The Orgy Before Christmas!
( based on " ' twas the night before christmas" by clement moore ) 'twas the night before christmas and all through our house not a creature was horny not even the mouse.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 47: Allies
moore straightened his smallish stature. "i'll have you know: i. am. marsupial. how many times must i remind you!?" "shut it and get ready. we have less and less time with all your wandering thoughts."
Story (pilot).txt
moore." the man said still looking outside at the city below." please...take a seat." moore quietly gulped hard as he sat in the seat in front of him. the human figure turned around and faced nervous moore.
Undying Fire
A bastion of warmth in the purple moor the bronzen wolf keeps guard the door. like witches cluster cauldrons black its thatched broom propped at its back. pewter plates reflect the blaze while just below the goblins gaze.
The slide by the sea 6 (aquatic vore)
By the time they were belly to belly again he'd turned away, taking the mooring rope of the little boat in his fangs. someone had to do it and for various reasons it would be him.
Chapter III: On The Moors of PXC-348
"well you know that moor outside of the town?" dwight said trying to be straightforward.
Chimerical 101
The dockworkers and deckhands throw each other thick ropes, mooring the ship and sliding a gangplank along the port side. the passengers disembark; fjorn rushes past many of them, barely able to contain his excitement to touch solid ground.
The Greatest Disgrace – Limits
As she followed behind salvo, her eyes were quickly drawn to the large frame of a goblin zeppelin, moored off a small wooden platform in a clearing in the swamp.
The North Tower
What exactly is 'moor' when it's at home?" "another tongue-in-cheek title: minister of outworld relations." "what does 'outworld' mean?"
Pokemon Defenders: Evo Island
The mooring lines were tossed away, sails were dropped and tied off, and several took to hauling in the heavy lead anchor.
Battered Boar: Trials (Part 4 of 6)
“borris moore?" accusation rode so plainly in his voice. i stared at him dispassionately. “i dunno what you're thinking." i dumped the box on our kitchen counter. “but i'll gladly tell you the kind of fucked up shit he did to me."
“The Tale of Willy-The-Wisp” As told to me by my Great Grandfather.
I shook my head no and he asked, "well today he is called willy-the-wisp, the ghost light you see floating around the moors at night!" this excited me and so we sat down and he told me the story!