Begging For Attention Ch. 02
She seemed unable to control the flow of words streaming from her sable muzzle. "fill me. fill my bitch pussy with your cum.
Theif: An Otter's Tale
Jorin looked up and saw sable standing in the doorway, holding her shirt together with her paw. he laughed and said, "you've still got it." sable turned to jorin and laughed, "oh! hey there, little buddy!
Building Better Worlds IV — Open Air
"private sable carter, yes ma'am." "sable? that's a bit on the nose, isn't it? sounds like your parents were fun."
Refills
On cue, the sable appeared behind the counter, his fine black-brown coat gleaming, his black eyes shining brightly in the uncharacteristic beige mask on his face.
Scheming, Succeding and Beating
_ _ a faint voice; ˜sable? sable! are you alone?" _ _ "uh..."
Double Heat, Part 1
“_they better not stain my damn office._” she thought, turning back to the sable. “well, i see what you mean now, violet.” wendy began. violet couldn’t discern whether that was a good thing or not by the sable's tone. she clenched a little.
Engineering, Part 2
I'm a reasonably good size for a sable, meaning that i'm not usually the biggest fur in the room, but i'm plenty big when i'm standing on my ego.
Synne the Broken
Synne trembled in place, eyes squeezed shut, fresh heat blooming in between her legs, canine seed dripping out past her sable folds.
Identity Theft, Part 2
As the sable pointed out, we didn’t know just how sophisticated rawlins’ pursuers were. for all we knew, they could ping his phone, too. we’d agreed to have me keep it, wondering if anyone would use it.
Three Scenes in Need of Assistance
The sable sat the one next to the other. he hated the white. it was the thing, it was a representation of another _thing_ he could never see, never touch, never know. “what are you?” he demanded of it.
"Your New Name" Intro Playthrough B [2/2]
That's why we never give our real names," sable says. surely she can give it back just as easily as she can take it, you protest.
Bovine Discipline
Plus, with those constant movements and the people hiding in their sable-colored tents, brem’s count might have been wrong.