Holly Doggy Treats Chapter 1

The roof became so far away not even my long whiskers could feel it, and my tail was left to drape down onto my chin.

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Four's Company

His whiskers twitched. "i have for a while ... " "cool." "i'm sorry," the mouse said. "why?" "i should've told you earlier." field lowered his head, "i was afraid." "of what?" "i dunno ... " the rabbit didn't push him.

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Withdrawal Symptoms

A whisker twitch. "all those war orphans," he whispered sadly. "war orphans?" arianna whiskered, and then tilted her head, eyes darting. "i had not seriously considered that option." a pause. "but if you wish, we can discuss it.

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Stirring the Embers

The incredible wetness, the saliva unashamedly, unabashedly stringing and drooling down their chins, glistening on their whisker-tips. giving way.

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A Commission Dragonlayer

She sniffed him deeper, poking at trent's chest, under his arms, nosing curiously at his whiskers. it was a long enough process that trent was confused. what did she want with his whiskers?

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Glory Hole

#1 of timothy whiskers finds a home i am a mouse. my name is timothy whiskers. a lot of folks will just call me tim, but i like to go for the whole name. it's got the whole cute thing going on.

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Barbella Vs. the King of Cats

The light and dark cats yowled in pleasure, arching their backs, grinding back against him, whiskers twitching, tails lashing.

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Borderline Personality Disorder

"yeah," the squirrel breathed, her whiskers twitching, and ears ... moving, and ... her tail flicker-flicked. "yeah ..." there was a moment of silence.

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Photogenic

whiskers twitching and ever-so-glistening in the mid/late afternoon streaming sunlight. such a strong light. oh, so bright. a late-summer glow.

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Louder Kinds of Quiet

His whiskers twitched. he no longer sounded hurt. he was hurt. "seward, i ... no. no, that's not," she whispered, "true. i was not going to do that.

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Joy Cometh In The Morning

And a droplet of milk sliding down her whiskers. field, with his airy finesse, delicately cleaned the milk-drop off her.

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Butt-Putt Golf

Alphy savored the unique moment with a lecherous lick of whiskered lips as he gripped the rubber handle of his heavy club and steeled his body for his swing. "fore!"

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