She can't leave just yet, not without a goodbye. even if the other won't remember it. she kneels beside the bed, petting the exposed cheek softly. "i don't want to do this cub. really. but it's for the best. for you.
Bondage, Dream, F/F, Foreplay, Minor Bondage, No-Yiff, Snake, Story Series, Tiger, Young Love
I slept well, i slept contented, and awoke to his body still holding mine, and not leaving me alone for the rest of leave...
it was an exciting three days.
Alien, Fanfiction, Human, Love, M/F, Missionary, Oral, Vaginal
The warrior stepped out the inn, leaving it, then the vixen priestess did the same, looking up to the covered sky.
Dog, Domination/Submission, Fighting, Kitsune, M/F, Romance, Violence (Not In Yiff), Vixen, Werewolf
"come back....please don't leave me"i looked down at my paws as more tears ran down my muzzle.
nothing. he still heads towards the light.
"say something! anything!
Blood, Death, Sad, Short Story
But it was too late, and the transporter was engulfed, leaving all in the dark of the space and the blue of the x sector...
\*\*\*\*\*\*
well, fin, the end, finito...
Falcon, Fox, Near Future, Rabbit, Wolf
So get comfy and hold the fuck on..." her voice trailed off as the bear turned and walked away leaving him slack jawed as he watched he leave.
American moose, Bunny, Clothing change, Kangaroo Mouse, Moose, Mouse, Panda, Red Panda, Shock, Suprise, cruise
I affectionately licked her on the cheek as a way of greeting, after which she said that we had to board the train if we did not want it to leave without us.
Babyfur, Bernese Mountain Dog, Christmas, Clean, Diapers, Hare Indian, No-Yiff, Plushie, Wet, infantilism, pacifier
The palm leaving into the heavens once again as matt takes a few steps back looking up at the towering form ahead of him.
Arm pit, Death, Destruction, Growth, M/M, M/solo, Macro, Male, Matt the mutt, Musk, Paws, Violence, Watersport, Watersports, crushing, gersky
_the leaves_
the leaves are damp, but not cold;
they feel as if they have been run
under luke warm tap water.
the smell of dew upon grass
is found, like upon the morn.
they curl as a paper in fire,
only slower.
Nature, Poetry