Harmony
He finally tweeted. charlotte nodded, beginning to understand. osiris had been her friend ever since she was a teen.
my little pregnant pony PT4
She then waved it and the birds cheeped and tweeted in harmony. the ailcorn smiled and lay down listening. fluttershy sang too then after it was done there was the sound of clopping hoofs from one pony.
Forest Friend 2 -- chapter 1
The _fap-fap-fap_ of his urgent masturbation joined the rustles of leaves and the tweets of robins flitting overhead.
Knot Theory (IV)
Mail me ([[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)), tweet at me (@orvayn), or note me on here or fa if interested. --- "why the fuck won't you just go see him?" jake caught himself in the act of chewing his pencil.
02. Fern
Her eyes shot open wide as she heard a distinctly female voice replace the tweeting. she covered her mouth to stifle the gasp as he spoke. "hi mom, i wanted to check in before you call the mounties."
The Chameleon Crystal Caper
tweet! tweet tweet tweet! twweeeeeeet!_ “huh!? phantom!? wh... what?” his bedroom. johann was in his _bedroom_... johann was in his _bedroom? why_ was he in his bedroom!?
Surprise in the Bush
The only thing rio could here was the birds tweeting and the trees lightly swaying in the wind. he looked around and smiled, despite the fact that he hasn't had anyone to call his own for many years. especially anyone to suit his sexual needs as well.
When Cats Eat Dogs and Dogs Eat Cats
Donna's friend tweets, a pet bird that was ascended by the neighborhood's transformation, and her master shanie was turned into a lizard.
It's a Pokéworld - Commission for catprog
Pokémon birds tweeted in the sky above him. leaning his head back and squinting into the blue sky he saw their shrunken black silhouettes droning past. “_sparrow! sparrow!_" they would squawk and squeak.
A Day of Fun
"fucking tremors." the fox tweeted through his phone as his nose ring shook and lightly slapped against his nose.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 51: Existence
“this tweet-tweet airhead can’t figure out how to-” “i said stop.” i rubbed my aching temples. “figure things out. damn.”
Ira's Painting
But i heard good feedback on this piece, so i've decided to share it onwards~ thumbnail from a picture commissioned of ira by heartcollar the air is sweet with the tweeting of birds and the soft, friendly rustle of grass.