Key Holders
As i stand at the bus stop i look up and see the moon right above me its lunar radiance shines down on my silver fur making it shine like the same light as the moon. " hey yuuki!!!!"
S2: Heavy Weaponry
She glanced back over her shoulder, watching as the male wolf stripped down, revealing the softened grey and silvered fur, parted with his white belly. then, with a sultry smirk, he undid his fly, pulling out his junk into full view.
Kasey's Meow (short Yiff story)
I have run low on commissions sooooo bored help me out _ ** ~mew's pov~** __ ** her soft silver fur glistened in the light of the crescent moon her ears peaked high on her head forming almost a soft halo of silver
Magical Nights: Tricks
Blushing lightly she smiled, stroking her silver furred paw against his cheek. "love me?" "always will."
Night
The one on the right had silver fur and deep emerald eyes while the one on the left had crimson red eyes with black fur. both the wolves were built almost in the exact structure of a human, but they looked exactly like wolves.
silver and wine
By nightshade james rosewater @ his player) james whistled softly as he walked down the street. it was a lovely day, and he was enjoying the sunshine on his bright silver fur. he caught his reflection in a store window and smiled.
Changing for love part 2: Gender muddle
Enya said with a sleepy nuzzle into her neck, making hunter arch her head slightly before turning to gently lick the silver furred wolf's muzzle.
WoW: ...who needs lovers?
She leaned down, opening her mouth to kiss the silver-furred cheetah, but stopped herself. she had never kissed anyone before, and it seemed strange to her for her first kiss to be with her best friend.
A Fighting Chance
On impulse, after what seemed like hours, kiba ran his claws gently down dan's back, combing furrows in damp, silver fur before cupping the husky's ass in his paw, eliciting another pleased noise.
Sister's Sleepover
He began rubbing in the soap into her silver fur, focusing on the crudely drawn unicorn. as he rubbed the soap in he occasionally would pinch and squeeze the fur between his fingers to draw out the color.
A Little Colour (Chapter 1)
He chuckled darkly at the sight of his blurred reflection in a widow - silver fur, black t-shirt, grey jeans. sure he wasn't a suit, but even he couldn't escape from the oppressive sameness of it all, it seemed.
Fugitive's Trust Prologue Part 2 of 2
His silver fur was quaking as though there was a breeze in the house. if the fur wasn't a good enough indictor, the expression on her father's face made it very clear that he didn't want to answer the door.