An All-Natural Club Experience
"of course you can use any of the fox descriptors too and get away with it as well. i bet drinking with the nagas were fun, we only met them briefly ourselves but they seem like a fun bunch of guys." "you bet," tarras responded.
Roadie Chapter 8: His Parents
"well snow is in your descriptor." "ok, that's enough out of you." weiss said, locking the purple ballgag into her husband's maw, "i'll make a point to have a chat with her in the morning.
Sea, Sand and Spirits
"of course you can use any of the fox descriptors, too, and get away with it as well. i bet drinking with the nagas were fun, we only met them briefly ourselves, but they seem like a fun bunch of guys." "you bet," tarras responded.
Slightly Foxed, But Still Desirable
I think "slightly" is a good descriptor, as you'll see. i don't think any page has more than perhaps 5% of its surface area foxed, and the front and end papers are actually in remarkably good condition.
A Glimmer of Light in the Void:Chapter 5
"alright you have three seconds to explain why you two are acting like well...the only descriptor i can think of is two totally different people." a look of panic flashed on both the rodent's faces before faked confusion took it's place.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 129
"the thing that lives to the, um, south, for lack of a better descriptor. the opposite direction of the darkest part of the plane. snow doesn't know what it is, but anything that gets close to it just...vanishes. dies.
Ingress: Spooning SIlver
'filly' was the best descriptor he could give her, and he equated her to a 14-year-old in human terms. young, but just old enough to think she knew everything.
Savory Innocence
If it understood anything - words, taxonomies, even descriptors - it might be forgiven for calling itself a mixture of mammalian and reptilian. it had a long, protruding snout spoked with sharp teeth.
New Year's Gains [PTRN]
The man was a behemoth without his growth-filled touch, and he salivated thinking about how much he could push that descriptor to its limit. it started, taking asgore by surprise.
A Moral Quandary
Massive and hulking were appropriate descriptors of the bull's size. his shoulders nearly hid his neck from view and his entire upper body was barrel-shaped. powerful, ripped legs supported his frame.
Family Intimacy: Chapter Twelve
The dragon would have been hard pressed, if the truth was told, to think of a better descriptor and he hissed through his teeth as the stream of thick cum tapered off, tipping forward to smear the last drops physically across her backside.
His Place in Her World
'easy' would not have been his choice of descriptor. it wasn't as simple as just wanting it--nothing was. but her soft smile, deep blue gaze, and the weight of the collar in his hands all seemed to ease the burden of the answer.