Tipsy Part 2
Celestia asked, wrinkling her nose in confusion, her senses muddled by the alcohol and the vapour technique that twilight had used on her. "nothin'!"
Bench of Nightmares
Timothy's wrinkled brow relaxed when he noticed zack's fluffy tail hanging over the edge of his bed. he remembered, this was zack's room and this was timothy's very first sleepover.
Invane: Like a plague
The smell of smoke causes wrinkles upon my snout as my nose started twitching to rid of the smell of burning wood from me. harkell and havlut seemed alright with this however, guess it had something to do with brewing tea.
February Patreon Sketches
This time it was her tongue that led the motion, circling around and over tightly clustered ridges and wrinkles just as her lips had done a moment before, then swirling in towards the center.
Simba's Growing Pride Part 1 (extreme musk/smegma alt)
When they finally came into view, simba felt his muzzle wrinkled at the pungency. at the same time, it made his sheath swell. what he saw caused him to falter.
Emerald Secrets Chapter 7: Unexpected
"oh you mean mate." the tired dragon wrinkled his snout and replied flatly. "once or twice." "really now?" she chuckle as she strode over.
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part14: The Fall of a Killer
Damian's dark skin wrinkled in a grin - though his wrinkles had always resembled a smile on their own. he stopped mere centimetres before the wolf, and looking directly into his eyes, laughed drunkenly. "you brought a cuddly wolf with you? how sweet."
Repurposed
Gripping ganos' left buttock, he pulled aside, and carefully pressed the cool bumper of the sports car against the wrinkled skin.
Schoolmates - Part 2
The folded flesh felt really soft under the tongue, the skin between each wrinkle being extremely smooth. the big male's taste was strong, but enjoyable to nanashi.
Dignified Supreme Crunch (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the fox's graying muzzle wrinkled as he gazed down at the bundle of liquefied foodstuff wrapped in an off-white tortilla. "and this..", he prodded it with one of the supplied plastic forks, "..is what you kid look forward to eating?"
A Darkened Night
A wrinkle of the sombre fright, a silent whisper seems to consume the night. chills fill the room, the glass remains half-empty. fill your cup my friend, and be ready to meet your end. the eagle has flown to the left.
Transformation Story: Soarin Outta The Box
Up til then, he'd been clasping, clenching, flailing around, and his fingers had matched that, making the end of his sleeves bunch up and wrinkle. now, though, the ends of the sleeve were not wrinkled, but flattening out.