The Birth
"i've never seen a female birth so quickly. her contractions are already minutes apart, and she isn't dilating enough. this could be bad." "make it stop!"
Birthing Breakfast
**birthing breakfast** _written by amethyst mare / arian mabe for preyitem_ the gryphoness took flight in a feathered flurry, copper wing-tips caressing the late night breeze as she ascended to the stars.
Birth Stones
Of course, agro would make sure he would grow back to full size before birthing him once again. making him big just before letting him out only made the whole experience more fun.
Birth
Thankfully for sean the crowed in the hall had dispersed and furries were either back in their rooms or leaving the building so he was able to get his birthing wife out in a few minutes.
The Birth of Mermaids
I just don't feel like writing on it much anymore, although there will be some ovi and birth in my new series, planet xxx._
Birth of a God
"Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked, looking at a beaker of thick, black goo that bore a disturbing resemblance to tar. "Yes... of course... it's been my work for a thousand days..." said another human, his appearance wiry and frail. "Your...
The Birth of a Queen
As her fingers slide closer and closer to her nipples, the moment of birth looming ever closer.
Living Majesty 2 (Fin)
She only wanted karna to give birth to her children, something that would be impossible if the pharmaceutical side of the maesa pride didn’t allow her to get supernaturally pregnant.
Birth of the Set
It was night, so Armaseth was hoping to blend in with the crowds in the city. But a giant tyrannosaurus skulking around the city was something that people tended to take notice of. While Armaseth wasn't shying away from the gathering masses, neither...
Birth of a God
**birth of a god** * * * **all characters belong to: david wesker story elements belong to: david wesker everything in this is copyright (c) black-tyrant studios 2014** **---** **warning!
The Birth of Monsters
Dorn glanced out over the icy waters of the lake. If he'd been a poet, he might have related the beauty of the cloud-greyed, still waters to a smoky diamond or the eyes of some exotic northern maiden. If he'd been a farmer from one of the...
RE-BIRTH
Dawnlight whimpers and holds out hir arms for hir mother, eager to be embraced in the loving arms of the one who gave birth and nursed hir.