Getting Under the Skin
Max, still bottomless and wet, fondles the fox boy and the otter boy through their shorts as a cute parting gesture before being stuffed into the car by mitch. his shoes get placed under the seat to dry. "was i hot?"
Guy Friends
The rat boy walks around it, strutting his stuff, and obeys, laying down and straightening out. "okay," shane continues. "kyle?" "huh?" the fox boy perks up. "i'll let you fuck his tits," shane says as he pulls his clothes on over his wet body.
Saturday Morning Cartoons
Tay managed a groggy reply and a half-hearted movement against the older male before falling still again, his face buried in his brother's fur.
One Off: Provoked
He could feel inch after inch pushing until his bubbly ass came to rest against the hips of the male underneath him. both his hands were resting upon the male while he kept himself still in that straddling position.
Meeting with a Monster
He must have been the largest guy i've ever seen! it looked as if he could crush me with one hand. it's almost been a minute now of him just staring at me, examining me like i was lunch.
An Artifical Life, Part 2: Momma Knows Best
You can't get enough of men and their big beefy cocks because you're such a girly little sissy-boi. isn't that right?" he wasn't a man. he was a sissy-boi. "mommy knows best, after all." mommy knew best, after all.
Getting What He Wants........Again
"good boy," devil murred, nipping his neck softly before laying kisses down his back. "you do look super hot in this outfit. so glad i got it in red for you." jones blushed heavily, ears pinned all the way back.
Dry wall: Prologue (1/4)
# Dry wall ## Thorpe Household ## 5th of March, 4:04 PM * * * An invasion of memories caved their way through the liger's mind. No, they weren't memories at all, they were just fantasies influenced by memories. Fantasies that would be either made,...
Aaron's Present III: I Can't Think of a Witty Title
The poor fox boy, his mind no longer clouded by the smell of feminine heat, bashfully pulled out of aaron and put his clothes back on.
Give in to Your Midnight Desires Pt 1
Its fourteen minutes till midnight. How does it feel slave? How does it feel to be my own personal boytoy? I change my mind, don't speak. Your words do not matter. I know you absolutely love it. The body speaks more truth than the tongue. I know you...
Hit the Dance Floor
Derek asked, giving a sort of wave to the boy and the outfit he wore.
Early Friday
When her fumbling fingers danced over his length the boy gave a soft sigh, nuzzling at her cheek with a soft churr. "hey lil sis." the boy mumbled softly. "didn't meant to wake you." he murmured quietly.