At the meat market (skunkette lamia/minotaur vore)
A wemic, or liontaur, was a late arrival to the auction. he bid on and won a short, fat human woman and uvuzi privately mourned the fact he wasn't on the block himself. she'd never swallowed a wemic but she'd eaten lions and lionmen.
Spiritual Connection
The throbbing urethra pulsed as he stared up past the massive tip towards the enormous liontaur.
Sunlight Skies, Shoreline Rides
I watched her, when she thought no one was...
Monster Manifest
**liontaur** - proud, anthropomorphic lions, but from the waist down, they have the body of a large, feral lion up to its neck. **minotaur** - anthropomorphic bovines. hooves, horns, usually vegetarian. expected to rely on brute strength.
Maxwell's Silver Ramblings( Jacob part 6)
Frederic had grown up into a fine liontaur, wide and thick, and handsome... and then his eyes left the taurs prick to see the rest of the smooth furry coat when it did a sleep hump into the lion he loved so. he walked around them slowly.
7 Year Journey
Blackmane, a liontaur, approached. "no weapons sir. one of the officers has been demanding to talk to the captain only not "one of you jumped-up slave meat". her expression hardened. "very well lt., bring him here." she motioned to an empty corner.
Bartleby - return to sender
He liked lions in general, having bedded a wemic she-liontaur or two, and one time, quite drunk, he fucked a very willing lion-man.
Hialfi's world (foxtaur/balloon raccoon naughtiness)
"i've met a gul-taur (there's only one), and centaurs, and i have met wemics, which are liontaurs, but i've never met a foxtaur. the maker says you're the only one he knows of and that you are the way you are because of a magical accident."
Bartleby - dog days
One time even a wemic liontaur woman settled down on her belly and moved her tail aside for him. he learned that wemics must be hung smaller than khardaki, because she was a very tight cat and it hadn't taken much to make her yowl.
Maybe Tomorrow pt3 - First Light
The grey appaloosa staggered to its hooves, one leg buckling, and hobbled painfully towards the boar, who was now engaged in battle against the liontaur and the other equine, and was by all appearances winning easily.
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 54: Broken Heaven
Swan let out an inarticulate howl of rage and frustration at that, snarling as he fired a burst of rounds into the face of a massive liontaur demon who charged at the square with a large grenade in each hand, the buckshot devastating its upper body