Spreading TF - Part 2 - James
His vision came into focus as he was greeted with a giant, sharp, tooth-filled muzzle. two large amber eyes looked at him with unknown intent behind the gaping maw of teeth.
Static Fuzz
Only silence greeted his sharp toothed smile. "no? well then, if you'll excuse me; i seem to be suffering a wardrobe malfunction. the rest of the class will be a free study period and expect a test tomorrow on coping with unexpected stress."
Space Between Us - Chapter 1
Decklan nodded, then gestured towards the open door of his ship, which got him a sharp-toothed little smile from the stoat.
FAP: Into the Depths of Lust
He offered a sharp toothed grin. "my apologies princess moonglow." he waved a hand and the crystals around her feet melted into the wood below her as if they'd never existed. she jumped back.
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 4
"right, because every sharp-toothed citizen of this city is just one tiny, crucial step away from regressing back into our baser selves.
Siren Snare
The creature down below opened his sharp tooth mouth wider, the song growing in intensity, but the pulsing glowing jewel on his forehead grew brighter as well.
Ferals - 3am
The tall athletic puma flashed a sharp tooth smile a the scene bellow her. the ferals were neatly arranged in a row at the cave mouth; cocooned in soft spider silk and sleeping with peaceful expressions on their faces.
9: "If you ain't got no Sauce, then you're lost. But you can also get lost in the Sauce."
The green, striped eyes of a evil woman smiling a sharp-toothed smile replace the image of phalia's soft, beautiful face... sleep. warmth. comfort. submission.
Shore Leave
Her smile was wide, sharp-toothed, and unsettling. "that's what 'plans' meant. where this time?" "in the coreward revini." "you know how i feel about frontier sectors..." "much-needed excitement?" she suggested.
Growing to Freedom (Commission for F3L4N)
"and if they try to stop us, i'll make sure they will regret it," sara said, baring her fangs in a sharp-toothed grin. felan shuddered, ice running down his spine to the tip of his tail at the predatory grin of the much, much larger wolf.
Chapter 3: BDSM Elfs From Space
He smiles a slutty, sharp-toothed grin and tastes the white fluid, sliding his tongue along his lips while enjoying the salty-sweet flavor. his red eyes then snap over to look out the side of his face at his grrlz with a clever grin. "oy!
Masquerade Doll
His copper painted mask had a sharp-toothed snarl to it, angry brows and laid back ears. like the end of a werewolf transformation. icon pouted a little. both of them got to talk. he had to stay silent except for muffled noises.