Stella and Hammy, an Over the Hedge vore story
A very short story I wrote lying in bed. It's not the first time I've imagined Stella as a merciless predator who snarfs down other OTH cast members. I do like my skunkettes. 83 \*\*\*\*\* **Stella and Hammy** By Strega Hammy sped to and fro,...
Anthropomorphic GeneSplice Subject X-203
He jumped, cleared the top of the hedge, and kept going. too high. he looked down, and saw himself coming back down, outside of the hedge maze, back where he started.
Marne's Mental Madness
Sprouting from the hedges beautiful red flowers heavy with the dew of morning, globules of water dripping from their petals to the wet grass below. water flying into the air behind marne, the young man grinned at he saw the manor over the hedges.
A Most Courteous Apocalypse
It was pierced every hundred feet by a shiny bronze grillwork gate, and though it could be seen neatly trimmed hedges and little flowerbeds.
Prelude to Madness
That rustling from the right inside the hedge... "playing hard to get, huh?! well, you better stay on your toes, applejack!" what the... here he comes, trying to snatch me up! "wopah!"
Wounds: Chapter 2
He rose from behind the hedge, a spark of excitement lighting in his core, and slipped back toward his home in the light of a beautiful morning.
The Verdict
He ducked aside, moving into the dark, hedged area along the path. 'i can see you can you see me? ;]' he watched down the hill. nothing, nothing, nothing... heheh, there!
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 03: Into The Gauntlet
Voidwing cut him off, gesturing dramatically to the hedge with a wing. “tell me, does it capture her grace? her power?" “do her eyes seem fierce enough?
Go Chargers!
Bully looped his arm around julie's back and hefted her up and over the hedge, back onto the pavement. "how about the day before the wildcats game?" he suggested. julie waited for bully as he stepped over the hedge one hoof at a time.
The Society, CH 1
The driveway to the house was lined with perfectly trimmed hedges, nothing fancy, just a square hedge, but he'd swear the corners were perfect ninety degrees.
Mirrors
I've observed the change of seasons through this window, the neighbourhood cat snuffing out a mouse, the farm hands rounding up the sheep for shearing and, to name my favourite, baby birds flitting from hedge to hedge as they learn to fly.