Feathers

The wind ruffles my feathers as i go into a light quick jog than a full on fast run, there is the edge of this island.

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Feathers

Warm, soft and light feathers all around and inside him, keeping him comfortable and heavy, making it impossible to move or think. everything was feathers, and everything would be feathers, forever. and that felt just good.

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The Feather

Your soul rivals the feather and shall be used to bring the feather back." confusion coursed through her mind as to what the voice meant.

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Wolf's Tickle Torure

The he took a orange feather and came to wolf's right feet. -now we gonna see if you're so strong like you say the fox started to brush the sole with the feather. the wolf felt something strange and his body started to shake.

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Friendship Forged Among the Pines

Nick pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The young wolverine looked around. There were four or five bunk beds against the wood-paneled walls, a large window overlooking large pine trees outside and the lake beyond, a fireplace, a bathroom,...

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Resonance

Disclaimer: This story contains adult language, alcohol abuse, and homosexual themes. ~ Samuel stood in the dark bathroom of his tiny, one-room apartment. He bent over the sink and splashed water on his face and muzzle. Drying them with a...

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Birds of a feather

I get out from under my quilt and start pruning my feathers with my beak, my mind wandering to my plans for today.

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Feathers and Delight

It is the highest honor to be yours. I will fear no judgment behind closed doors. How eager I am to finish my day. Our routine is set, soft and heavy play. Rid me of my pains, embrace my deep truth, Bring your appetite, I'll quell...

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Tail Feathers

In his current position it had been squeezed between his feathered thighs and was thus somewhat difficult to reach.

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Latias Of a Feather

Byron, as her father was the king, was relaxing in her Snowflake bikini by the oasis, feeling a little lonely. Ala is floating through the desert. Suddenly, she felt her skin cool, something much have been blocking the sun. Opening her eyes,...

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