Welcomed
The piebald-furred rabbit whispering, "what are we gonna do about them?" "shall i turn the magnetic field back on ... yes?" mariposa asked, slowly. "no. no ... no," the red squirrel whispered. "we don't want anyone to crash." a breath.
2.2 - Nose of Truth
The piebald mouse squeaked in panicked alarm and wriggled out of his chair. wren, panting, sat up. glanced at the wasp. it wasn't moving. he then glanced at his mate. he'd never seen her kill anything before. he didn't know what to say.
Morph Class: part 1
Monty was the fellow ratmorph, tall and lanky, piebald fur and red eyes. he was quiet, but not quite as dumb as he sometimes put on. rebecca was cute and short, her gray fur seeming like quicksilver in certain lights.
Surrender My Heart
._ the lop, her own fur a piebald patchwork of warm, decadent caramel and cream, had convinced herself kyler wouldn't come. even though they'd set this up weeks ago.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Twenty
His tail fur was brushy, like a shepherd's and the rest of his coat was stiff as well, but he was piebald in pattern, predominately tan, but also white in large splotches.
The Stallion in the Stables
A white slice of a marking slashed across his shoulders from the base of his neck, his coat that of a piebald equine who was mostly black, though a little sun-bleached with brown hairs showing through at the height of the season.
Full Upright Position
Soft, white and black fur, all in pretty piebald patches. running his blunt-clawed fingers through the fur, meshing them to her pelt. meshing, massaging, going up and down, up and down. a constant roving. touching. unable to keep still.
To Touch and Know
Don't even start," azalea said, pointing a paw at the piebald-furred rabbit. "no, but ... they don't understand mousey-ness." "their loss," was cordova's still-smiling response. she gave a tilt of the head, her waggle-ears waggling.
Ask a Silly Question
The piebald-furred rabbit grinned, already undressing. "oh ... well, ask a silly question ... "
We Delight
The piebald-furred rabbit, her black-and-white colored fur, all in pretty patches, slid her lips down his shaft. easy going, sliding a few inches. settling to a stop. she had his entire essence in her muzzle. and it made her heart race.
The Stallion in the Stables (YCH)
A white slice of a marking slashed across his shoulders from the base of his neck, his coat that of a piebald equine who was mostly black, though a little sun-bleached with brown hairs showing through at the height of the season.
Give a Mouse a Cookie
The piebald rat behind the camera held up a furless, pink paw. then four clawed fingers. then three. two. one. the red light on the camera activated. they were on-air.