Emancipation: Training

The voice was harsh and hard, almost mocking him with a phrase that sounded horrifyingly familiar. "you're already wet and dripping, you know."

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Emancipation: Clutching

_ the voice was rich and soothing, teasing and mocking all in one.

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The Colony: Rescue?

The base spread him open wide, caressing mockingly as the stiffness pulled the overly sensitive walls.

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The Colony: New Breeder

Life in the Colony wasn't ruled by the rising and falling of the sun, but by the sound of the guards and the clattering of sharp pinchers that clicked together sharply or the sound of their legs hitting against the ground. The sun had no meaning...

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Imperial Slave: Part 1

The last word was mocking, but the horn had started to glitter and show an edge of bright shining light along the whorls that trailed around the base.

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Otters At Play

The others were arriving for the annual mock battle, most wearing the skin-tight suits that both lini and teemu wore, though a few had opted for simple brief-cut trunks.

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A Play on Reality

**A Play on Reality** **A Bolt, Mittens and Rhino tale** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by anonymous_ "Oh..." Bolt pouted, sitting by the front door, though his head did not move an inch. "It's always so sad...

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I Never Eat Anything With A Face (Clean Version)

Mallory's eyes fluttered open. He ached all over, it hurt to breathe, all of the mouse's extremities screamed with pain, and when he tried to get up... no, that wasn't going to happen, his legs were broken, so was his right arm. Abruptly everything...

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I Never Eat Anything With A Face (Naughty Version)

Mallory's eyes fluttered open. He ached all over, it hurt to breathe, all of the mouse's extremities screamed with pain, and when he tried to get up... no, that wasn't going to happen, his legs were broken, so was his right arm. Abruptly everything...

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The Warmth of Campfires

Chatter around the campfire continued as some of us finished our meals, though mock and eeheki appeared to be taking their time with the meal.

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With These Broken Wings: Finale

mock hissed after him, but his broken body couldn't run as swiftly as alaine's well fed one.

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