The Winged One - Chapter 1: First Day Out
Only the humanclan hunts the winged ones and they are as slow as snails! any member of the catclan could take out ten of those wimps and you are no exception."
Science Class Blues
.^ chelle sits quietly, the heavyset white lapine's green eyes wandering about to those sitting closest as time ticked away at a snail's pace...
Grizzly
He'd never swum without some form of clothing covering his naughty bits, but he liked the way the water felt as it ran over his large naked form; slowing his movements to a snail's pace, licking at his exposed skin.
Moving Up!
The next morning began at a snail's pace... about two hours later, the alarm on my phone was beeping incessantly.
An Unknown Under Tale - Chapter 2
He cursed to himself; this was a time that he wished his mother would have taught him a little more about defense techniques and less about snails and plants.
Zion: Light of the New Moon Part 2, Ch 2.3 Myre
Josh's response was much more animated, "oh snail-butts!!" he gaped. anor-roc's recovery was sped up by the comment, "watch your language, young man!" he scolded. "roc!" the cub's face brightened with joy.
Re-Surfaced Self [Trade]
Soon, your two hard dicks are just barely touching tips, sharing little snail-trails of pre cum from the heads. he is staring at that pendant with nothing short of religious awe. it's all come back to him now.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 7
._ he could see the gates just up ahead, racing towards him, even though he was walking at a snail's pace. the dead rabbit hanging by his side thumped against his knee with every step he took, a mere excuse to explain his absence.
A Slave to the Prime [Patron Reward]
Their thick erect cocks were already touching, snail-trails of corruptive precum connecting them at the heads. they were going to fuck like wild animals. just at that moment, a familiar siren snapped them out of it. "ugh... really?!"
Taste of the Tropics [Patron Reward]
A muk had been creeping its way along the sand, leaving a long snail-trail of oily iridescence behind it as it slithered towards its sleepy quarry.
Endless
The water canals still ran with crabs, sometimes, dropping from the surface, destined to die outside of their natural habitat, in large enough numbers that she found their meat an excellent resource in lieu of her usual snails...
The Matriarch's Cake
~", after the matriarch's round booty got it's new paint made from franco's tongue - the fox founded a new way to torment the female hyena... a snail paced lick against the fleshy surface of her sensitive, winking tailhole.