Tris, Pure Lust
"thank you," he said, and they left the club together, passing the same poster out front advertising the lepine dancer: tris, pure lust. the end
Housewarming
The lepine shrugged slightly. "i don't know exactly what i mean. maybe..." he seemed to think about his wording. "maybe i'm just trying to say, take care of him, okay?"
Dewby's Purchase
A lonely rabbit trudged through the streets of an open market. His hips were adorned with a blue silk skirt held in place by golden facets. His green fur was a stark contrast to his gold and cobalt clothing and around his neck a single pendant hung,...
Black Velvet
Lifting it to his lips to take a soft sip, he gave a small smile to the young lepine waitress who'd delivered it, and a nod. she returned it, though her eyes hesitated on the paper in his hands. 'another one..? it's dreadful, isn't it..?
Lab Partners
He and tris didn't look quite right together, despite both being lepines. bill, a rabbit, was short and thin, with large glasses. his wardrobe at the moment screamed nerd: a lab coat, pocket protector and of all things a large polka-dotted bowtie.
Grayson's Triad (excerpt)
In the moment before i began, i took the moment to appreciate the young lepine's beauty.
Bill's Bar Trip
The wolger murred softly, the sound vibrating the trapped lepine, while he held firmly onto bill's hips, his knot hilted deep inside the bunny.
Arctic Hunger
Bruce groaned, thrusting harder as his tail looped around another of the huskies, bringing this one around to his wobbling rump as he rolled to be on top of the writhing bunny, bucking into the fluffy little lepine
BallPark2G
Half of it vanished into the horny lepine's mouth in a single gulp. the bull gasped, grunted, gripped the chair as gentle fingers played with his balls.. "hey, hey.. don't choke now.."
Roleplaying Games
She stared back at him with narrowed burning amber eyes and he cringed, his long lepine ears similarly slicking back. another rabbit. damn it, they were everywhere. "s-sorry, uh-- i'm sorry.
The Twelve Talismans:Dimensional Travels - Chapter 40 - Internment
The last thing she remembered was helping the jewish family escape... then she was attacked by a half-dozen lepine gazimon...
Driving Miss Minerva
Directing martini to rise up a bit, the chauffeur undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipper his pants, spilling his throbbing lepine erection forth.