Slave Trade - Put to Work
He looked to his master for direction, "before you can use the 'sardassi' you will first have to know how it works... and you're going to learn, by using it yourself..." the elk smiled slyly, "now... put it on, sidney," the elk ordered, "and we'll get started
"The Gift", Daniel's Chapter 5, Part 3
At the same time the flood gates opened and a geyser of elk spunk sprayed out all over my body; i'd never heard an elk bugle, and the loud, feral sound scared me just a little less than it excited me. had i been responsible for that?
Horse Story: Outgrowing the Competition
Yet, as the bull elk judge walked off, leaving the stallion staring into space in the locker room, he couldn't help but keep hearing it over and over again.
At the Mercy of the Grey Skins
He drew back an arrow, careful not to catch the string against his horn, and waited for the elk to stand still. with a low whistle, the elk stopped, and its ears swiveled around. he struck the animal with a clean shot and it went down instantly.
Prove Your Worth
These woods were filled with a healthy population on non-anthro deer and elk, with a single bull elk being able to feed a small tribe of wolves for an entire day. however, it also required a pack of wolves to hunt an elk or a healthy buck.
Rekindled warmth
All of her claws protracted, ready to tear the elk pelt in her rush to bolt out of the den, should this jape make a desperate fool out of her.
Many Trials of a Centaur - Part 3
She suspected he could still smell the rut from the elk. she must smell something like a female mare in heat, and this drew the three horses.
How to Seer, Part 22
Taking place a scant few hours after the last chapter, william awakens to find it night time, and the elk spirit appears to have regained his composure. what happens next? well... read on!
Toxic
The elk across from her continued eating, letting her talk. it was a familiar conversation.
Sleeping With A Friend
\>steak, elk, ...oysters... \>her pink hot shorts might have given you a peek at what was supposed to be hidden plus a view of her toned ass.
Town Twenty-Four
An… elk? ‘why was there an elk on the radio?’ michael thought, sweat starting to form on his forehead. “michael.” the voice was wispy, heavy, garbling.
Krampus, the Anti-Claus: A Furry Christmas Carol
There is real terror in his voice.** **with deft strokes, st nick's dark companion cuts away the back side of the elk's jeans, leaving his buttocks, his short elk tail and his asshole exposed.