Horror Vale - ch 1
Something had grabbed her attention, but jadyn was too busy playing with soltlar to pay attention to her. jadyn finally pushed soltlar off her, and got to her feet.
Prince's Butterfly
Normally not many would pay much attention to someone so far down, but he had one unfortunate trait about him that drew attention. namely that he took after his mother and not his ruby scaled father.
I Married A Wolf pt2 - Getting Into the Rhythm
While i was bound by human sensibilities, resisting the urge to hug firmly around and open wide against her lovely attention. only a pleasant smile under her attention was all i would dare show in public or risk being labeled a freak.
Playing With Fire - Chapter 1
I shifted my weight to my other knee-high boot, my attention turning to my closest companion, flint, as he strode into my view.
A Dragon In Suburbia, Part 2: Nixi's Favorite Toy
Pay attention, nix, okay?"
My Master's Hoof
I'm sure i am handsomer than all the other stallions and deserve far more attention than them, but even my best nickers and stomps are not enough to draw a passing stable hand today. how irritating. they bore me. why don't they pay me attention?
The Silver Collar.
“i’ll get your attention. i’ll get everyone’s attention.” toby would just smirk back reaching up to grab the smooth metallic stripper pull with a hand.
Legacy of Siyu:Chapter 1
It was clear however that her attention was wavering, wanting to return to his impossibly copious self. "what 'humiliating'?"
I Want To Lick My Zoroark's Feet
He wanted my attention, but not _that_ kind of attention. i blinked as he pantomimed with his claws, asking for continuation. in my brief distraction and fantasy i had stopped squeezing my zoroark's soft foot.
The Hunter
This though was of little concern to her, returning her attention to the group of males she continued her decent.
The Stable Boy Fluffer
Of course, the stallion was due the same attention and treatment, jack lowering his head deferentially to suckle on the stud’s softening shaft.
Scout and the Squire: A Wolven Welcome
Leaving the small room i dressed myself, still a little wet and mussed from the attention.