The Divided Land
You meat smell like dung." she wrinkled her nose and spat. "dung? i'm not stinky!" he protested and smelled his hand too. "so that means you are not hungry anymore. i can eat the rabbit all by myself." he smiled. "rabbit meat smell good.
How to Please Your Dragoness (Jukrit, the 19th Shaman Squirrel)
Jukrit used to be grossed out when watching noraxia make mounds of dung plop out of her anus. but he only needed to care about the organ just beneath that. hesitantly, he approached the winking, inviting organ.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Unfair Fight
You move to strike, but feel something hot touch your stomach, and a bad smell, of animal dung from a carnivorous predator, assaults your nose.
Unchecked Studios: Mists Place
The only thing your worthy of is being turned to dung. now be quiet while i finish up to some real ladies..." he snarled softly and focused on his magazine again stroking faster.
Wake Me Up Before You Boko
Fat load of moblin dung, that. whenever i head through town, no one so much as looks at me. i was supposed to be a valued knight, but i felt more like a common shoeshiner.
Bully in Control: Continued Corruption
The pig even plunged his tongue inside, shivering at the sharp taste of dung. allie moaned all the while, one hand still pleasuring her cunt as she tried to deal with all these unfamiliar feelings.
The Monster in the Maze
I took my bearing from where i'd heard the scream, and it wasn't long before i caught the scent of the mess and followed it to where _actually a comparatively small_ mound of dung had been left by someone who was almost certainly not the maze monster as i
Showered By Pong
It was near impossible to walk through the grass-the sidewalk too-without stepping in fresh or old piles of dung or vomit in some cases.
"Spelunking Gone Wrong"
Previously purple slimy flesh was now smeared brown, having sunk into the mire of the dragon dung within.
A Trap I Laid
His home will be a den soon, sweetened from the smell of dung. he bids adieu his smooth round face, instead, it's now a snout, he hears the call of the vixen's wail, cringes, tries to shut it out. and now he's on all fours begging.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Bound In Fox Flesh
The warmth of fresh dung peppers your bare form, and while the vines scoop most of it away, you're still surrounded in the potpourri of animal stench. a lousy way to lose.
Dragusz’s Handsome End
You can feel the heat emanating from his body in waves, and the soft, most skin of his anus pressing against your nostrils, plus the light scent of dried dung. however, his purring suddenly stops, replaced by the sound of his stomach growling wetly.