A More Perfect Union 1 - The Queen Mother
The elastic material stretched as far as it could until it was putting a bind on the canid's sheath and scrotum. that was when ivory stepped in.
Hunter's Moon: Leave No Stone Unturned
To the elder lycan's horror, the wounds he was inflicting on canid kept closing. suddenly, he was thrown off canid's chest and landed a good three feet away. canid merely dusted himself off and spoke the fatal words, "my turrrnnn".
Paws-On Zoology
The gray one, a hefty beast, entirely shutting off the smaller red canids attempts to pin him. meriza watched enthusiastically, crouched down behind a bush some distance away. her camera was trained on the pair of roughhousing canids.
Myshel: Alert (Part II)
Some sort of sandy brown canid entered, in what looked like a cross between a lab coat and a painter's smock marred with occasional dark stains. he carried a toolbox.
Benedictus - Rite of Passage
And then he collapsed onto the cub, desperately trying to catch his breath after the draining process of taking the canid's innocence.
Parlor Tricks
"the rachnid empire has made quite a study of canid bodies. how they respond to certain venoms, certain excretions of insects. i think you'll find this one most enlightening."
Xebassian's Playroom, Part 1 of 4
"what sort of canid did i have in mind?" xebassian said, pausing only for a moment before returning to his pacing and gesticulating manner of speaking.
Anubian Nights
Elizabeth gulped at first, but soon nodded and moved to the cushion, kneeling upon it as she looked into his massive canid face.
For Everything, A Season
The smallest hint of tapered canid tip spilling from its furry sheath.
Roll Them Dice
He fucked her like the wild canid he was. his hips pounded against the bitch's rear, taking her deeper than he ever had, forcing his tip right up to her cervix.
Wanpaku's Boar Play Time
Hopping onto the stool put the canid's crotch nearly perfectly level with the boar's ass, the poms cock beginning to throb to full hardness in anticipation.
Olivia.
Laid on her front, phone on the floor, the pink canid hoodie i’d bought her caked in miscellaneous potato chip fragments.