Penetrative Infiltration 3
Shaking his head, he collapsed the spell around himself, feeling the crick-crack sensations of his bones altering, pulling in tightly and then sinking into his contracting flesh.
Swampy Surfer Snack [Subscriber Reward]
He could have let her do this for hours on end, work out every crick and ache in his muscles… but he was _famished._ kaa smacked his lips, giggled to himself, and then opened his mouth wide.
The New Guy (aka A Humble Request)
I'm relaxing outside after a hearty breakfast, still waiting for the crick in my neck from a well-placed aqua jet to straighten itself out, when elan lets the furball out to play.
A Most Peculiar Film (Snuff, Necro, WS)
The last few days were a blur, and her neck had the worst crick she could remember. what was it she was up to.
Tuck's Got Himself a Shortstack
He was sore everywhere, legs somewhat glad he stopped walking and taking the time to recover for the long run before beginning their cricked protest as he stood up.
The Hard Working Minotaur 2
#2 of mythical creature bondage minotaur woke up early and cricked his neck, then repeated the action with the rest of his body. sleeping flat on a slate of stone all day meant his back and shoulders were very tense.
White Knights [7]
Sean joked with a stretch and a crick of his back. "why do you call me this 'snowballs'?" the wolf grunted, padding on silent feet down the hallway beside sean whose dress shoes hissed with each step.
Daylight Casefile – Part 0
I crick my back and glare at my alarm. my mind is still a little slow from the sleep-meds i took last night. i've been on them for the past few days - ever since i pried what was left of my second out of a shuttle crash.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 40
"sai," he said again, jerking his head like someone trying to get rid of an annoying crick in his neck. "what happened?"
The Odd Couple Part 3
The most it bothered her was the crick in her neck having to look up at her but worth the discomfort to finally confront the female and have it out with her.
The Gift of Gaomon (Part Two)
His muscles popped, cricked, and bomphed into being. power coursed through his veins like no other. his headfur floofed and fluffed into place to finish the transformation. “yes…keep changing me! yush!”
A Cookout Wolf-Out
He could feel the fluff itch running along the side of his face and neck, and his face felt stretched, pulled tight around something that had been slowly crick-cracking its way forward.