Happy (Late) Birthday
Keevan, the light-grey wolf who was smoking said cigarette, looked at it distastefully. with a small cough he ground the cigarette out against the table he was sitting at, leaned back, and sighed. he was bored.
Red Moon:Revolution Chapter 3
He held a dying cigarette which had gone untouched after a single draw, slowing dying and just giving off a small wisp of smoke from its greying end.
Griffin's Kiss
She brought the tamed little fire to the cigarette, cupping her hand around the fire. she inhaled and the cigarette sizzled as it caught some warmth for itself. she held the burning wood before the tip of your cig.
Chapter 10: The Paradox
Lighthorn grinned as he pulled out a box of matches from his jacket pocket and quickly plucked one of the cigarettes from the pack that joji had on his desk toward the front. he placed the cigarette in his mouth. "don't smoke in _my_ office..."
Aliens Advance!
Fumbling into his pocket, he pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a cigarette lighter, flicking the spark wheel until the flame took. it was a cold day, and alex could use the chance to destress.
Nerd Hipsters are Called Grognards
Laurence groaned as her teeth scraped his neck, clumsily putting out his cigarette next to hers while his other hand squirmed against her plush belly.
Café Desgrais
"excuse me, but would you mind if i took one of your cigarettes, i seem to have exhausted my supply," said the badger, patting his vest pocket. he sighed and placed his enameled cigarette case on the table and pushed it in the badger's direction.
I've Made Up Your Mind
I turn around and continue on my way, pull out a cigarette and light it, enjoying his pointless ramblings about how i'm a worthless faggot. it's a wonderful day.
The Rematch
He had a smoothness and graceful finesse to his movements that had made the dino burn his fingers on a cigarette more than once. they had played a few rounds alone after hours.
Janet the skunk in family matters (non erotic)
Get off my dick.", said janet lighting a cigarette. "what? so you didn't know? is that what you are saying?", asked the bitch taking the cigarette out of her hand. "jup i didn't know.
High Times
I ran my paw slowly through my short spiked hair as i continued to drag on my cigarette. a few doors down an elderly feline emerged from her home and stared at me for a moment. "hello," i greeted her with a wave.
Premier rituel. Le Rire du démon.
Il alluma une cigarette, et ignora son futur ex-colocataire. il était sympa, et très mignon, mais il ne supporte pas la magie, ni ses tatouages.