Treading Chapter 8 - Registration
"it's very nice," fen's father states, smiling at ian for a moment before tugging at fen again. sian has already shifted to stand next to ian and i. "no." fen states, causing my gaze to focus on him.
Tribal conflict
Secondly, you are to remove those tattered furs, we fen only wear small ornaments but never cover our genitals.
Fur and Feathers Ch. 2
She breathed deeply to try to calm down and concentrate on fen, not worry about the big thing wedged in her birth canal, and once again, fen came through as she saved her strength.
A Loss Turns to Love
He kissed me deeply and said, "good morning fen, how'd you sleep?" "great, especially when you're holding me in your arms."
A Feral Moment
"fen, please wake up... \*sob\* please \*sob\* wake up!"
Chapter 15 - Growing Up
Luwinfe grabs the bag he handed fen, holding it in his paw. "everything is in here, so read through it all sometime next week." fen nods, wiping his right eye with the back of his hand. "find a way to let us know you're okay," fen says gently.
Guardians of Iona
fen nodded with a lewd grin, "let's go, toy!" he shouted.
Rebuilding A Pack 01
There was fighting and tension as wolves vied for the best positions within fen's pack. i was seen as a contender because i was related to fen, though i wasn't taken seriously at first because i was a human.
Fur and Feathers Ch. 3
The male raptor traced the blunt side of a claw around fen's slit to test its tightness before he rubbed the tip of his shaft around it, purring at the warmth and the feeling of fen's fur.
Account Swap
"wow, i never realized how small and cute i was," the fen said, ears perked attentively at him. "kris?" he asked, eyes wide as he looked up at the fox. "yep! looks like i'm on your account and you're on mine.
Treading Chapter 6 - Prom
"fen, the friend i met on saturday and a friend of his." "who is fen anyway? we haven't met him before." "he's a wolf, i only met him a few weeks ago.
Treading Chapter 1 - O.O
--fen-- "wake up fen, you're gonna be late!" i groan, rubbing at my eyes and feeling a crumb or two of dried eye-gunk fall from the corners.