The Forgiving: Episode 1 - Moving In (Day 1)
As for the doormat it said "east, west, home is best!" a tat too bright for my taste, but oh well, it might as well be the home of my life... _ control it, you dimwit _ right!
Investigating the Oasis 3
Sitting on her doormat was a little box. not a very big box, but just a little one, probably about the length of her forearm and not much wider. she leaned down, turned it left, right, and then back to the front again.
Hung Up
Only for the farmer's doormat to burst open like a trapdoor and a strange, red bearded man with sunglasses to yawn loudly before climbing out. a mug in his hand reading '404 coffee not found' as he walked over to a covered barrel.
Ruby's Dark Side
She carefully cleaned her feet on the doormat and stepped in. * * * it was a week later when the wolf came back home late. ruby had been a bit worried, because he always was on time.
The Great Invasion
The slim but long feet pressed against his cheeks, his lips, his forehead and his nose, rubbing along his face as though it were nothing other than a doormat.
The Idol of Giadral (Pt1)
The crocodile pulled his feet back off of his feline doormat and moved his heavy bulk off of the bondage table. the already geared up cheetah placed his athletic body on the wooden table.
Gummy
His voice sang from the doormat. jerry turned his head and gave a lazy wave. "hey keith." keith grabbed jerry's head for a little kissyface, then he suddenly became thoughtful. "hmmm... and where's my adorable timothy whiskers?"
Iktrikk's Experiment Part II
If anything happens to my precious specimen, i will flay-skin you alive and use your mangy pelt as a doormat to my warren." vurrik gulped and decided to check the machine again.
October Vore Shorts
It whipped through the air like white ribbons, turning to a small pool in the doorway and soaking the coats, michael's backpack, the doormat, everything.
Mastering the Beastmaster
And all the while, spying the vibrant blush in the dragon's cheeks despite his wincing as the corrupted hero made an easy doormat of him. but for it, the flex of his soles yielded little tactile response.
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 4
As he walked down the lane back to his house, he noticed another feline, curled up on the doormat. he was massively built and furred silver-white. "milhouse?" joe wondered aloud.
My Lie-On Valentine. Chapter Three.
Law had always been a doormat for the cougar, a push over that allowed brett to get whatever he wanted when he wanted it. or at least, that’s how their relationship had become. but here, and now, with jerome?