HIVE Mother - Chapter 2
Ducking behind a set of dumpsters, she grabbed a stray tin can, and chucked it up against a wall. just to make matters simpler, she also rapped on the side of the trash disposal with her fist.
Deep Sea Dicking
Cetacean men and women of all types emerge from the exploratory vessel, most of the crew pouring out in piecemeal, whilst only a few will remain to oversee things before they too get away from the tin can lifestyle.
Sky Ocean Chapter 1
Tidying up the pitiful looking tin can they called a home, gar sighed to himself in reserved sadness. tomorrow would bring new pain...the one day of the year he dreaded most...the first day of school...
Escaping the Storm: Part 1
In this separate area sitting roughly waist-height, the smaller residents of the city of kremensk, not much taller than the tin cans around him, could go about their business without the need to be mindful of their larger neighbours.
The Pissing Guard
The hissing tap-tap of fluid thudded against metal like water in a tin can, and he was helpless to it all save to just give into the release. a groan pulls through his form from the very depths of his gut.
Tail of a Twofer: A Eurofurence Special
One time i worked in a tin-can shop so hot, i nearly singed my fur off. this wasn't so different, and there wasn't even a breeze. i sighed again and watched a trio of cubs run past.
The Last One Alive
I tossed the cigarette butt in a tin can that was on the other side of my desk. the coffee pot was done and i poured myself a cup and sat next to otso. "is it that creepy university you always like going to, and where you sometimes drag me along?"
Bovine Blunder On The Busy Train
With a surprising burst of agility for a bull his size, he somehow blocked it with his massive leg, eventually able to enter an already-packed tin can. it was rush hour and maurice felt like an overstuffed sardine in this cramped space.
Tervicz the fox meets the animal snuff fetishists
A camera would zoom in on me as i turned around to hover my butt over this tin can. on command i squatted and my tail began to twitch. fox poop fell into the tin can until my guts were empty.
United Corporations - Chapter IV
I'll rip that tin can off you head." “ok, nevermind. helmet stays off." he responded, quickly retracting his statement. “ok then… let's get packin." as jim stood from the table, saline quickly followed suit.
Gym Afterhours
Few lockers remained standing, covered by dripping globs of steaming spunk, the rest were smashed like tin cans, either by the impact force of the cumshots, or by pete finally stumbling backwards and crushing them under his 25 ft tall wall of muscles, as he
Foggy Ewe Chapter 1
Old newspapers and tin cans seemed to glow under this luminescence, like meats under a deli light. somewhere, a rat squeaked, enjoying the best that life could offer it. 34. 35. fuck. the wharf rats.