Welcome to Heat Street: C7 - Function and Form
Folded fabrics in every color lined the walls. the floor had been stripped to bare wood — someone had scribbled “pose zone" in chalk inside a taped-off square. elliot stood near the center, hands at his sides. waiting.
Dressing the French Maid Dragon
He held up something sleek and dark, a shimmer in the fabric. "try this. lift up your foot."
WANTED: MiLF's CH.2
Her outfit gone, revealing a crimson g-string covering her crotch with floss of fabric between her ass cheeks. her thumbs hooked in the waistband and danced the fabric over her crotch while shifting her hips side to side.
The Explorer: Chapter 1
On the wall to the right was the fabricator. technically, it was like a star trek replicator...though not as complicated. they had been working on them on earth for over a decade when he had got his hands on the plans for the nano-fabrication designs.
#PlantDragonProblems
His soaked hoodie began to bulge, his thick forearms and biceps slowly making the fabric stretch upward while his shoulders became wider and wider, forcing the sleeves to expand and drench him with more water retained in the fabric.
Chapter 9- Friendly Relations
They quickly shed their fabrics before jumping into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
Identity Theft
The makeup of a blank is actually that of fabric and anonymous stuffing. we do not have a technical term for it, it is simply known as toon fabric." nova started to drone on and on. strangely, dominic-bear started to feel tired.
Locked In
Janet could just barely make him out through the fabric of the covers. "janet?" he asked, slowly making his way towards the bed, sniffing the air.
Dimensional Balance Chapter 2: Into the rift
The story has reached a point where there is a threat to the very fabric of the dimension. if we do not take action, that threat has a very real possibility of being realized.
The River... In Winter
Zip looked down at the bag as jeremy pulled a bit of fabric out of it. it was a thick red fabric, and it felt soft when zip ran his paw over it.
Dinner and a .... Foot massage?
As she nibbled a breadstick idly her feet slipped out of her shoes once more and found their way to his ankles again, the fabric of her socks tickling his fur.
I Liked That Shirt...
Further and further the taunt blue fabric stretched until finally he heard it. the faint, quiet 'riiiip' of strands of fabric splitting apart. each inhalation flaring out his chest, and snapping a few more of them apart.