A Bully's Kindness - Part 2 - Jay's Confusion
That following tuesday, jay invited louis greyhound over for dinner since tuesday was usually louis' friendly dinner day. "so, i see you've recovered from that bullet wound, eh," louis said in his canadian accent.
A Foreign Holiday
The flight was like a bad greyhound bus ride- crying kids, old ladies with shopping bags, ...you get the idea. mercifully, the flight was short. the airport was not much better. at least the shuttle was there waiting once i cleared customs.
Activation
His databases told him that he was designed after a greyhound in his shape and size. he looked around to find himself in a small glass chamber. he narrowed his eyes, and the glare on the glass reduced. he could see people outside, in labcoats.
A Lovely Night for a Rampage
Echo's tail dragged along the gash in the bank's façade, leaving beautiful greyhounds and unicorns where the broken statues of humans had been.
Teaser - Catholic Bitch: Break Her In
The greyhound mutt had just plugged her, dry, and pumped a few dozen times before he was done with her. "but who is it?" bethany took a second glance around the room and whispered as lightly as possible, "_pollack_." emm dropped her jaw.
A Tail for Two - Chapter 11
I quickly scanned the crowd as i walked, looking for one greyhound in particular; one with a petite figure and a quite colorful mohawk.
Put your money where your mouth is
The tall gangly ebony furred greyhound with grey already showing about his muzzle joked, turning the cards about to show the group. "hey, this one even looks like you, elise!"
Black Meridian 10: Midnight Meridian
The audience watched in stunned terror as the jester mimed dropping and hanging the magician, going back and forth as the greyhound magician seemed to do little but squirm.
Crosswalk Encounter
Daniel twisted his head around to see a very mobile greyhound bus. time was moving much too slow for daniel, but still too fast to move. the most he could do was close his eyes and hope that he didn't make too much of a splatter.
Servitude in the Dungeons of Baladoor
The guard was a large and muscular greyhound who loved more than anything to watch the slaves tortured. he held a whip in his paws, and as queen baladoor passed into the shadows of the dungeon, the whip was passed into her claws.
Experimentation
The greyhound rumbled, his own arousal aching through the sympathetic vibrations through the psychic link. he also felt a new sensation: a desire to be mounted again.
Flapjacks and Fat Cats
The greyhound gave a somewhat insincere grin. "you look like you enjoy your pancakes. what do you say?"