Coming in the Hare Tonight
Don't fret, she'll keep our secret..." "uh..." lucas moaned, his muzzle falling open and his large, liquid eyes growing. "i couldn't eat a whole buck hare..." leo winked, then stroked lucas' ears gently.
Contact - Part 2
"don't fret, little seed. i mean no harm this time." his eyes did open at that. what the hell does that mean, he thought. and he regretted it even more when he saw her eyes. bright, powerful amber highlighted with gold.
020 - Prime pt.03
All this fretting isn't actually resulting in being any more ready for: doing big social. they just decide; fuck it, they're gonna just walk out there and try and strike up a conversation!
Cockles
So, i dug in the sand, worried, fretting, though my mind had no focus. there was something hard there and, my interest perked, i dug it up, prying it out of the wet sand, clumped together and solid, levering it out with the little spade.
A first Meal part 2
The dragon started to fret with genuine concern in his voice. "and anytime you want to stop just say the word and we will, now behave yourself and let me finish."
Raiyev Part 4
"hey, don't fret it," brad offered in return, seeing the slight droop in raiyev's face. "we'll find an answer. someone will." "i sure as hell hope so," raiyev said, poking indifferently at his lunch with his fork.
Adventures of a Truck Driver III
"don't fret, my sweet gryphon. we'll get that wolf back, even if it's the last thing that i do." the pain in marphield's eyes dissipated a little, and he smiled. "thank you." the dragon looked to the both of us.
DNA: Deoxys Nuts Aliens
"do not fret, i fully intend to." she pulled out the tentacle, and wrapped each on around a limb, lifting her in the air. pia breathed shallowly, looking at the deoxys with an undeniably lusty expression.
Crossover
The topic of the day was final exams, with everyone worrying or fretting about a small detail. hannah was worried about her socials eleven course, "i mean, the teacher never taught us that topic!"
Chrysalis - Prolouge: Butterfly's Lament
Do not fret your ticking little heart about it." he said warmly, idly going to mix some paint "now then, let's start on those lips, too pale they are, too pale you are!" he smiled; kneading several tubes of pigment as he said it, eyeballing the youth.
The Bench
As soon as she pulled off and her mind fretted about the other thought, the dripping fox juice drove her to immediately instinctively groom her rear.
Faux Pas
So, as his forepaw worked over his twitching cock, he fretted that he'd blow his load too soon thanks to the rediscovered act of self-pleasuring.