When jail's not good enough (Master Tiger vore)

This one showed white whiskers in the shadows of its hood. the whiskered figure sniffed, and nodded almost imperceptibly. this was the reason for the pause at the entry of the alley.

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Stress Fractures

"we're not waiting until it stops, no," was peregrine's quiet but firm decision, whiskers twitch-twitching.

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In From the Sad Day Out

Her nose and whiskers sniff-twitched. again. and again. and she swallowed, opening her eyes. they were, constantly, stepping through the streams and fountains of these sad days. stepping into them. stepping out.

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What Kind of Force

whiskers twitching. "hey ... ross." "mm?" he turned. it was lipton. a male, cinnamon-furred rabbit. "good lunch." "really?" ross beamed, whiskers twitching. "mm-hmm," went lipton.

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Catching the Outlines

Muzzle sticking out, with whiskers twitching and nose sniffing, and ... ... she planted a tiny, tiny kiss on his nose (on the tip). squeak! a giggle ... and she leaned back.

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The Ferry Ride

My whiskers lift as i smile, happy to finally be able to sit down.

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Holly and Arbon Apple Fight Story

Vertigo, movement, the sensation of air flowing past my whiskers and billowing my ears. my jaws still gripped tight, i held on even as the apple twisted, turned, then dropped down.

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Contest Disaster

Ashley wasn't the first to perform so we got to see her and whiskers. we yelled and waved, but she didn't notice us. i had to admit her and whiskers were defiantly pros at this, their routine was absolutely amazing.

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Apples of My Eye

And she tried to grab at field's whiskers. grabber-grab. grab! "you're not foolin' me, girl," field insisted, turning his head. trying to keep his whiskers free.

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Your Appetite, Darling

Ross panted, whiskers twitching. his ears, flushed, began to get obviously erogenous, sensitive to his wife's errant exhales.

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As Good As Rest

"there is nothing so invigorating as snow under foot-paw ... and the cold nipping at your whiskers." olivia, pausing now, nodded toward an empty park-bench.

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Fool For You

Her eyes watery, the tears dripping from her whisker-tips, she smiled.

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