My Muse is a Fucking Bitch

The second blow stung my paws and smashed the door right off the upper hinge, the heavy door toppling back under it's own weight, twisting the lower hinge almost completely free of it's ancient seat.

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Bully-boy 3

Tears welled in my eyes as blow after blow stung my ass. an odd feeling shot through me as i suddenly realized my master was getting hard. i could feel his manhood grinding into me as i was spanked.

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Eventful Beginnings 12

A strong, burning pain came and stung at his tail. he was sure there was a friction burn from that single, embedding thrust. with his hands gripping the lumpy pillow, pavlor bit into it to squelch his cry.

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The best laid plans

The voice of the drake behind her only stung more, mare?! she's a mare? a mare?!

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Kayla: Anne's View

My claws had stopped dead, and i slowly moved them to my sides as i continued my bawling with my snout down...my tail ached and stung so bad..please, i just w-wanna rub it.

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Zero Point: Chapter 20- In Dulce Decorum

Something stung the side of his neck, his peripheral vision catching the sparking of rifle rounds slamming into the rock pillar above his position.

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Keston and his reprieve p5

Keston's heart raced, his feet ached and his thighs stung, but all these things didn't stop him running at what felt like 50 miles an hour, he was home before he knew it, he'd ran the whole distance home, a feat that while normally would have been incredible

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Venture - Part 2 - Freedom, Fake or Not

#2 of dreams tell a story smoke stung her eyes, the smell of death filling her nostrils. her wrists were bound by rope, painfully rubbing against her skin.

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Car meets tree

It stung. and the screaming alarm and roaring engines of firetruck, police and ambulance was making it increasingly difficult to follow what was happening.

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Orphaned Memories: Part 4

Another voice all too familiar stung my ears with its sharpness. "addy...what do we have here? now, now wait a second," she grinned exuberantly. "this cannot be. what an honor it is to be graced with the presence of bayne's daughter.

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Seeing White, Part 3

The brine stung her wound. six years training side-by-side. two hunting the same snows. "you were my kin. we _swore_." "you'll keep your blade. and luto." elitsja plowed on, her own voice trembling. "i did what i'm meant to, skylark."

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Lost Bet with Big Bro

Your tongue slithered over his head and your tongue was stung by his salty flavor - not only was he sweaty, but he was also dripping pre. maybe he was dreaming about you doing this.

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