Flying High
“ah...quill…” dylan’s face was red as a beet. quill wanted him? he never would have guessed, he was nothing special...but, then again, he was just what quill wanted, and it was extremely rare for him to feel wanted like that.
To The Point
A quill suddenly lanced his shirt, and then another. because it was being pulled tight already, even the tiny holes made by the emerging quills tore wider and ripped his shirt down to the halfway point- where the bushy fur tapered off.
Alley Antics
His balls slapped against her ass loudly, and quill's breasts jiggled with the force of their mating. "oh," quill moaned loudly, throwing her head back. "harder, harder!"
The Thing Among Us: Part 1
quill, whenever you are ready."
Nightly Fun
Just like with blowjob prior, quill was fucking rocket in his sleep again, but this time in his ass. amazing still; despite the raccoon’s loud outburst, quill was still sleeping. “ah…ah..ah…ah…ah!”
Rainy Day Play
"um... mister black quill, what does your cutie mark mean? are you a librarian?" black quill threw his head back in laughter at this, a hearty sound.
Evil Quill-Weave:First Caper Part 2
quill-weave sat back on her new throne of skulls. well, it was painted like skulls anyway. "i know, i know. but it's so hard to come up with a good name. got any ideas?" "how about quill-reave?" quill wrinkled her face in disgust. "no.
Change Room
When he moved his head, he was conscious of the loss of weight from the quills and the added bounce from the fur. the rest of his quills had suffered a similar fate.
Summer Job 2
Long, thin ropes of dog cum started spraying from quill's shaft, covering eric's muzzle in a matter of seconds.
Rocketing Up in Size Ch. 2 [PTRN]
quill's legs nearly buckled when his hand was returned to him. "whatever you want."
Yoga Day - Commission for papapatooie
quill nodded emphatically. "yeah, yeah. i got it." with that out of the way, they got into position. quill bent down as best as he could.
Looking Good, Looking for Love
Just a short little rocket/peter quill (roquill, as the kids say) fic. just guys being dudes, getting ready for a fancy dress party. what's better than this! rinsing the last bits of shaving cream off of his face, peter quill mugged at the mirror.