What the Reeds Hold
Also, i wanted to try out southern gothic, don't know if this counts. my eyes did not want to leave the water. i did not want to look anywhere but before me.
Reflex Sight
He needed to get to the southern camp. _everyone_ needed to get to the southern camp. around his meager campsite were trees and slightly parted shrubbery. stepping through them, adam revealed a larger, abandoned campsite.
Harley Thinks She Knows
Bed squeaking, at least, ain't a part of the logistics Apollo and me go through some nights. Even though we sleep upstairs and Aunt Doreen and Uncle Joshua are downstairs, our bedroom's just over the laundry room. It's little miracles we'd all be...
Dark Southern Comfort (part one)
#1 of dark southern comfort dark southern comfort deep in forest kingdom of gulg throngs of beings gather, about ten thousand in all.
What's the Problem?
He purred, letting slip a sweet southern-fried cadence which oddly titillated lars. "sure, yeah," lars chuckled. he pecked desmond's cheek and eased away in spite of the twink's gentle grasp on his swelling groin.
The Fox General: Twin Spots
Orompoto laughed wildly as she looked over the map, running a claw down the southern half of the cheetah tribes land, "quite a cute map you have there! too bad it's not reality!
Creating a character
Npc; none automatic languages zikhish bonus languages any lands zikh, nmar, sei'tan zok upon the southern continent, is a growing power, zok is the carrion eating away at the dieing empire of kled.
Ernest Boughton and the Small Town Southern Spadamon Part V
Ernest groaned as he began to wake up. He could hear Spadamon giggling and could feel his butt cheeks clenching his face. FRRRRRRRRRRRRT! Ernest grunted and sniffed his Digilover's putrid fart. "That long of a night?" Spadamon asked reaching for him....
First Stage
~~nuratalon, arctic flame of the southern skies~~ (c) legal points: this story belongs to nuratalon. all characters, products, acronyms, devices and names are all copyrighted to nuratalon.
"The Wild King", chapter 2
I sat there for a moment, thinking about what it said. I didn't want to ask the next question, but I did anyway. "How did I do that?" "With your offering, last night". My head sunk downward again toward my lap, and my hands reached for...
Full circle (Bear/human, bear/bear, zoo and vore)
Now, the southern humans, the ones with that hard to digest clothing, those we do not care about. we can make sport of them, and they us: they do not live here.
A Silvergate story (Chapter 1/11) - Duel
The great lush plains were littered with mills, producing enough flour for almost the entire southern kingdom.