A Case for Mr Mao
The stout mackerel tabby wore the uniform of the new police officers, the peelers (so nicknamed because of their propensity to unsheathe their claws at the slightest provocation).
Gotta Catch 'Em All...? (Vore)
Her belly would soon shrink, however plump and stout, aroma filled your nose, heat overwhelmed you now, all of this made you sleep. you became dragon chow.
Eyes like the Forest (5)
Finally he brought it around to the encounter on the road he had with the wolves, regaling the stout farmer, rapt with attention, with the tale. "... i mean, i felt bad.
Fais Do Do
He blinked in shock as the stout creature began to drag him away. "mais non! ah can't let 'em jus take mah body!"
The Cumslut
He squeezed the flattened ears and directed the fox's worship, pressing his cock - short and extremely stout, a head on the thick pole like a ripe peach - into the fox's face.
Understanding the Shadow
A stout spear driven through their core will put them down, though sometimes a second run through is required. swords, axes, and magic will destroy them, but they are tough.
The Tale of Mortibe from the Song of Hannari
And mortibe made with his sword that sacred shape, the fertile ground, the stout bough, and the three circles of the earth, sun, and moon that mortals know as the sacred hannari oak.
Abri: Chapter I
Across from her stood the smaller, yet stout female who had a firm grip on her hip, scanning the horizon overhead. "hey, tesla...how long do you think it'll take for them to realize he's gone?"
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 1
The winding path, the tough little winter shrubs and bushes, the stout boulders with their lines of black and grey, they were all gone, buried, along with a thousand wolves. ander's people. ander's family. she had killed them all.
Ragnarok - XVI
Down went cuan holyspear, with both the head and butt of his stout shaft still striking, like a whirlwind, even as he toppled with his lifeblood drooping.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 92
The winding path, the tough little winter shrubs and bushes, the stout boulders with their lines of black and grey, they were all gone, buried, along with a thousand wolves. ander's people. ander's family. she had killed them all.
The Friend of the Knight
It was a vain attempt, the drake well stronger than he and more stout in frame. "fff-....gods!" relenting, the horse-man laid of his back, emitting a long moan of pleasure.