Raising Morale
Partially because he knew it was morally the wrong thing to do, but mostly because he knew jinx was just trying to get on his nerves.
Moral Support
"moral support," he said simply. geo looked over his shoulder to the squirrel and back to don, nodding. "and the wife let you come here?" done was quiet for a moment, looking down to his twirling thumbs.
Boosting Morale
Warning! This prose contains explicit sexual material! This is the first part of an erotic kink story! Contains interspecies/interbreeding, teasing, orgasm denial, explicit pillow-talk, and military personnel :) A year and a half the platoon...
Moral Extinction
moral extinction written by leo\_todrius anonymous commission it was a quiet morning, still and silent as the sun crept up past the horizon, filling the sky with pinks and blues.
Troop Morale
Torn looked up from his map, the usual spot for him, to see the 'Demolition Duo', as they had dubbed themselves, stroll in. It had been strange the first time he had seen Daxter as a human, but now he was used to it. "What are you two doing here? I...
Moral Folly
moral folly by miriam curzon originally published in: _fang 6__._ edited by ashe valisca. bad dog books, 2015. [paperback](https://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?
A Moral Quandary
moral quandaries, indeed.
A Morale Booster
"we _really_ appreciate this little, ah . . . morale booster. but we figured having something to remember this by would be _great_ to relieve a little pressure." i really wanted to give some protest.
Crushing Morale
A 2018 story i wrote as part of a november challenge for ib: taithedragon fa: taithedragon # crushing morale fresh off of doing some laps in prep for the big game tomorrow, kody's ears pricked up as he was wandering into his college locker room.
Morale Booster
He pulled out a tape marked “morale male” and slipped it into the vhs slot, then put in a pair of earplugs. he sauntered back to lean against kit’s chair as the tape started automatically.
Lyle le Loosely Lucid Lion - Part 3/3 (in honor of AW451)
Now, the moral of the story is...no matter where you're from...no matter whatchu' do, it doesn't matter who you are...the only thing that matter is that what you tell yourself. the bow...the bound...the limits you set for yourself.
A Chance
# A Chance It was morning, when Robert set off. He left the hut and stood under a grey and unwelcoming sky, humidity filling the air. His path was about to lead him straight through the forest - a really inhospitable region at this time of the...