You're a Work of Art!

No harm, and you're a few thousand richer! the thoughts make it much easier to slip out of your clothes. he has you stand on the "stage" - the only empty spot in the entire studio.

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You're Welcome (Illustrated)

Faintly, before she slipped into the arm's of sleep, she gave one last gentle stroke over the wolf's ear and whispered, so soft the sand beneath her lips didn't even rustle, "you're welcome, fenrisulfr."

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You're Not Doing It Right...

._ \*\*\* **all trains lead somewhere** **chapter 1: you're not doing it right...** summer had finally come for the wolf that now rode the inner city train home from his school for the last time.

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Jinxxy You're the One....

Jinxxy you're the one, you make bath time lots of fun... a commission for lovely jinxx the bat light bounced off the tiled walls of the bathtub the bat lounged in. several small candles sat on the counters around the bathroom.

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You're my something

"you're my wolf" the scar healed "and what makes being your wolf better than being your peppy?"

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You're The Boss at Home

Nick smirked as the rabbit walked into the room, sporting jeans, a low cut shirt that showed her breasts and a matching tool-belt at the waist. The rabbit made her way to the stereo placed in the corner of the room, swinging her hips as she did. With...

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You're a Good Girl

He rubs over your crotch and you're made quite aware of the **lack** of something between your legs. it's all just smooth skin. nulled out, temporarily, as the lizards do their thing for you.

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Lightningstruck Griffin

**moral of the story: never wear lightning repellent if you're male. if you're female, feel free to go wild with it.**

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Dragon Gun Pain

**NOTE** - **Do not try this at home. Unless you are a dragon. With indestructible scales.** * * * Vissa looked at her husband Tenor who lay asleep across from her, breathing softly and peacefully in his rest. Vissa watched him admiringly, he was so...

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You're Home (vore story)

And now, you're here with me. you don't have to worry. you won't go anywhere else anymore, matt. y-you're home, now... you're home."

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