Frisky Booty 18: Right Against It
“i wish you could have been there,” gila purred. george put a massive paw over the cat’s crotch, rubbing its spire with his palm. gila automatically humped against it, grunting.
Frisky Booty 4: Loaf of Breadth
Epiphanies, like gila, came and went.
Frisky Booty 5: A Handsome Chap
gila promptly stood up, towering over him. george had five inches on gila in the crotch department … gila had seven in the legs and spine. the cat was still holding the scissors.
Frisky Booty 9: Inside and Out
The gecko noticed gila was watching. “who’s on the phone?” gila mouthed. george shrugged at gila. “why?” he mouthed back. “are you still there, mister stronghold?” asked jacko. “i appreciate your information.
Frisky Booty 13: Overt Capacity
gila's husband george follows the online feed. george doesn't want gila having public continence incidents. it is time for gila and george to talk.
Snake Lords of the Desert 30
"the gila lands, master," the camel said, stroking his finger across the border. "neutral parties, for the moment. it was how prince dumisani was able to visit us on the trade mission so long ago.
Frisky Booty 3: Log-istics
gila asked himself. “or what’s the puerto term … loofie?
Tavern Tricks Version 1.02
Alligator - anteater - baboon - bat - bear - beaver - boar - buffalo - camel - cardinal - cat - chameleon - cheetah - coyote - crocodile - crow - deer - dingo - dog - donkey - duck - eagle - elephant - falcon - flamingo - fox - frog - gazelle - gecko - gila
Frisky Booty 7: Public Region
I just thought—” gila started, then pivoted. “okay.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 15
The rat didn't answer, prompting krassak ralfur to hiss and gesture for gila to come towards them. "he doezn't zeem to like it! perhapz he'd much rather prefer zmelling gila the putrid'z breath again!"
Frisky Booty 11: Handy Calamity
gila and george ain't over, but gila is sure as hell speedrunning his hunky husband's patience.
Frisky Booty 8: Keep It In Your Pants
gila didn’t even hear any plops, and that piss was merely a sprinkle, good for seven seconds at the fucking urinal. gila stared at his phone, his pawpads burning hot enough to melt the thing and explode the battery.