Your Laughter
It was a sunset glow of orange before the dusky red, as a veil of stars revealed itself in the sky behind us, the sun casting a fiery glow across the great expanse of water that stretched far into the distance.
Lucidum's Journal, 2
I got out of bed shakily, noticing that my paws had become somewhere halfway between feline and canine, and my dusky grey wolf fur was slowly turning amber-yellow spotted with black.
A Saturday Night In 1924
The livid kangaroo rocked back and forth on her thick, dusky tail. her rocking becoming faster as she catalogued all the disruptions to her club and its guests. disruptions which had become all too regular. the dance floor was empty.
While The Cat's Away, The Mice Will Play
Soft, urgent hisses of pleasure came from her as she jerked forward repeatedly under the bucking thrusts of julia, a dusky-furred mouse-girl with long, white-blonde hair and equally seductive golden eyes.
New Found Fangs
Susan is farther along in the change already hir arms and legs have begun to split, and hir member has grown to a length of two and a half feet; hir skin is a dusky gray and had begun to harden into chitin over hir abdominals. "who are you, pet?"
Self Re-Discovery
Her dusky grey fur was matted down, and, able to stay on her feet at last, she looked down at herself, shocked at what she found. "is....is this me?
My first time
.** **a dusky blush rose to my cheek, "daddy, i felt a little painful," i replied shyly. i dared not look him in the face, he was thirty already but still very handsome.
Rain World: Traversing the Machine - 6
The light faded as he left the last of them and crawled into a dusky, narrow maintenance vent. however, even after minutes of climbing, there was still no end in sight.
Desert Wind - A Diplomatic Invitation
Tassels swirl through the air as she spins into position, the large ripples of vibrant colors expertly hide the dusky bare skin of her upper body in a practiced tease.
The Donkey Bar
#75 of claude cuntboy stories a donkey cuntman goes into heat at the opening of a new equine tavern and gets mass bred my name is caine jameson, and i am a 22 year old donkey cuntboy. 6'3", about 235 pounds, with dusky brown fur and golden amber eyes, with
Aria's Tale- Chapter 1 *Sunday Mass*
They were a family of foxes, aria sporting soft white fur, her father auburn and black, and her brother a dusky gray. all around them in the church pew were other furs, wolves, dogs, cats, other foxes...
Let Me Take Care of That
Her dusky pink nipples hardened with those fine shudders and she covered her breasts with a light blush and yet a heavier sigh, mewling in agony.