Hunter [Star Fox] Chapter 03
Seeing just how his wet fur clung to his skin and brought out his well built frame... and that curious slither of white just in the groin. it made his mind drift on to what he and that cheetah must've done the night prior in that hotel room.
Online Dating Chapter two: Staying the Night
I said as he ran his claws through my wet fur. "well i hadn't realized that your size had meant that much to you. drin... i love you so much.... i wouldn't care if you were two feet tall or ten feet tall... as long as you were you i would love you."
Affurmation Chapter 7: Skirting The Issue
There was a musky scent in the air, like a mixture of wet fur and spray paint. the panda hardly took notice of the smell; he was fixated upon the beautifully sewn, gothic attire before him. and beautiful it truly was.
The Starry Night
Seeing no signs of rejection the dragon slowly let his paw slide down and across the fox's back; the soft scales of his palm gliding over the wet fur.
Coffee Time!
The fox leaned backwards and immediately regretted what he just did: his wet fur touched his skin on his back, which made his entire body to shiver from this cold and wet feeling. "whoa! it's so cold, jeez!"
The Wildlands: Attria (Chapter 1)
As he nears the front of the cave the bitter cold cuts through his wet fur. before he can object further kyra throws him into the snow bank.
An Exert from the Crimson Veil
The smell was very much like the wet fur of your favorite pet dog; absolutely foul, but somehow familiar and perversely comfortable, at least to aliyah.
The Biting Cold
I can smell the rat before i can see it, wet fur and ammonia. i should be shivering, i’m so [i]cold[/i]. but i’m not. i haven’t moved at all.
Instincts of Justice Chapter 6: Healing the Soul
They both sat there losing themselves in the stare with smiles on their faces, with rainwater dripping down their wet fur. kyra reached up slowly and touched the ninja's covered cheek and whispered, "tell me something ninja."
Chapter 6 The needs of the one
"sorry pup i am too old to feed you and you look a little old to suckle," teases yelva as she winces a bit at the pup's cold wet fur against her belly.
The Storm Wolf: Tranquil waters - Void
Then i lowered my head, focusing on the wet fur in my palm, trying to brush the moisture away. i failed. “should i brew a new pot?” luther asked, glancing at the empty glass pot. “no…” i hesitated for a moment before deciding.
Through Hell and Back: Chapter 1: Boot Camp
A single bead of sweat rolled down my facial fur, leaving a trail of wet fur that gave the appearance that he had been crying. "why you cryin' boy?" asked gunny. "i'm not crying sir, it's sweat," i answered quickly. "it's hot in these barracks."