Meeting Him
Freedom was... muddy. I remember staring down at my little stumpy legs, a thick streak of mud entangled in my bushy fur all the way from my shins, over my knees, and up to my thighs. Somehow, it had even gotten onto my cargos, the pockets smeared with...
A Little Situation
I stare up at the darkening sky above me. My ears throb, flicking softly, and my neck jerks awkwardly with every harsh, heavy beat of my heart. It pounds in my chest, tightening with each shuddery breath I take in. I pull the cold, frosty air into my...
The Furry Dead Chapter XXII - Bittersweet Rewards
Chapter xxii - bittersweet rewards cel sat in an unlocked cell in the black tower, just one level beneath the top-most floor, where captain summer and his council of officers were debating.
The Malefor Chronicles Chapter 2: Bittersweet Memories
Chapter 2: bittersweet memories dragon realms, uncharted system april 3rd 2204 0822 hours cave near dragon temple malefor awoke with a yawn.
The Miyatsu File - Prologue and Chapter One - Bittersweet
She could feel his joy at meeting her again, and the bittersweet nostalgia of times past as they talked.
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 13
He could smell her blood mixing with the rain, bittersweet in his nostrils. he could imagine himself biting into that wound, tearing it open to let even more of that sweet-smelling blood out.
Twilight Hours
He had learned a lot and had fun with the older rabbit, so the reality of it coming to an end sat bittersweet in his heart. summer was knelt between mr. booker's knees, lost in his own enjoyment as he sucked the rabbit off.
[Chapter 3] Out of the Box
Her orgasm was bittersweet, but she was so worked up, just like last time, she passed out. tiffany woke up, still alone in the padded room, still unclothed but her body was back to normal.
Under The Neon Lights
He closed his mouth and swallowed, tasting himself, a bittersweet flavor. "good kitty," she said, then whispered into his ear, "very good kitty." they lay there in a sweaty wet, sticky warm mess.
NM #2 ~ Sitting
It was always a strange and bittersweet comfort to him, one he could never adequately articulate. something familiar, but hollow. he absentmindedly worried at his necklace. his eyes felt wet and his brow furrowed as he resumed staring.
A Late Visitor
Cock with his hand with furious speed, unloading another rope across her tummy and the side of her face, even her hair, followed by five or six more of these giant spurts, all over her body, completely soaking her front side in about two litres of thick, bittersweet
What if it was Us? (Prelude)
Something that was bittersweet for me. i loved seeing him smile, but i wanted to be the source. this was one of those smiles not meant to ever be for me though, only for the rather majestic stag. his fiancé.