Draconis
She also wore short pants, revealing legs that were thicker in the thigh and well shaped in the calf, ending in petite feet that were tipped with trimmed and painted nail-claws. "this is not the body of one born a male!" he thought to himself.
The Beginning
Suddenly, instead of shuffling through the barn and kicking her painted nails up, her black toes were slipping down into the depths of the boots, pushing down till they went flush to the soft cushion of the sole and she began to struck with a steady, building
There's No Way I Got Assigned To My Older Sister?! The Story Of How The Anthrostate Gave Me An Unthinkable Marriage
You can see her painted nails gleam in the light. "too hard?" she asks. "no..." you say. upon hearing that she presses down harder, just on the cusp of discomfort. you can feel every individual paw pad drag over your sensitive skin.