[Dolphinsanity, Passer-By] Trading Up
_I was once an otter,_ David reflected to himself while slamming his hips tight against the flat, smooth-skinned ass of the dolphin in front of him._Not just any otter. A weakling **bitch** of an otter! Funny how the tables have turned..._ Quite a...
[Dolphinsanity, Passer-By] Claiming Treasure
With a great _whumphf_, the sky blue dragon was pinned to the smooth sand at the edge of the beach. The sound caused a nearby flock of seagulls to take to the skies in fright with a rush of frantically flapping wings. Teryx stared up at his...
[Dolphinsanity, Passer-By] A Meditation on Water
The dragon meditates atop a grey stone at the shore. He sits above the sands by only a meter, yet his position is elevated in more than height. Legs crossed and wings spread, he presides over this place at the boundary between sea and shore, and...
Compliment
She was doing her best to frighten passers-by (because that's the sort of thing you do when you're a monster) but in a world where furries and humans lived together, even she had trouble standing out despite her odd appearance.
Two presents beneath the tree
Hedges and a fence made it difficult for a passer-by or neighbour to see her front door - but still, she shivered and blushed in arousal at the thought of being spied on.
Anti-Theft Device
Dorset closed his eyes as some of the passers-by gave him shocked and grossed-out looks. the stain around his crotch was much more prominent than the fox's one. the coyote had no chance of hiding his wet shame.
The End
Dark-circled eyes, so lifeless, so hollow pale, drooping skin, so unappealing, so shallow limp, gesture-less limbs, with no purpose left to serve whispers from passers-by, "so crazy, what a nerd" lank, tangled hair; doesn't fly in the breeze tears roll
My Mind
I love the rain i cannot lie but passers-by look to me suspiciously. the rain soaks all no matter the class as it washes away the grime and grease and calms the storms of my mind.
Poem #89: The Wind
The breeze is not a stronger wind, able to mess with the hair of passers by. it is not a strong wind, forcing people to hide under warm coats. the breeze is not a gust, lifting hats off their owner's heads.
[Dolphinsanity, Passer-By] Yes, Commodore: Chapter 1
The quiet whirring of Teryx's private boat was barely audible over the sounds of the waves as well as the fairly strong wind which blew through the skies today. Teryx removed his sunglasses as he stood at the helm of his vessel, gazing into the endless...
The Way You Look Tonight
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- passers-by looked up at the house.
Fallen Leaf
Weary eyes looked at the passers by when they weren't looking down at his little pad of paper that he wrote his poems in. some of them still had her name, but most didn't anymore.