Soft Spot
soft and restrained as it was, the gesture still knocked the rabbit from his perch, landing upon the recently-vacuumed carpet with a soft _fwiff_. "hah, wow. you're kidding."
A Soft, Soft Night
In a soft, soft bed." "a soft, soft bed? a lie-down?" "mm-hmm," the skunk went, walking with her ... "and, uh, then what?" "then we 'be furs' ... silly," he whispered.
Soft Mal0
Mal0’s voice muttered softly in my head.
Soft
soft. you touch your face. you are soft. all of you is soft. warm. you feel yourself. your face. your neck. your chest. your hips. your legs everything is so soft. everything is plush. luxurious. squishy, yielding. "want a hug?"
Poem: The Grass is Soft
Still, the grass is soft. the colors come back the sun and warmth come too. all but me are well. my life is now gone my body lies cold and stiff. still, the grass is soft.
Soft Mornings
What business did the owl have in having feathers that soft?
There will come soft rains
"there will come soft rains," i said. "what?" "like the poem. 'there will come soft rains.'" she turned, and looked at me somewhat strangely.
Soft
#2 of poems boys are surprisingly soft amongst hard lines and rough hands there lies a tenderness to their emotions a fragility to their ego as a man, i would know but beyond their emotions and ego just a simple grab of the wrist, and you'll be surprised
A Soft and Cuddly Night
Suddenly he felt his foot bump into something soft. "hmmm?" emien looked down and saw a quadrupedal, gold dragon plush, just sitting there in the middle of the sidewalk. curious, he picked it up. it felt nice and soft to the touch.
A soft machine
A soft machine first person, robot, waking up, self assessment, thankfulness wrote this a couple of years ago, when first developing my robot fursona. still here good waking up. sleep mode is always a gamble. works most of the time.
Going Soft
She took a step back in surprise, "wow, she really did make you go soft. but uh... let's see. well, the only one i know of resides in the dead man's drop. it's operated on the top floor, but i have no idea which room.
The soft-science-fiction version of Ripmaw
He saw the skin tearing as his fingers grew more and more, soft and somewhat squishy human skin giving way to what was underneath. that was his own skin. no. ripmaw's skin. "yeaaaaah it's working!"