Ashes on Wool

But the ache in his loins was still killing him, so he shifted forward, his blue cock pushing against lamb's entrance. “now, little lamb?" he whined politely.

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Friday Chapter I A Friday Afternoon

He told her as he walked away to sell his illicit lambs.

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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Twenty-Ninth Entry

Mmm, it had been a while since rufus'd savored the feeling of tender, succulent lambchops kicking on either side of his waist, or enjoyed watching a perky little lamb's bottom slap against his thrusting hips.

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From Man to Ewe

The man's speech slurred, vision leaping and wavering as the inside of the lambing shed came into view, a pile of deep, thick straw cushioning him from the concrete beneath.

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How to become a fur

She looked back at the clouds again, the lambs, the simplicity. animals lived a pure and good life.

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Blaidd’s Love

“i have to give him his lambs.” at the word, the massive cock stuck between blaidd’s legs even throbbed harder while a bleat echoed in the distance. “yes. i do not belong to you anymore, tarnished.

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The Girls' Gambit

"we figured as much," the cheetah chuckled as he patted the lamb's shoulder, "your father came prepared."

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Pan Part #5

Looking down and seeing the lambs nursing on either side of the ewe he was fucking, was even more erotic then just fucking her cunt.

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Farm Dog - Chapter Four - Chosen

"two hundred and forty-seven off to the 'works' - should fetch a decent enough price, with the cost of lamb rising...say, 45 cents per kilo, got some nice healthy lambs..."

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Playing With Food

lamb's sentence was cut short by a slimy 'glurk' which forced her head inside of that tight and dark throat.

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Frail

The morning of the day I died was cold, quiet, and grey. The dying breath of winter was winding its way between the trees of my forest, and the bright sun was barely showing over the tops of the trees. It was the sort of day that quieted everything,...

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Wolf am I

Disclaimer: You'll have to forgive me- this isn't the end of Und Des Nachts, like I promised. This is a wayword tale, unconnected, and alone in the world. I wrote it as a short little thing to take my mind of the ending of my other series, and the...

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