Peachy Keen
The golden-furred harvest mouse sat at her receptionist desk, stashing her purse in the bottom right drawer. her whiskers twitched.
Another World
It's a small, quiet town - except for around the harvest." after hearing the town's name, i couldn't help but wonder if they named it after the fruit. "harvest? do they harvest those fruit?" i motioned back to the trees in the grove.
Title in Progress~ Chapter 1
Farmers where bringing in the days harvest and returning their animals to the barns. a flash of lightning darted through the sky, quickly accompanied by a clap of thunder.
“Wabbajack The Cat” A Story inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
He was currently picking through a small cluster of dragon's tongue weed, looking for the best ones to harvest for the guild and leaving the inferior choices behind.
Syngeneia Kathairein part 14
"tomorrow, harvest time. you will attack your captors and head for the surface. we do need one last harvest, can you fill a barrel with a rage toxin and give that to the workers?" koriza says. the zygonita nods.
Lagomorphs -- Chapter 32: Musings
It would have been understandable in the before time when they were being harvested frequently. but now? where was happening to all the kits? why weren't more of them surviving to become adults?
Meet Me on the Farm 2 (Patreon)
"i mean...forget about the barn and harvester for now. how about you come up here and give me some company?" "give you some company?" he copied and chuckled.
Eel Relations
He pressed his snout in for another, holding, licking, sparking her sensitive flesh until she had no coherent thoughts left, just pleasure and panting and laying her eggs, harvested by the water drake.
Meet Me on the Farm 2 (Patreon)
"i mean...forget about the barn and harvester for now. how about you come up here and give me some company?" "give you some company?" he copied and chuckled.
Goddess of Fertility Day 2
I am the harbinger of the harvest and the bringer of births. i am xasandra, dear tirna. and from this moment on, you are mine!"
Winter: A Single Iteration
Men went out to till and work the soil, and the harvests fair leapt into their hands. but while all was green and growing outside, the woman's cottage was filled with the wolf and the winter.
Your Possible Pasts 8 - Your Time Is Up
_ **"impudent...primal,"** the harvester pulled himself up from the panel, **"your offspring has a greater purpose with us-"** **_bang!