Chapter 2: Downtown I
Dozens of people were cut in half at the waste, decapitated, and lost limbs as the dragon's talons cut through them like the mince meat they were.
BLOOD TIES CHAP 1
Graduating meant i could go to college in ann arbor and not have to hear my dad bitch about the "waste of good sperm." i spent the first couple of years taking the shell courses and working on a few things but didn't feel comfortable.
Dust, Blood, and Fur (Teaser)
He stared down the direction he wanted to run: over the wastes of what used to be lush forests, but was now war-torn and devoid of life. but he had to run. he had to get away. he tried to jog a little ways, but fell to all fours.
Planet Empire: Armored Chronicles
Staking up a position along the woodline using the forestation as cover, sargeant sullivan's eyes glazed at the waste that was lain before him. the open field telling its own story as pillars of black smoke billowed from burning armor.
Welcome to Golden Sun
And the countless raiders and marauders of the wastes will one day sweep away the old lands of the world in a blaze of war and destruction...
Mufasa's Morning Lessons-Two
His mouth completely filled with the waste, he immediately got to work forcing it back to his throat.
The Island - Chapter 4
He took a deep breath through his mouth, trying to keep from smelling too much of the waste, and did what he had to do.
Turning myself out Chap 2
Even as the wasted jock moaned and whimpered through his nostrils, sounding more and more wanton and slutty with every hard thrust.
Revelations - Chapter 1: Awkward Secrets
She blew her nose into it, and then tossed the rumpled tissue into the waste basket. she paused and sniffed a moment. "no, but i doubt i could smell anything right now."
One Night at the Cat House
In this one, he gets racked by the bitch queen's bounty huntress in five different chapters, and in this one he's only defeated by the demon-empress of the wastes because she manages to squeeze him into submission with her tail!"
Furside - Chapter 4, War
Night time was the most dangerous time in the wasteland but the trade off was that it was easier to hide in the wastes if you didn't want to be found.
WIP (continued)
There were seams at the neck of the armor, at the shoulders, the elbows, the waste, and at the knees, from what she could see. these places also seemed to provide the only pivot points in the armor.