A Mad Dash Through Time and Space - Chapter Two
I doubt that there's a pony in this room who would disagree with me on that." with the exception of the doctor and amy, who had never heard of the ace flying squad, everypony in the room concurred with an affirmative nod.
Who's Bigger Now?
"who's bigger now?
Who knows? He knows.
who is the cop's son?" "his name is rex, he's a german shepard in my math class." oscar looked back at johny who had a surprised look on his face. "oh shit! i know that kid, he is nasty and he absolutely hates gays." "aww man!
Who Dwells Within
The large form of a beast glared down at jase, who had disturbed his drink and now lay up to his waste in the creature's drinking water.
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Laika seemed to sense this, or perhaps it was she who put the thought in rose's mind in the first place.
Just Who I Always Wanted
"i don't think i know of anyone who's sweeter and nicer and more wonderful than him..." the deer admitted, reciting it by rote. "i can't wait for him to come back. he's just who i always wanted..." the rabbit sighed quietly, looking at the deer.
Who's the boss?
She had even fucked the cop who tried to arrest her when he found her fucking on a public street. that was a good night. give up sex? no way.
Dragon Flame Pain
In the darkness of the night in their cozy dragon cave, Cindy began to stir. Lazily, she opened her eyes and looked over at her husband Leviath sleeping nearby. His chest was rising and falling calmly, but what caught her attention was his sleeping...
The Wolf Who Stole My Shoes
who better to bring the wolf salvation, than her own deity? thus, for the first time in my life, i prayed to the moon. and the moon listened.
Who am I?
who am i? by raven fox: a male black anthro wolf wakes up under a house with no memory. he finds out that his name is paul from a tag he's wearing and a good fighter. paul be-friends a fennec vixen who's five years younger than him.
An Unexpected Show
Over the years it had sheltered more than a few monsters wearing the skin of men who sought to escape justice. nonetheless for the people who dwelled in its scattered villages, the forest of ghosts was simply a beautiful place to call home.
The Spy Who...Loved Me?
“then...i assume he screens people who attend audiences?” “among many...” “how about harem appointments?” i paused.