bronze Rising: Funkin Farn
However, as i prodded, he revealed an adequate supply of information for my purposes.
Weapon - Awakening
The next few weeks were a blur, it seems i became the "star pupil", apparently me being able to remember what i had for breakfast is a big thing, poked, prodded, blood samples, you name it, they wanted to know about it.
Creation of Furries Ch. 3
Poke me, prod me, just don't strip me, rape me, or check my crotch. seriously, that's a bit personal." they looked skeptical, so i hopped off the stage, and allowed them to analyze me. in retrospect, it was a great idea.
Love is a beautiful thing pt. 1
He then jabbed a hard finger at the boy's chest, almost making the wolf yelp from the sharp claw that prodded him. **"** _ **you got allota' nerve, hittin' on my girl. who the hell do you think you are, some kinda casanova?"
Akko's Hypnovember Day 10 - Vampire
He says vigilantly, prodding silma with the tip of his sword. silma takes a small step backward to get away from the prick of the sword, looking at the paladin with a look of mild discomfort. “what reign?" she replies.
The New Self Society
He frantically pulled over and did all he could to poke and prod his radio into functional submission once again. the dial finally slid back into place and the voices returned, enabling him to catch a few more words.
Lupirin: Pain - part 1
She then reached up and began to prod very carefully around his tender shoulder. adrian tensed. "seerey, please..." he croaked, trying to push her paws away. "be still, young one.
Real Time
You, the prodding kid. exactly how it’s always been. our dynamic hasn’t changed a bit. a shift of tense is all it takes to have you walk away. i never left, i became displaced.
Blessing Day: Part 4
"dad, no," i growled out under my breath, prodding him in the arm.
Homeworld
." \* \* \* em was poked, prodded, jabbed, scraped, probed, and tested, and through it all, against their instincts, tried to be a good patient. "i wouldn't sit through this," remarked the doctor on call.
Into The Future: Chapter 4
The crocodile lightly prodded the hedgehog's cheek with his foot persistently. the sleepy hedgehog eventually gave in, smacking his lips together, the saliva from his brief rest was dabbled all over them.
Pachelbel's Canon 1
I prod gingerly at the back of my head, and feel the fur is wet with blood. my violin has been smashed to bits, too. the refuse is lying just a yard or so away in the street. i can always steal another, but the message is clear.