COMM - To Tie For - Commission for November - Chapter One
Ember squealed as a whitetail doe burst from cover and fled, its eyes wide and muzzle open. it skidded and tumbled, then leapt back to its hooves and vanished as suddenly as it'd appeared. "what the..." ember blinked.
In the Hangar
Story © amethyst mare / arian mabe characters © respective owners **iron author** **impregnation** ** ** **in the hangar** ** ** _written by arian mabe (amethyst mare)_ _commissioned by dragnor1 and whitetail-designs_ _ _ _ _
Affiliated Student Bodies, chpt 4, As the Maestro Ascends.
Secondary characters: michael king: male, lion (daniel king's younger brother) tina devereaux: female, skunk (ra for hillard east) steven paris: male, rough collie nigel churchill: male, wolf david mears: male, bengal tiger vincent donneman: male, whitetail
Buck and Doe
Like their quadruped whitetail ancestors, both he and his husband experienced yearly periods of rut, a time of elevated hormones that he would fondly associate with some of the best times of their relationship.
Cherry Pop Party Part 2 of 2
At her mother's words, freya turned her head slightly, just barely enough to meet the whitetail doe's eyes, and then nodded her own assent, wagging her whole bottom that much harder.
Chakkir's Rest (Commission)
If that overstuffed whitetail has you impressed, it's nothing to what i can show you." the bull's free hand moved to khendar's side, giving him a slow, firm squeeze.
Bucky: the Oh Deer ending
\*Glorp\* followed by an audible \*creeeeak\* and a thump as his head hit the wood. Tongue lagging out of his mouth he pulled a dopey grin and just let his hands lay, applying a slight pressure just in case. "Okay..." he breathed slow "...did I go too...
Brother Mine - Chapter Three - Some Things Are Best Left Unknown
Brother, Mine Chapter Three - Some Things Are Better Left Unknown © Cederwyn Whitefurr May, 2010 All Rights Reserved. Finally, managing to block the thoughts out of his mind, and get himself back under control (and with a very wet belly), the...
The Great Hunt
Branches snapped as the whitetail stag fled through the forest; his flanks heavy and drenched in sweat, foam curds flying from his open muzzle as his chest heaved. he leapt over a large moss covered tree, dodging left then right.
Untold Mysteries: 2
whitetail, 3 days old, heading south. i start trotting again, my head bobbing up and down as i keep myself on the trail. i slow again as the trail veers to the left, closer to the river.
A Cat Among the Stool-pigeons. Ep1
"whitetail doe, skinny, all leg and no curves. and don't you think that joke is getting a bit old?" mike olson and i were both ex-navy. he was a chief bosuns mate, usn and i a commander, rn.
A home I never expected
Having dressed, i left my cottage for my morning jog through whitetail woods at exactly six am. it was a crisp autumn morning, and i was making good time - might even have time to sit down and eat breakfast today. 'yo! john!'