Notches on the Headboard - Part 3
The serval threw the manilla envelope at the leopard, who grudgingly picked it up. "what's this?" he asked, not really wanting an answer. "new missing person," answered the serval, twiddling his paws.
The Pact
Nomi's jaw dropped a little, then she nodded lightly and nestled her head against the serval's breasts. "mm...yes mistress." ~fin~
"Beast in the Ivory Tower" (Once a-Fawn a Time Teaser)
I've done some background on the serval here, and he's new but has experience. and before you refuse his services, the boy signed a contract with me. while mr.
To the Basement
Memories of terror and uncertainty tainting the walls of this place...and the beast that worked in the bowels of the villa...the sabre-toothed serval.
The Switchback Canyon Race
The serval's core was maxed out. there wasn't any power left to throw at the legs. stride for stride, the serval couldn't surpass a cheetah. “fuck it!" maeve tossed the switches again. the next stride, the serval's front legs skidded.
Pardus the Gelder Chapter 3: The dogs from the border – Kalliir’s story
He revealed his face; the anthro was a serval, an uncommon species of feline with long ears and cheetah-like spots. the serval looked even older than rolewis, with a few scars visible on his face, despite being almost a head shorter than the lion.
Breeding of Attrition (TDS Side #2)
serval's like her weren't as common perhaps as the lioness's or the cheetahs and tigers who made up the mainstay of the feline tribes, but she'd strived to play her role, and bring fortune and pride to her home village.
Ladies Night
The otter grinned, and when eliza looked back round to the serval, she was grinning too.
Incident Report 53
The serval was... struggling very hard at the sounds of pleasure that the bunnytaur was making, which were also making _her_ rather wet as well.
Blind Faith
“_continue,_” the serval emphasized, sliding another inch or so into vilo’s trembling body, controlling every sensation she felt expertly.
Warming Up Winter
The young marble fox's deep amber eyes focusing on every detail of the serval's body as he walked.
No Escape From Reality (pt 11)
The deer looked at it closely and saw the words, handwritten with a precise script, "felidae - felinae - leptailurus serval serval." beside them was an o-shape on top of a cross, the universal symbol for her gender, origin lost to time.