Second Invocation - Enter the Lioness
rye smiled, "not at all, it's what friends are for."
Bordered: Part One
rye often wanted to be like dimitry, fast, strong, and could hold out in a fight if he had to. rye was much younger than dimitry but they were best friends. rye had never known his parents and being a fox-furin, he never really wanted too.
Belonging Chapter 17
But, while i could be more grateful for having such a wonderful boyfriend, even if rye thought we were just having sex, seq wasn't going to go back to rye. i could see that seq hated rye with every of his being whenever seq spoke of him.
Eight Invocation - The Yellow Eyed Monster
rye smiled and pulled zoie to her side. "ready?" the other vixen nodded, her fur soaked with the plants yellow slime. "ready for some fun?" rye called as she looked over her shoulder.
On Four Wings and a Prayer
She was so warm, and soft, and somehow rye wondered if the flammie's presence had caused nature to give him this beautiful day. "i'm rye," he said weakly.
NINTH Invocation - Around and Around
I never knew i could dance like that, i know that was you're doing rye. it was a blast, i got to put on a show and xander couldn't take his eyes off of me." rye nodded, and smiled.
FIFTH Invocation - A Show Without Dinner
rye shook his head.
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rye's eyes drilled holes in my back with their gaze and made me feel even more like leaving. yet, what rye had said really pissed me off. how could he still believe there was a chance of us getting back together?
Fourth Invocation - A Night at the Club
"this is a strip club," lisa said, grasping rye's arm tightly with her paw. rye gave her a smile as they navigated towards an empty table near the back of the room.
Third Invocation - All the Girl He'll Ever Need
"sleep well," rye said to his male friend. "thanks rye, i'll see you in a few days," she said with a wave of her paw. even though the body had changed, it was clearly shawn inside.
Tenth Invocation - Better then Two
"oh god rye, fuck me, fill me!" she gasped out, rocking hard against his tight cock, squirming and teasing at him. not one to ignore an order rye slammed himself hard up into her pussy and started to cum.
A New Loincloth
rye had spoken the truth; he was a fox fur loincloth, and warm to the touch. the wolf lifted it to his muzzle, taking in a deep whiff of the fur. it still smelled like rye; that soft scent always seemed to follow the fox around.