Twister, twister!
He leaned against tree, some of the roots uprooted at its base; its branches reminiscent of skeletal fingers. he was in a wide section of the swamp, a dark brown lake right before him.
Soma
He climbs trees, sits on branches, hangs from branches by his legs or arms, crawls concealed by high grass, sits back against trees in their shade, plays cat's cradle, makes string figures, ties and unties knots of every shape and size.
A Bronze Rising: A Short Night
I yawned massively, spreading my wings until they brushed against trees to either side of the small hill. i hadn't slept, not truly, but the meditation had provided me with some rest.
David's Start of a New Adventure (Ch.13 - Just a Figure of Your Imagination?)
I saw a group of bidoofs, some at their nest near the lake and some grinding their teeth against trees, i'd made sure to keep my distance away from them, not wanting to disturb them.
Two True Needs
Her heat made her body warm, and her 'vixen parts' tingled like an itch, and recently she'd found herself rubbing her back end against trees and roots more than she'd like to admit.
Of the Wolf's Blood
He heard gun fire, bullets shattering against trees, and a few zips of air around him. the one last image he saw before he passed out completely was the full moon beyond the tall pine trees and two yellow eyes glaring down from a shadow.
Hopeless Liberation (PJ sequel) Chapter 1
But before i could doze off, i found myself listening to the soothing sound of rain tapping against tree leaves and mud, which reminded me of a quiet drumbeat.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 36
He grabbed at branches and pushed off against tree trunks, not even registering the thin layer of frost clinging to his fur, anything to just make his body go faster... the ground finally levelled out as he reached the top.
Anthro Sex Squad Story 1 - Vibra's Story; Chapter 7
The townsfolk all stood about, gasping for breath or leaning against trees after their desperate flight.
When World's Collide: Chapter 3
He ran faster than he ever has, brushing against trees and bushes, not caring as they cut all along his legs and arms. his throat burned, legs ached and stomach churned as he pushed himself harder than he thought physically possible.
Chapter 6: A Rumble in the Jungle
Breathily reply, my hands gliding across her fur in random directions as i press my nose into her chest and take in her earthy, musky, perfect scent \>what happened next is a blurry fur filled haze \>we did it standing, laying down, bracing ourselves against trees
Book One: The Gifted Child -Chapter Seven
The jackles soon caught him and began to throw him around like a rag doll, hitting him against trees and scratching him up badly.