Butt-Putt Golf
Alphy savored the unique moment with a lecherous lick of whiskered lips as he gripped the rubber handle of his heavy club and steeled his body for his swing. "fore!"
A Taste of Something Else ~ Chapter 6
His whiskers twitched again. "so. whenever you wanna get to gaming, i'll be ready." "oh!" i stood up, not exactly knowing why, and started over towards my computer.
The Squirrel Next Door
Emerson's whiskers twitched, knowing she probably could. _ _ the squirrel giggled, indicating she was teasing. his ears swiveled. something about her voice. she had an accent, didn't she? wasn't local.
The Darkest Night of the Year
whiskers twitching. nose sniffing. tail flicker-flicking. "mm-hmm. i read it somewhere. in the newspaper, i think." a swallow, and a nod, the otter's own tail steering slightly about. "yeah.
With Open Arms
A tilt of her head, whiskers twitching. "i got good at it. i'm a rat. we're scrappy," was all she said, not elaborating on anything that may have happened to her. or anything she may have done.
Reclamation
All giggles and chitters and whisker-twitches. he's just a big bundle of cute, isn't he?" "aw ... i am?" the chipmunk asked. looking to his wife. "i said so, didn't i? don't you believe me?" "i believe you.
Welcomed
My ship's gone," the red squirrel whispered, whiskers twitching. she leaned back against the couch-cushions, eying him. "i thought of a few different things. a few options, i mean.
The Angel of Yiff Chapter 1
Rei cuddled back, not understanding why the dragon liked hugs so much and wouldn't just play, and then he hopped off of him and twitched his whiskers, "how do you play?"
Simba's Place
Simba cried, his ears laid back and his whiskers drooping. nala smiled down at simba, not loosening her grip.
2.3 - Real Time
Her dexterous bat-tongue snaking out of her muzzle and doing lazy laps through his cheek-fur, grazing his whiskers. "you have a pleasant, earthy taste." her tongue retreated.
There is a human in my life! (Corrected)
She stretched her neck out and poked its hind paws with her nose and whiskers. it wasn't working, it was fast asleep. she swept her friend with her whiskers from toe to stomach when finally it woke up.
Butterscotch
The way your whiskers move. there's a 'body language' to whisker twitches, you know. a whole science." "i didn't know that." "mm-hmm. i took a course on it in college. well, not mice in particular, but ... 'prey communicative studies'."