Orientation
A sudden look of realization appeared on the weasel's face as he answered, "lust, wrath, greed, envy, pride, sloth, and gluttony, right? the seven deadly sins?" "close.
When Weasels Whisk Away Wary Rodent Wuv
His arms drew up around the weasel's back, drawing him closer as their tongues came together.
I Love the Nightlife
When the rodent's gaze lifted again, he was greeted by the sight of a rather obvious bulge in the weasel's pants. resting his hands on the singer's knees, he let his nails run through the male's fur and across his skin.
Cassie's Training, Ch. 1 - Abduction
One of the weasels hoisted her onto it and attached the large hook to a ring that was hanging above her, forcing the fox's arms up in the air. he chained the spreader bar to the platform and left.
A Warriors Tale: Part 2
The tiger smirked slightly as he looked at the weasel's tabard. "i know for a fact those aren't fame retardant." he said and leaned down his muzzle an inch away from the trembling weasel's as he smiled showing more teeth than humour.
A Special Delivery
Two years older than the weasel's oldest brother, stan was a constant undeclared threat. the tiger was already twice the size of jeremy's father. they were still new in neighborhood terms, they'd only been across the street from jeremy three years.
A Different Kind of Airbag
A pair of weasels suddenly grasped onto the leopard's arms, preventing him from making his escape.
Making Royal Deals 1
The absolute look of pure joy on the weasel's face made her blush happily. well might as well enjoy it, riley thought to herself as put her noble features on display.
Surface (Chapter 8)
The skunk arching the weasel's back with the skunk's foot on the weasel's tail to force him to hit the mat for release.
Dust Shorts: First Heat
She was **_mostly_** sure that dire weasels weren't very common in the area, she probably should ask rex about that later. but even so, who knows what other creatures might take interest.
Loveless Incantation: Chapter 16
I awaken to the sound of my own ragged breathing, the memory of yesterday’s pain lingering like an unwelcome guest. Disoriented, I sit up, my vision swimming as I take in the unfamiliar surroundings of my room. Shaking off the remnants of sleep, I push...
The Santa Trap
If you don't know about least weasels, look 'em up on the internet - despite the collapse of civilization over most of the world, there's still an internet, after all, so you might as well make what use you can of it while it's still around.