Changing Relations (part one of three)
Her stomach twisted at him saying that she was not a monster, a sense of "wrongness" in it, but the doe-taur brushed it aside. perhaps it was not all that important.
The Breeding Ritual
The doe-taur just didn't know how to put it into words, her hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck, bouncing around her face.
Changing Relations (part two of three)
Her words could be a lot sharper, sometimes, than others might have expected from a doe-taur.
Time Together, Time Apart (part five of seven)
The fox should only ever have been making sounds like that in the heat of passion, with his shaft, most likely, buried inside his sweet doe-taur.
Time Together, Time Apart (part six of seven)
The doe-taur. the wrong doe-taur. the ancient being. she spoke loudly, though she had no physical presence there that he could see. "scenario one... this was the first that i imagined.
Away (part three of three)
He stroked his doe-taur's back as the vines wound themselves softly into a net that connected the two trees, the net falling behind his back.
Relieving Himself
That was why he had left his new home and the love of his life, the doe-taur, alyssa.
After the Scene
And if he dozed on the drive home, he knew his doe-taur would take good care of him.
Sold to the Brothel (part four of four)
She walked into the brothel, the doe-taur with her head held high, though she was a little out of place there.
Wicked Magic: Part Three
The doe-taur peered into the room, wide-eyed and blushing, not knowing whether she should join them or not: it had sounded very heated.
Away (part two of three)
"my lover...was...is a doe-taur too." he didn't know what that meant. it would be too easy, too simple. yet alyssa, of course, didn't have the right colour hair.
Breaking the Breeder (part one of three)
The doe-taur fell to the floor by the window of her living room, blinking away the tears that just kept on falling and falling and falling.