Tail's of The Crimson Claw- Chapter 1
Realizing that the slaves where still living, secant beans the law had adopted several safe guards for the protection of there slave population and to protect them from abusive owners.
Star Fox Stream Story 1: The General's Musk Slave
He lasted all of three minutes before he started spilling the beans. the general smiled at him. he hated himself for it, but he just hoped that it had earned him more of the scent. **the end**
World Of Endless Dreams
“thank you bean.” when they got home bean said something about spending time in his dude cave in the basement.
The Lost One: Changes
He took a tentative bite of a bean burrito to see if his stomach would accept it and was rewarded with a fresh renewal of his hunger. he quickly polished off all of the food, save one bean burrito, and leaned back with a contented sigh.
Another Day.
He finished and ate rice with beans before going to the crib once again. another day is over. silly miserable life.
6 : Obscured
Elliot could have spilled the beans some how, or came out in my stead, or made a claim of ownership to me. it's something elliot might have done, indeed._ scilius shook his head. _why would he do it after all that, though?
Slice of Life: After work
It had a small kitchenette (the only thing that looked remotely new coffee maker), some bean bags and one love seat for the 'living room space', a surprisingly decent home entertainment system and his bedroom that thankfully had an in suite; mind you, he still
Ch. 17
She used to call me bean sprout. i was a bit of a scrawny, gangly kid. i certainly hadn't filled out with the muscle and resilience i'd grown into later, by that point. bean sprout. it took me back, to another time, long ago.
A First Kiss and then Some.
With his free hand he pulled the heavy blanket that lay next to the bean bag and pulled it over them. "comfortable?" "mmhmm. rain shut her eyes and in moments was asleep cuddled up next to devin. "good night rain."
Wolfed Out- A Wolf MtF TF/TG
Goosebumps join the pins and needles, which have intensified again, my baked beans threatening to come up again; acid is already burning the back of my throat. the alpha wolf licks its lips and watches. why isn't it on me yet?
What Friends Are For
She'd made herself rather cozy on the bean bag, legs crossed under her. she exchanged knowing glances with ruby. "it is kind of mean, but that's because it's effective."
Anon Finds a Way (Chapter 14)
With what little leverage you've got to work with, pushed down in this memory foam bean bag by a raptor nearly as tall as you, it goes surprisingly well.