Feeding Time

She laughed, and nodded her head, taking a bite of half the filled bun. alissa grabbed sophie’s water and brought it to her mouth, the ferret following the bun with several satisfying swallows of water.

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Revenge In Flames: Typhlosion's Bitch

I gagged and coughed, feeling more terrified than ever before typhlosion forced his hand between my buns, roughly fingering my ass, finger fucking me hard enough to slam my cock into the wall before me.

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Bobby 01 - Intrusion

"come on, little bun," the tiger said, and patted his lap. to his delight lum didn't bother dressing before jumping on it, and making himself comfortable. "had fun running around?"

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Bani Lore! Fire!

The hot headed bun bun! name: freah brimestone (free-ah brim-stone) "fire" generation 1 first born. "elements" height: 4'' 2' -child- / 4'' 9' -anthro- age: 14 plus tp k.16 fur/hair: fire's fur is fire red with a white undercoat.

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Halo - Distress Signal (VORE)

The warm, oily flesh of his buns cradled your body and held you steady - the tight cleft kissing you goodbye as that strained ebon rim flexed around your form.

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: CH 4 : Where things went wrong

"i wish i knew bun bun, i wish i knew, but it'll be alright... cry, cry as much as you need."

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[COMM] Oreo Shops With a Succubus (Story, 4700 words)

The cat-demon across the room was a vivid cherry-red in the cheeks as she couldn't take her eyes off of the bun's body; oreo was facing away from the succubus, giving her a generous view of her soft, squishy bunny buns as her huge, pure-white puffy tail twitched

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WereLords - Chapter 12: The Empire's downfall

Laughed bun. "you really thought you killed me? i'm a stuffed toy, i won't die if my body is slashed!"

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HTTYH

So i got down on my knees and started licking the hole, the she fury shivered and made her badside buns act like waves of the water.

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Raptor Den: Chapter 2

Pausing next to the red and black painted post box the weasel-bun rubbed his muzzle and glanced up and down the street.

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The Meeting

She smelled lightly of the clove shampoos they'd used, and her hair was put into a neat bun. she hated the bun for all the work they'd put into it, but that didn't matter.

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