A New Rubber You
A notch in the latex flesh, almost like a mark of ownership. # beep, beep, beep. the white-furred fox looked up from the newspaper in his lap, smiling to himself.
Fates of the Unicorns 15 - Harvest
Her collar was jeweled, unlike the mares which were simple steel with no decorations save the d-rings and their masters mark of ownership. curious, she said "go ahead, girl."
Edge Play - Chapter 2 - Initiations
He came to the academy as a virgin (that changed quickly), but until that moment he had been denied the sweet taste of the marks of ownership that he'd craved since he could remember.
Getting that Bread
A soft growl resonated in elda's chest when she dug her fingers into his love-handles, etching marks of ownership into his breading and sending lances of pleasure up his spine.
The Breaking of Braknur
The orc was made to turn to the side, showing off the tattoos on his chest and ass, made to display the marks of ownership that the blue dragon had left on him. "this is mine, now," molokean said. "he has no more independence.
Marking Malk
Cum that was as much a mark of ownership as it was pleasure to the two of them. and xander knew it, and he saw it, and he believed it.
Spoils of War
The dim, flickering lights cast long shadows, highlighting the aftermath of their encounter: the sheen of sweat on their scales, the tangled limbs, and the unmistakable marks of ownership.
Under Striped Feet, Chapter 1: Seeing Blue
His fantasies had run wild, pushing him to imagine licking their feet clean, of using their soles as his plate, of licking them and nuzzling them until their scent stuck to his cheeks like some sort of mark of ownership.
Stare Into The Abyss Ch.1 (Mild version)
Her teeth marks were left on the areola of her woman, a mark of ownership if there ever had been one. but thirteen had lost consciousness at some point. “hey,” she pinched the other nipple that thirteen had. “what?”
Hypnovember 2025 - 30 Short Stories
Hypnovember day 9 - mark of ownership the ex-hero couldn't help but groan as his boar-cock was sealed inside his new rubber suit. the badger, sitting on the throne before him, designed the suit specifically for heroes like himself.
Perennial Bloom
Gold, rounded edges and smooth, a collar just like her mother's, his mark of ownership. "try it on, see if you are ready yet, little flower. do not be afraid, it will just be... to complete the look."
To Ashes: Chapter 7
The walls healed, but never fully recovered, his mark of ownership still alive and well on those walls as he sank his thumb deeper to tenderly caress that g-spot.