Agent's New Equipment
His fuzzed heels gently dug into the much smaller male as he took a refreshing sip of his drink. "you know i think we really knocked it out of the park with this feature.
Growing Appreciation
He had slipped up just enough to sit up on the massive shelf that the lucario had and was rubbing his hands all along the fuzz of his upper chest.
Beary Valentine's Day
"terinas-" thomas started, reaching a paw up to stroke along the fuzz on the tiger's bare chest. "you're still wearing clothes. we can't have that."
Shifting Paradigms in Corporate Best Practices 2
The cheetah's brain fuzzed over as he tried to remember. angela hadn't always smoked cigars. he knew that for certain. in fact, she didn't used to be his boss.
Dijirin.txt
Most of the fuzz is just there as a protection against the extremes, but it is also to make them appear cuter.
SLICE! (the introduction)
The scrotum began to tighten and fill out, keeping its soft red fuzz but growing firmer, developing lobes like a pumpkin would. the eye sockets blazed to life with deep orange candle flames, that filled the pumpkin with an ephemeral hazy glow.
Under the Gun
And the fuzz took over. he could hear no more. field, quaking, slowly got to his foot-paws, knees wobbling. and he went to the bed.
Adventure at the cinema
Sky said, "i shall cal him fuzz, my little meekins." "that's a very nice name." sea agreed. "indeed." the master said. sea nook showed himself to meet fuzz. sea looked at the two petpets meeting each other.
A Bear's Slobbering Maw (Bear Bottom I)
His snout fuzz was matted with slobber and pre before he really started to swallow your cock. he knew what he was doing. his coy mood was a ruse as shown by how easily he slopped your cock in his maw.
Blood Born
He shuddered as his cheeks grew warm and black fuzz pushed out like thick sideburns, looping down over his chin before ringing around his mouth. the fuzz remained as a soft, fine beard for a moment before it spread over everything else.
Aroused and pleasure - Afteel X Kayotic
The monitor flashes, then fuzzes out, then out hisses a voice, darkness devout. "i think it's time, for us to mate..." "or else i'll be, quite irate..." "then doomed is your home, and the rest of your kind," "though i don't think, you'd mind."
Psychosocial
But while he didn't feel active, there was something on - or in - his mind, pushing little frustrating mental buttons, a niggling fuzz that swelled on the fringes of his psyche.