"c'mon, silv; we've gotta get ready." she headed towards her bedroom.
i smiled. "all right, all right; i'm coming..." i quickly followed suit.
anna smirked to herself, an idea suddenly forming in her head.
No-Yiff, Plot Development, Renamon
silve's eve, the night that their gods had brought forth the first pair of fawns that populated the earth. in the city they would be throwing a festival for silve, the first doe who had been born and carried forth all the deer in the world.
Anthro, Deer, Impregnation, Love, M/F, Romance, Story Series
Rubino said rain silves that he had after his little "trip" ordered in her study. it was decorated with many trophies that they won apparently by their numerous battles.
Fantasy, Fox, Human, Other, Sergal, Story Series
"silv...?" she asked, both confused and curious.
"it's a long story." was their only reply.
* * *
after a few hours, maliha and tayla returned to their own home.
No-Yiff, Plot Development, Renamon
Her hot juices still ran freely down the inside of her legs, keeping her nice and slick for silv as he madly rammed her.
Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Doggystyle, Domination/Submission, Egg Laying, Fingering, First Time, Floatzel, Heat, Impregnation, Jackal, Knot, Lucario, M/M/M/F, Magic, Multiple Species, Pokemon, Rabbit, Sex, Shaymin, Transformation, Transgender, Weasel, lopunny
Silver and Bronze.
By: Matthew E. Oliver
The First Fire
"Come Furrow, my little cub" came the sweet familiar voice "Wake now, we must go!"
There was a false air of playfulness in her voice.
He stirred, but did not wake.
"Oh come my little...
Anthro, Fox, Foxes, Sad, Silve, Story, War, Woadedfox, and, bronze, furry
Kommen wir nun zu den regierungsformen der beiden reiche: während der südkontinent aus einer sergalen-monarchie, die seit jahrhunderten zurückreichend besteht, herrscht im norden die generälin rain silves, eine sergalin, die seit hunderten von jahren
Dragon, Human, Other, Sergal, Story Series, Wolf
Warrior 2: the southern sergals have broken through are lines, they out number us 1 to 3 i suggest we retr...gggaaa..... ge.... gener..l ( falls to the floor dead)
general rain silves: i will not retreat ( wipes off knife ) to weaklings i want them all dead
Sergal