Chapter 2 Lion and the Lab

kanya moved forwards timidly. the dragon obviously hadn't been truthful; he wasn't taking her to see anyone right now.

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Chapter 3 Lion and the Lab

It flowed back from kanya's eyes, letting her blink up fearfully. a black, female wolf was smiling down at her, wearing a white lab coat that contrasted with the midnight fur. she crouched down, running a hand over kanya's cheek.

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Lion and the Lab: Part 4

kanya wasn't sure that she wasn't imagining it at first but she was sure after a minute that it definitely was getting bigger inside her.

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Chapter 4 Lion and the Lab

Ow out of her cervix again.that made kanya wince, but she was happy that it was leaving her womb at least.

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A Child's Vengenance; Chapter 1

She was dressed in a modest night gown, a bathrobe draped like a cloak around her small frame, accompanied by a similarly dressed kanya. he smiled, turning to face the shark. "well, where is the client madame kanya?

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Lion and the Lab: Part 1

kanya is only on sofurry and can be found here. her posting of the story can be found here! give her some attention :) this story wasn't available early but others are on my patreon!

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Taomerle - Reboot - Book 1

With a frustrated growl, kanya looked at cassidy and remarked, "consider yourself lucky, miss lambert. when i get back here, you'd better be gone, and i'd better not see you around here ever again."

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A Child's Vengenance; Chapter 2

He had hoped he followed the proper address supplied by madame kanya, or else this was going to be the most awkward situation genira had ever gotten himself into.

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Chapter 1 Lion and the Lab

The dragon waited at the loading bay for this section of the Labs, ticking off each shipment as it arrived. It was a pretty boring job, but there were benefits on occasion. He had the prestige of working at the Labs and the pay was good, not to mention...

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Going Home p. 1-30

"kanya?" came his voice with mild concern. she always met him at the door. "that's your father," she said. she got up and she was gone. she had left him alone with his dirty, filthy, egg-yolk and butter drenched plate.

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