Bound In Beast Flesh -- Aperture
Looking up, you stare through your visor at her--the raven-haired gypsy who is a vulpine witch. she nods knowingly. "i see you have met one of ours. steadily, your thoughts will be freed, as theirs, for you bear our blood, stranger." "how... long?"
Wrapped in Piano Strings
Lyta pulled back, onto her back, all gypsy smiles and loving eyes, knees bent ever so slightly inward. "i don't care if you're unable to get an erection, you're going to experience this!"
Rogue Sword - Ch 12: Streams Go, Rocks Remain
._ the wagon he was piloting was part of a gypsy caravan, although the polecat had told him that they referred to themselves as "romani" and found the term gypsy to be insulting.
Fruits of a Stallion
The black and white gypsy vanner stallion looked at my hooked raptor beak again, and i could tell that even as much as i knew he was in to having his partners play with his balls, he was still on the fence about a gryphon doing it.
Welcome Home
"now give it a bit more space and do what you can to get this gypsy wagon off the road before someone else pulls you over."
Life Changing Issues
Pain seared through this haze as the young gypsy vanner horse laid on his side with a throbbing headache. he could feel heat on him, like fire blazing near his body. he tried to move, but could only roll a little bit.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Beth
Nomadic as a wandering troubadour, Beth the Fortune Fennec drives her moose-drawn caravan from village to village, offering in exchange for jewelry mystical revelations and lemonade, although the latter is more often chosen. A shame, considering her...
For the Love of a Dog
There was rowdy, mickey and amy, patton and gypsy, wendy and belle honey, molly bop and oscar, and even the puppy i'd found run over by the side of the road and tried to get to a vets before it died.
Silvia the Red
Silvia looked like the classic gypsy, dressed in a purple and red corset top, a red bandana over her head with massive gold hoops in her ears. leather gauntlets adorned her wrists and she wore knee high leather boots and a swishing black cotton skirt.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Bound In Fox Flesh
But what the gypsy does is not to wipe you of the brand of beast-flesh that tendrils through your skin and organs, but to spur its conquest of your muscles, mind, and loins.
The Frigid Wastes Part 3 (Commission for lobopunk93)
After quickly scanning the area and seeing nothing but snow and gypsy wagons, mark looked over the side of the rocking vehicle for some handholds.
Chapter 8
The gypsy brain ticklers...." he trailed off as dark snorted and anastasia blinked looking at him. "alice's name for them...the felines, says they look like gypsies and like to tickle brains." he'd shrug.