Unjust Love. A Shepherd's Love. Part Four.
His attention focused on just trying to scrap by enough to pay next month’s rent than to keep up with the news. it was just too depressing too... “it’s such a beautiful place…” he noted, thinking of the capital.
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 19)
\>until her whole fuzzy body ripples with muscles and her clothing is but stray scraps adorning her white fur \>heh, you can her tit- \>her eyes glow bright red as they settle on you \>"'nonny!"
The over indulgance of Mr. Wolf
Indegestion and heartburn combined. the wolf's glossy golden eyes were in a state of bliss, his cheeks bulged around the grin of his full mouth. he ate a rack of lamb soaked in barbecue sauce and licked every inch of paw and plate clean. he would leave neither scrap
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Aperture
#2 of bound in beast flesh: transformation rpg scraps i felt like i needed to write a continuation to this vignette. i've moved out of state since last writing, and am living with a dear friend, who i have mild affections for.
Abandoned Innocence: Chapter 1
It was like a rouge town, people or pokemon stealing from each other, beating each other down just for some scraps of food. witnessing the lootings and brawls made lucario much more frightened.
The Foolish Toads
#41 of scraps this poem was the winning entry in the iron writer contest at anthrohio this weekend.
Leap of Faith
Levi fumbled the latches on the back, pulling out a scrap of paper. callie's face smiled back at him. he had dug through the trash the day that his mum tore the photo. found the missing scrap, crumpled and dirty but still intact.
Settle Down (Commission)
Clara marked her place in the novel with a scrap of ribbon taken from the nightstand beside the bed and raced downstairs.
Locker Room Cub 3
On his stomach and abs were the dried flaky scraps of come peeling from his fur. in his sheath the pink tip of his wolfhood was throbbing and pushing up from the cramp fold of his baggy flesh. "oh...god...what'd i..."
A Day in the Woods
He sniffed at the air, and then back at the ground, nosing the feathers and scraps of clothing that lay around him. there was something familiar about the smell, something that his beastly mind thought it should know.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Unfair Fight
#3 of bound in beast flesh: transformation rpg scraps something i notice in the cyoc/corruption of champions style fetish games, is that scat is imperatively avoided.
A Day in the Undersector
Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don't know why i wouldn't want to tell anyone about getting into a scrap with an individual member of the collective oppression here." she couldn't bring herself to do so, her eyes seeming to flee from his own.