Scars Chapter Twelve
A faint grinding of dirt could be heard off in the distance. "The wolf returns," Lydia said, standing up and retreating back to her tree. Norton looked around to find the source of the noise, eventually finding a shadowy figure intruding on the camp,...
Mayve and Jay 3
Jay's eyes glimmer in heart-felt delight. The bunny slaps his cheeks, gasping with glee when he sees that rod he installed quivering and hard just for him. "Oh, Mayve, I feel so honored you wanted to test THAT on me. However did you know I like taking...
Scars Chapter Six
The port was essentially the same as the last one. The grandiosity of its large ships and wavering sea was slightly lost on the second time around, even still, it was a fantastic sight. The sun had set, leaving a sea of purple, gold, and blue in its...
Scars Chapter Three
The gentle rattle of rain woke Norton from his troubled sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and cast them down. The woman that had been there the night before had disappeared, bringing him some relief. In her place were itchy cotton white sheets. He...
Scars Chapter Four
The sky darkened further and further into a solid grey, bringing along with it more rain and fervent thunder. While Norton was practically soaked to the bone, he didn't dare complain when both of his compatriots were covered in a dripping wet mess of...
Scolipede... am I breedable to you?
“Scolipede. Am I… breedable to you?” The asker, a cute little buizel, pressed their paws together hopefully as they peered up at the behemoth horse bug with hope. Scolipede sighed in the type of long-lasting pain that could never be solved as the...
Battle for Blair's Soul
There was once a small mousefolk village that was known for its exports of delicious wines and woodwork. The people there were always very cheerful, and the travelers who made their way across found the inhabitants to be quite amicable people. But...
Warming Up
**Typhlosion story?** **Yes...but not the one I mentioned a while back :/ that one is slow-going.** **Enjoy this one anyway! Not super long, but still fun to write.** * * * The rain it poured, the shower it stormed, the old man was snor- That's...
A Damsel's Potential 5
Yasmina is in control. There is absolutely no doubt about that. But this is a different control than what Roxanne provided. While the llama's tongue dances with her own, the rabbit has to wonder which she prefers, if she prefers one or likes them just...
Scars Chapter Seven
It had been quite a few days since Norton had bathed. The griminess of adventuring made him miss the cleansing feeling of water washing over his skin. He squirmed in the small wooden tub, and continued to miss the comfort of larger outdoor baths....
Scars Chapter Eleven
There were no sign of guards riding up to arrest them yet, fortunately. A few of the patrons that were inside had taken up spots just outside the building, then quietly headed back inside without so much as a glance at Norton. It must've been a common...
Scars Chapter Ten
Bang, bang, bang. “Please don't do that, madam." “I will do what I want." Lydia rapped against the metal bars again. Bang, bang, bang. “Hurry up with the pay. I am sick of standing in this building. Sick of dwelling in these fetid lines. Sick...