POV vore - you and Swift the tigress
#1 of pov vore stories it's a beautiful day in the woods, cool and crisp. unfortunately an act of kindness ends up sending you somewhere a lot warmer and wetter. ***** swift is an old friend of mine and has appeared in numerous stories and drawings.
Cold Scent
"dutch can smell a lie at ten paces," they used to say, and while that wasn't strictly true, i could catch the sour, acid undertones of fear on a suspect's breath, a scent that rose to a crisp point as the untruth in a bunch of half-truths rolled from
A Cool and Calm Night
# **a cool and calm night** by argyron the raging storms had finally cleared, the night sky now as clean and crisp as ever anyone had seen before.
Love and Life: Exodus [Chapter 1] - Point of Departure
He looked away from the morning news as his father walked in, the tall otter wearing a crisp suit, a mug of coffee in his hand. he took a quick look at his watch as he reached over for a piece of toast, butter neatly spread on it.
Do You Want To Find Out How I Got My Nickname: "Orion the Protector?"
Orion felt a crisp shiver creep down his heightened awareness as she appeared in the waves. a pretty white bengal tigress crying in a shrill scream that quite accurately conveyed the fear of drowning she was experiencing.
FNAF oneshot: Coma
He loved the feeling of that cool, crisp air running through his fur, brushing over his long ears like nothing else mattered. he rolled up the window as he actually started to get cold. well, that was enough 'being unique' for tonight.
A Werewolf's Valentines Day.
He loves being outside every night, the crisp air, the vast emptyness of the plains at this time, it made him feel at home. sighing again he streched out his long furry arms and legs.
The Begining
Not a single hair out of place on their crisp black uniforms. the man at the podium surveyed the crisp formation with a slight sense of awe and no small amount of pride. general david l.
Tales of Torrnal: Chapter 16
We made our way south all day, the cold crisp air giving way to warm winds and a nice calm day before the sun began to settle at our back and fade into dusk.
Life is Just a Storm. Chapter One. Autumnal Catalyst
Listening to the breeze knocking multicolored, crisp, and dry leaves off their trees was music to his ears. the raccoon enjoyed his time outside where the weather would stay cool, calm, and collected.
Dragon Transformation story
Salthanath had always loved the crisp, cool air of the mountains, but being here in sweden was beyond stunning.
Do you remember the first time we came here?
The crisp drink even had the tinge of garlic embedded. "sorry sorry." he held his palms up. "i did the same thing my first time." "hey," jj said, no longer saturated with garlic.