Collar 16 -- The End of Summer
#16 of collar after a delay for last year's nanowrimo, the story of father graham and his young lover fletcher continues.
Collar the Wild - Chapter 10 - Machine
He taps the side of his neck and nods at the wolf's collar. “you're not making a strong case for yourself." the wolf growls. “would you rather i did nothing?
Collar the Wild - Chapter 5 - Aftercare
The collar around his neck feels tight in this position, but it acts as a reminder of why he's here, or at least why he's still here. “is it so bad?"
Collar the Wild - Chapter 15 - Unload
“y-yes master, i’m ok with that” ember replies, glad of his nerves not being so prevalent now he has this new collar on.
Forgotten - Chapter 3: Wildfire
A pink rubber collar ringed her neck loosely, with a heart-shaped tag from it that read 'sweetheart'.
Tales of the Thief King: Chapter 6 part 2: The Act
Once i had a little time to myself, i rearranged the runes in the collar to prevent bloodpaw from using his powers without permission from the holder of the matching crystal. i then inscribed a crystal i found nearby to work with the collar.
Collared on the con floor
With one paw i hold them there, using the other to pull you towards me by the collar, my breath hot against your muzz as i lean in to force my tongue past your lips.
Collar 7 -- Verbum Dei
If we were to do anything before that, i could lose my collar, my freedom, and worst of all, fletcher. i'd be just as guilty as othermaster."
Warm Up 001 GrandpaJasynTops
The collar fit around it nicely, settling into what seemed to be a slight groove in the floof, where the young wolf had been wearing his cute little collar earlier. it snapped shut, and jasyn chuckled.
How to Charm Your Snek
She forgot about the collar and the commands as she pressed her fingers against her entrance, the line between the collar's control and her own will blurring. the peak of the climax was almost there, only a few seconds away.
Collar the Wild - Chapter 8 - Gardening
**Chapter 8 - Gardening** Ember walks his way through the dining hall, looking out through the windows at the garden and Voigt laying on his front as he works on the fountain. The plodding footsteps he makes, echoed by the gentle slap of his...
Of huskies and dreams
In it was an old collar, of a dull brown color, the marking of time clearly visible on it. it wasn't any old collar; it was the same that was on his husky, before she passed away.