Spiral Nebula - Chapter 27
He opened the first door and helped push the crates full of the dead through. with the crates inside, the wolves stepped out and locked the door before launching the dead into space.
An Eventful Conversation
The male was resting on a crate covered with a towel with his legs spread wide while the female was balls deep inside him.
Into The Stars. Chapter Eight.
As he looked around the crate he was able to make out the forms of the smugglers as isaac had. the five of them were busy trying to break into the stellar drift.
dragon at the docks
He looked around and saw that the crate had flown out the back of the van and crashed against a tree, the whimpering was coming from the crate. curious, jeff walked over to it and pulled up the door in one side, he gasped.
Service
Curiosity, that most insatiable of feline traits, clawed at the recesses of qovu's consciousness, beckoning him towards the enigma that was the wooden crate.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty Six
Soft things like that were just as good in a pile as they were stuffed in some old crate. and wood was more useful to burn than it was to stack atop other wood, wasn't it?
Decommissioned Dormancy
That same tail wrapped around the man's neck as lix stretched her legs, without shame, before joining him at the edge of the cot to peer into the now open crate.
The Wolf-Dog Accepted
Thinking quickly, balto leapt out his harness, and grabbed the crate before it fell. as the huskies congratulated balto, the snow suddenly gave way, and balto and the crate fell into the abyss below.
Stowaway Stall [Piss Fic]
The crate was a true sauna of sweat, sex, piss and debauchery as bodies shoved in what little space they could, clothing be damned.
Born on the Bayou
>you had even given her a crate of the fish you had caught that day to hopefully quell her anger. >instead of biting your head off, her expression had softened as she held the gift.
MoonDust, Chapter 30
He shoved open the door to a storeroom and waved at a pile of crates that hadn't been there a week ago. "grab a box. i'll get the detonators." the red labels on the crates marked them as bulk putty explosives.
Dominic Donks Out
He hunches over a stack of crates, mewling softly as begins to rut himself against the wood surfaces.