Pat
The green cat met with our group, because he enjoyed our common interest of imaginary beings called humans. the cat and i seemed to enjoy each other almost instantly. even though pat was young, his life had made him to be adult in his actions.
He Who Would be Master: Chapter 7(.5)
You're probably imaginary, too!" "tell..." the old man wrapped him up in arms that were stronger than they looked. "this isn't the time to roll over and die--" "i don't want to die!" othello sobbed, hiding his face in the older man's chest.
Nathan's Change
Lying there on his guest bed was a massive hundred and fifty pound red and white-furred siberian husky curled into a ball, its large eyes flicking back and forth under its lids as it chased imaginary squirrels.
Imagining Dragons at an Exhibition
Things kinda got blurry as my fantasies with these five imaginary dragon dudes melted together, swapping out faster and faster. their hot breath washed over my neck, my nipples, my pubes, everywhere sensitive.
The Portal Games: Isabella's Promo
A chatty young woman, the pangolin girl learned quite young that her imaginary friends were ever so real.
The Crime
The voice echoed again, not imaginary at all. "hello, milyi." generations of instinct responded for her. milyi's mouth fell open. she heard herself scream and cringed away from the reaction it would bring.
Things We Do
The pain in the vixens head stopped as the deep rumbling voice pushed her imaginary attackers aside. debbie looked up at the tiger through tear filled eyes. "why?" she whimpered again.
Substitution - Chapter 14
Maybe he'd been doing imaginary work at the office once again, or dwelled on some long past family holiday from a decade ago. "what's up, dad?" the younger wolf asked from his father.
Ch6. Orientation
John had made the imaginary quotation marks as he spoke. dex scowled staring at the paperwork.
Inseparable
Meanwhile, daniel cautiously ground his foot, as if snuffing out an imaginary cigarette. this simple action practically ruined nicky's fur; it ended up matted, sweaty, and wildly ruffled.
My Furst Tail, part 3
His legs are splayed out, the knees barely bent; his talons grasping for some imaginary foothold, clutching and releasing. his arms are fast at work. one hand is submerged beneath the waves; he's probably playing with his balls.
Into Darkness: The Long Sleep
Time existed in only the vaguest sense: i dreamt, and occasionally i would become aware of a imaginary world's ending... slipping out of time until a new story began. i retained no physical sensation, either.