Missing Person
"it's my roommate," he said, holding up a picture of the androgynous-looking satyr who'd had the poor judgment to try cutting across my lawn while i was out sunning late last week; he was currently a rumpled jockstrap in my dirty laundry pile.
Zootopia: More Than Partners, More Than Friends - Part 16
Inquired the lion, his face ambiguous as to how he felt about the situation. "i've suspended them without pay, of course," stated bogo. "what? why?" was the lion's response.
Their First Time
Both shared the sentiment that "it" could wait until later, later being some ambiguous moment always just beyond the horizon.
Stolen Manhood
He was androgynous at best, with narrow shoulders and a round, shapely rump, and denver let out an internal sigh of relief at the sight of him.
Gender and Sex
Now, in my _"sirtlan"_ persona, i've experimented in every combination of sex—male with feminine body, female with masculine body, both with an androgynous body—and i'd say that every time i'd gendershift quickly as sirtlan, i'd always feel like i was the
(Un)welcome Guests and Requests - Writing Prompt from Arnak
As i was finishing this i realized that the story could have gone in a few directions and decided to leave it ambiguous. arnak likely intended it to be more romantic while i was looking for something a bit more light-hearted.
Twokinds - Fiery Feline Fingerfucking
His species is intentionally left ambiguous. may well do a follow up with the tiger communal bed image.
The Baroness, Part I
The Baroness Part I "Welcome to Mendoza, Señor." The skunk leans herself against the balcony, inserting herself into the postcard imagery behind her. Despite the Francophonic accent, Lilac manages to become one with the scenery. She wears the...
For the Love of a Pit - Chapter 1
But in all fairness and to alleviate any ambiguity, all i remember is some scientist--dr. warrengetti, i think--and his small team discovering how to fuse animal dna with human dna sometime in the early 21st century.
Epilogue
When he died, so would his race, fading into galactic ambiguity. "watcha thinking about?" a kind feminine voice called out from behind him. and there was the reason he was not afraid, or rather one of the many reasons.
Streetwalker Quota (Commission)
He unfurls the hood back, revealing that androgynous prettyboy face that entangled me in his web. pocketing the wad, he thumbs over to the alleyway. "daddy, please, the night isn't-" another slap strikes my face. "no talking back, slut.