Defeat at the hands of shiny Beasts (Chapter 3 of my YuGiOh series)
When he arrived home, his fingers fumbled with the keys as he struggled to open the door. the house key finally went into the lock and he turned, opening the door and rushing in, forgetting out closing it.
The War Chapter 4: War at Sea pt3; Escape
The young marine that had taken the mauser round to the leg was still clutching his wounded leg in one hand, but the other was fumbling with his pistol hostler.
A Stag Alone
"six times i did that to elysium...small wonder - " fumbling with a bowl, he filled it with the cold water, then held it in trembling paws, gulping it down and feeling it easing the dryness of his throat and tongue.
Meeting Red
I fumbled with the lock and opened the door a crack and peered out. to my dismay i noted that there was about 30 furs at the beach now, all having a great time. "fuck" i muttered. i knew that i wouldn't be leaving the beach anytime soon.
The Forest Shrine
She produce a kit of flint, steel and incense and fumbled to light them, blackening frozen fingers fumbling several times before being able to finally light some of the dry tinder.
Enter the Raptor (Chapter 1)
My eyes were stinging, as i fumbled around for the right key to my room. i finally found it, and threw myself through the door, dragging my huge suitcase behind me.
Taming the Werewolf - 5
They rolled around in the bed, laughing playfully as they fumbled with each other's clothes, fighting to remain upright as they removed each other's tops.
A better world 3
I fumbled for words to say, and the rottweiler fumbled with his can of spraypaint. it fell from his hand, hit the sidewalk and rolled. the sound shattered the stillness of the empty air. "oh shit," the rottweiler said, quietly.
The House: Ch 4 - The Nerd
He fumbled in the dark, his hand moving along the wall. finally, it bumped into a lantern fixture. he took his lighter out of his pocket and flicked it on. he tried to light the thing, but it refused to catch.
Brave
Field, shaking and twitching ... made it to his car, fumbled with his keys, and unlocked the door. nose and whiskers twitching. ears going ... swivel-swivel. and paw going ... throb-throb. it hurt so bad. oh, it hurt so bad.
The New Kid Pt. 4
Blake fumbled around his bag looking for the lube as tyler stuffed his muzzle between his legs. before he knew it the wolf's tongue was lapping at his hole.
Rarity's Burning Haunt
And now, with rarity so busy fumbling around for the keys, the ghost approaches her, getting close to that white rump and those glittering diamonds of her cutie mark.