Mystery of The Cabin In The Forest
"hmm...i don't like your whiskers," she chuckled nastily. she tried to pluck one of his whiskers. he gasped and got ready for the coming pain. finally she plucked a whisker, he would have scream liked there was no tomorrow if he was not gagged.
I Know Where I Live
The tears spilled down his buttery, toffee-furred cheeks, to his clear whiskers. the whiskers flicking them off, sending them flying. "oh, baby, come 'ere. come 'ere," hyacinth soothed, opening her arms wide.
The Three Heads of Winter
All three of them growled as the fangs sunk in with an almost surgical precision, whiskers lashing wildly, leaving the man wishing that he had whiskers to lash; he simply screamed instead.
Art Appreciation
Loving how his whiskers brushed her cheeks. how her whiskers brushed with his. how his tail was trailing over the side of the couch and to the floor, limp. and she could already feel his sheath bulging against her waist.
A Night of Dreams
He would jump off and relive a surreal version of the other day's crash exclaiming, "wait, my whiskers!"
Seamless
Her serene whiskers glinting in the light. it wasn't that ross couldn't seduce her, in turn. he had a cuteness about him. all twitches, whiskers, ropy tail. big-eared, dimple-faced ... mouses. cute. they were almost synonyms!
Canyon Arrow
"there we go," he said, and he planted a loving kiss on sheridan's cheek, his twitching whiskers brushing the rabbit's still whiskers. "your whiskers tickle," sheridan said, eye-smiling. a giggle-squeak.
Captain Nal and the Lucky Smile - Chapter 3
whiskers broke first. with his own paw to help him out, pawing himself off with one shaky set of fingers while he was taken like this.
Kestrel Cake
Her whiskers twitched in bright fashion. she motioned with her paws. "well, take it to the table, then. i'll have an end piece. a talon. you can take a wing-piece.."
Drifting Anchors
Allowing his whiskers to brush hers. her whiskers twitched. his didn't. and the twitching of her whiskers ended up making his whiskers move, and he liked that subtle, little feeling. a weak nod.
Here There Be Mouses
Her whiskers twitched and her angular ears cocked atop her head. "i guess we don't know very much at all, do we?" "we do not," graham replied, eye-smiling.
Hooray For Our Talkeetna
Their whiskers brushed. as they always did when they kissed. there was not a lighter, more angelic feeling, was there, than when your whiskers brushed? in that soft, errant way? a side-effect of muzzle-on-muzzle?