Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 5 of 7)
"i left deep footprints and diverse piss-marks over yon," he said, pointing one foreleg toward a boggy open place where two low drainage swales came together. "the real trail runs straight up the ridge from there.
Silver's stories, Lost in the woods
She asked as she stayed there and started peeing, marking the grass as her's. "shi....no bad wolf." she hissed a bit as she felt the wolf's nose poking at her tail end, and the his tongue licking at her messy hole.
Watching the Sheriff
While still stroking, the feline dared to glance in the wolf's direction, getting another look at the strong, dark cascade of wolf piss marking the once dry and gray stone. he could also hear the sheriff mumbling something.
A Test of Skill 2: Path of the Warrior
"i trust by then your tracking skills will have improved beyond following piss marked trees." a slight crimson coloration hinted behind the white fur of nomaru's cheeks.
Bitch of The Pack Part 1 - Unmarked Territory.
Her back against the stump, the heavily soiled elf could only gaze with trembling eyes at the bulky red masses that seemed even more stimulated after a lengthy display of fart and piss marking!
DHW part 5 - A night of pleasures and sorrow
- you're not familiar with pee marking are you? - not that much. - it's made to be known, smelled. - makes sense. - i mean it can't be washed that easily. i'm about to reply when kaos appear between us, making the red drake jump.
Ghost Among The Stars - Part 2
"you think he went to take a piss?" mark asked, though the answer was obvious. the wolf was trying to find a fine line to walk, torn between his desire to lead the charge, and a desire to study the wayward otter.
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 93 - Survival
"i'm tempted to find out... to keep you here in my tentacles, trapped and helpless, leaking nectar for me, stinking of my shit and my piss, marked as my slave... and you know that i could fuck you, i could rape you into pieces, i could crush you out of existence
The legend of a warrior; chapter 3 - The two legends
Killer had cruelly baptized him with his piss, marking him in a way that no shower could ever hope to wash away, and he had cock-slapped him around like a ragdoll just to wipe the last few heavy splatters out of his colossal flared head.
The legend of a warrior; chapter 3 - Old and New Ways
Killer had cruelly baptized him with his piss, marking him in a way that no shower could ever hope to wash away, and he had cock-slapped him around like a ragdoll just to wipe the last few heavy splatters out of his colossal flared head.
Hirsune
The following is a story about a new species I created. I don't want to spoil anything, but it's a lot different from most stories out there. It may not seem very furry to begin with, but here's hoping you enjoy it! Hirsune by...