Master and Bitch [Story, Dog to Woman, F/M]
The left moved faster and he watched, mouth open in shock, as a familiar rounded shape took place: a human ear. ein reached out her paws and tried speaking again, barks and whines and groans mixing together.
The Eye's Control Over Bears story
The eye's lily-shaped irises open wide with arousal as it continues to watch the bear's mesmerizing performance.
Book of Particles: Silver Stream Memory 1
If you would look up you would see a blue sky amidst puzzle shaped clouds and those being their own various puzzle shapes.
Where Snow Never Melts: To Shape the Wind
He was going to shape the wind as well. magnus gritted his teeth, formed a noose within his mind's eye around small brow's neck, and shaped it with a surge of spiritual energy.
Your Very Private Lion Shaped Pillow
** ** Hehhey! Here I am, with another Daniel/Speckle short, written on a very rainy, gloomy day. A little light for us all here, I think! Dedicated to...
1.) Escape;the Moon's Calling
The faint shapes of huts surrounded the clearing she and the pack were in, a small campfire cracking and snapping behind her. footsteps, not beast but humanoid, approached their location, and the wargs gave but a unified bark in greeting.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Thirty
_life is a story we shape._ father's wise words made him smile. their lives were stories started by the gods, and left to be shaped by their children.
The time traveller:Ch. 3 - Exploring and learning
After not even a minute of transforming he was in his bipedal-shape. he went to the door and looked into the garden.
Friends come In All Shapes, Sizes, Species & Orientations
It was then that he spotted a certain familiar shape a ways away, and repositioned his wings to go into that direction. after a few minutes the pair got within range of the shape, which appeared to be a small olive colored gargoyle.
A Heart Shaped Tail: In-Between Nights - Chapter 5.5
Posted using postybirb a heart-shaped tail: the in-between nights by olemgar/rodrigulino chapter 5.5 (post "sewing a new passion") the wooden door opened without fanfare.
Getting the Party Together
Chuckling, the pear-shaped wolf lost his mock-indignance, pressing his thick fingers into the struggling mass before him.
The Morning After
Everything was a mix of novelty and familiar, similar to his body's shape, but he'd stopped thinking about that, instead heading to the next thing. three closed doors awaited the feline at the top of the stairs.