An Incubus' Claim
My father was a middle-aged border collie, wearing a black business suit that almost melded into his black fur. a long white streak ran from under his muzzle to disappear under the collar of his like-colored dress shirt.
Taking Care of Dad
Jackson's dad had always been a hugger, but the big, middle-aged husky squeezed extra hard. jackson took after his mom, and was a much slighter build, making it all too easy for his dad to completely envelop him.
Lovers
An older middle-aged cop of a bear, matthew was all business, though was not above turning a blind eye and granting favors to dick's drinks because of his 'favorite girl.'
Anthrophagy
With the mix of truckers, frat boys, and listless middle-aged men, i must have looked like either a prostitute or ironically, prey. i wasn't afraid.
Soul Rebellion #01: Astral Court
"right here, sir", a middle-age, or what he thought was a middle-aged six-armed spider male with dark brown and sandy skin wearing a white and green noragi going slightly below his waist, appeared from behind the reception area, smiling as much
Bear in the Woods Part 1
The scrawny, middle-aged lion had badly needed this bath; even if all he really had to `clean up' was freshwater and a few wet wipes.
Intervention
The middle-aged slovenian woman, wearing her combat armor of ceramic plates and toting a backpack full of radios, stood meters below the height of her commander's shoulders as only a diminutive fraction of the lithuanian dragon's size.
How Pokemon Came to Earth
Throwing them back to the middle ages. we progressed yet again through many centuries. and then, there is today. that is the story of how pokemon came to be. _ **author's notes:** _ _ **so guys! another pokemon story!
The Missing Professor
It depicted a slightly balding middle-aged man with glasses. - is this it? doens't seem really helpful as far as finding missing persons is concerned... - i know. but you see, time's running out pretty fast.
Difficult Times
A man, most likely middle aged one at that, was apparently waiting for me there. - well, now this is a sight for the sore eyes. he greeted and offered me a hug. i politely declined. - if you put it that way.
Hogging the Sows...
The portly middle aged hog chuckled, as he moved over to where the donkey could grope him. ernst fat cock sliding out of his sheath eagerly, as a big rough hand gripped and tugged on it.
Thanksgiving in Devout America
One example is a middle-aged wolf/fox hybrid named george stavisky.