First Chapters: Shiloh's Vacation
Shiloh had never performed on any of the hydra's many smaller stages, and indeed never really considered hirself any sort of performer, but shi'd spent a sizeable portion of hir life staring out at vast, cheering audiences.
Prisoner of War[5]: Sorting the Mess
It was a sort of warm, tender, aching pain. that was enough to get fred to show a bit of life and he groggily dragged my weakened body back into bed. "what's your hurry?" he groaned.
Chapter 2) A Father of a Different Sort
Chronicles of lamok chapter 2) a father of a different sort a repetitive striking sound woke me from my sleep - which couldn't have lasted for more than a few minutes.
(sort of) important question for my watchers
**Should I try and go back to writing?** explanation: I used to (well, still try to) write nothing really all that good really just short (very short) smut or stuff like that but after a certain story I did, one that surpassed all my previous ones...
warrior cats gay version sort of
rustsy was siting on his fence again looking into the forest thinking about his dreams about chasing a mouse and eating it he licked his lips just thinking about it but then thought (what am i thinking i eat that brown stuff which you know thinking...
Sorting Yourself Out pt. 2
Besides, they have a tendency to sort themselves out with a little provocation." nodding slightly, i followed him down the stairs and into the large, wood paneled room that was our cafeteria.
Sorting Yourself Out pt. 1
#1 of sorting yourself out meh, i kind of felt like digressing a little bit so i started this at about 2 last night. it only took a day to write so be nice.
Commission: Riding Lessons of a Hyper Sort
The wet slapping of flesh on flesh filled the area, joined by the sounds of pained and pleasured moans. It was quite a sight to see, really, if you were in the right position. From behind it was hard to tell what was really going on. The massive...
Potion Cat: Potions for nervous Sorts
The back room in her store was a storage room and workshop of sorts.
Dragon Dungeon: Master Kira, Slave Vicki
"no, no, nothing of the sort. i just, um, wanted to make sure that you were comfortable." "oh, i am. are you?"
Dragon Dungeon: Mistress Drakina, Slave Zarrow
He could feel that his wings were tied behind him, bound together in some sort of restraint so that he couldn't flap around, and his tail was pulled up almost too tight against his back.
The Long Walk
Chapter 12: The Long WalkOctober 1, 198615:19 HoursSouth London, England I sat in the outfitting room of the Kennel for long minutes after Handler Proust had left. Forty-Seven passed by without so much as a word to me. We'd known each other since...