Chapter 28: Desire
Chapter 28: Desire It was early in the morning, some time a little after dawn, and Kilyan was perfecting a sling he'd fashioned from scratch at short notice: he snapped off a long tree root that was reaching from the wall, and after letting it...
A Shark's Weakness
And glared at the maned wolf responsible. it was her roommate marshall. the maned wolf glanced at the cover before he tossed the book on the couch. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" elly demanded, sharp white teeth bared.
Ripples From My Mane - Chapter 1
#1 of ripples from my mane commissioned by anonymous client.
Gesture - Zerrif 1
maned. rather large. dressed kind of formal too-- a nice, cut, black blazer and some dark jeans, with a plain, light blue polo underneath. how the hell could he have just missed that just sitting at the bar?
Chapter 3: It Will Be Alright
She was still naked and walked with her arms covering her breasts, her tail low, her head down so that her long mane swept forward to hide her face.
Coils and Spoils
Contains: size difference safe vore/endosoma (oral vore, unbirth), with willing anthro female mimic x maned wolf hybrid predator, and willing feral male snake prey.
Chapter 25: Still Recovering
"and," whispered kel into kilyan's mane, "i have never been so proud in my life."
Chapter 1: Double Delights
Kilyan was a young wolf of twenty-three, very handsome and tall, his black fur toned with muscles, his black mane a thick shadow streaming around his ears and past his shoulders.
Chapter 9: Mean
His long mane fell back around his thick neck as he said in a convincingly strong and clear voice, "that's it then?" "that's it." and though wynn's voice was just as clear and strong, she too was crying.
Chapter 10: Lynny's Place
"i don't know what i would have done," he whispered, brushing a lock of her mane from her eyes, "if you had left me. i just don't know."
Chapter 13: Full Moon
Feathers were woven in a braid at the forefront of her otherwise loose mane. her fur and mane were dark gray, and her slanted eyes were even darker. a dimple took shape in her cheek when she smiled shyly at keme.
Chapter 5: If Loving You Is Wrong . . .
His dark mane was rumpled as usual in his face, and in one paw, he cradled a bowl of cornflakes.