Your Appetite, Darling
Her bobtail flickered pleasantly. "you are being a most cheeky mouse right now ... " " ... really?" her lips pressing to his own. pressing, wetly, hotly. with a loving passion.
So Nice
They also have wings ... " her bobtail flickered. " ... and most furs give them the benefit of the doubt. your species, on the other paw ... " a head-tilt. " ... is viewed as more earthy. you hail from the water and mud.
In the Meanwhile
The soft, snowy-white, the icy, arctic eyes, the night-black charcoal fringes of her ears, and the black, perfect nose, and that bobtail. that bobtail that flickered like it did, like a flame behind her, luring him.
A Lesson in Heat
Her own little bobtail wagged as well, cold nose nudging towards his lap as he giggled and wriggled. normally he was quite embarrassed if she decided to explore one of his erections, but this time it felt delightfully naughty.
Wrapped In a Bow
Her bobtail flicker-flicked wetly. a shy swallow. " ... i, uh, guess not, no. no." a helpless smile, the dimples showing on his mousey cheeks. "i guess it just means i'm a healthy mouse?"
3.1 - Waking Up Is Hard To Do
Cottony bobtail sticking through the rounded 'tail-gap' built into the chair's lower backrest. "not exactly ... " "any particular reason?" she pressed. the male snow rabbit stiffened his posture.
A Special Guest (Vore Story)
The bobtail had some experience going down on people, that was for sure.
A Good Itch
The snow rabbit shivered as she felt the seed slide onto the top of her bobtail. and she sighed and lifted her hips a bit ... ... and the vole huffed, huffed. "oh," he breathed, sucking cooler air.
Stress Fractures
Her holy-white flame of a bobtail flicker-flicked, and her whiskers gave a singular twitch. "there's no umbrellas in the runabout," wheldon confirmed, emerging. frowning. his bobtail flicking, as well. "it's a long walk to those ruins."
So Sings the Choir
Her bobtail flickered. "the carpet is a slightly darker shade of blue than it used to be. is it not?" "it is. do you approve?" his eyes darted over her. "i think i do, yes. it is ... pleasing.
There She Goes
Positioning herself above him, lifting up, up, bobtail flicking. flicker-flicker!
3.8 - Design For Living
"have a goodnight," he told her, eyes following her bobtail as she walked past him. feeling his eyes on her rump, she couldn't help but blush.