Taurship [Sketch]
The striped hyena sighed and swallowed, one paw coming forward to caress the lovely sight set out here before him. He glanced down his body towards the far end of the taur lounging out in front of him, the black-furred Renamon having plopped himself...
To Hold On To Pt 4
Tyler wanted to keep all of it, but Mrs. Hutchinson said he should just get rid of it, as she wouldn't let him wander around making a mess. He insisted he wouldn't, but he couldn't go two feet without proving that a lie. Their compromise was for him to...
Mapping New Terrain [Trade]
The weather changed as soon as they crested the mountains, the huntress and her companion beside her. His footsteps crunched over the gathered and otherwise untouched snow, huge footpaws taking remarkably careful steps over the rugged terrain, while...
Taur On Tap [Commission]
It was more of a fog than a smoke or steam that wafted around the dimly lit club, flashes of colored lights piercing through every here and there, illuminating certain chosen spots within the building - the dance floor, the bar, a few of the booths and...
The Depths of Delvara - Part Three
I bashed a vildekin on top of his head, then struck him in the jaw with my gauntlet-sheathed fist before spinning about to see if the athra was still all right. i froze. nadalo had been yanked up from the ground by a female vildekin wolf.
Sole of the Destroyer 7: Not on the Same Pa(i)ge
Time seemed to slow as he brought the green-sheathed fist up towards her middle. it was no different from a finishing move that he had used a hundred times before. one simple thrust of the fist, sheathed in lightning, and his foes had fallen like flies.
Tipsy at the Tavern
sheathe-fisting-assisted-handjob? fuck yes! tipsy at the tavern i admit it, i was incredibly nervous.