Broodfoxes: First Encounter
But by then, it was far too late; the broodfoxes’ strategy had successfully made their species intergalactic, and from there, they kept spreading as people realized just how pleasurable the little things were.
When World's Collide: Chapter 2
We tend to linger on the little things". drake smiled. the little things. maybe that's why he felt this way towards him. chris grounded him. he looked down at chris, and held him tight. he didn't want to let him go. what the hell did he get himself into?
Date Night with Daddy
I really hope you aren't selling yourself that short just because you have some little things to work out about yourself." "what if it's not a **little** thing?"
Never Let You Go (Part I)
Even little things could drive him crazy-- yeah, i thought, little things, like bringing a dying anthro home. i shot a sharp look at my roommate. "what should i have done, left him there to die?" "why didn't you take him to see a doctor?"
Flash Fiction: Got Your Wish
Just a quick little thing, from a weird idea that popped into my head (do you guys like flash fiction? i hope so!). :3 i wasn't sure what to categorize this as. it has a lot of the tones (and genitalia) as a cv or unbirth scene. but... it's not!
Wrecking the Cushions
There was no escape for the dumb little thing. a gasp escaped her mouth, high and sharp. he was halfway up her rump. she made another sharp cry, quiet but distinct. she struggled and twitched as his remaining inches sank deeper without quit. "shut it."
His Proper Place
That little quirk was just a preview of all the little things about her that made her different from everyone else. and he loved every single little thing about her. he smiled as he stood up.
Strange Companions Ch: 1
“how could i see anything but a cute little thing?" a big, genuine smile plastered on his face. “because i'm not _just_ a 'cute little thing'. don't kid yourself." her hands go to the scarf around her neck, claws catching on the fibres.
Heated Encounter
This little thing was no male, but a female, her pungent odor betraying her secret long before zheradra spotted the rivulets of trickling wetness sneaking past the sides of her fever-struck vent.
A Night's Work
Intrigued with me with what i'd left to hide i took the knife, i pulled it out the sound was sickening or perchance, it would have been to one who was unlike me she gasped at first, feeling pain but soon she realized that such little things
Hunting a Vixen.
"stupid little thing...", i thought, "these furries who live this 'civilizated' life... they can't fight, they can't run, they are easy preys..."
Men
i'm never much of a pessimist (and i don't usually write short prose like this), but this is a little thing i picked up from a writer on fanfiction.