How to Enter Dragon Heaven - The Aviary (1/2)
Though he couldn't see any more with the tar holding his eyelids closed he could feel a second problem with his plan when his tail tip pressed against a mound of rubber tar and a cock that was stuck to his midsection.
Grandmother Paradox
Obviously a dream of a dying mind, some last gasp as she was swallowed by the tar. there was no way she was back in the late cretaceous period. it just didn't make sense.
We Shall Hold the Day
tar hit it was as if the land itself was burning them.
Overcasting 3: Chapter 3
"okay, tar-meena, sure. let's just get back to town; i have someone waiting for me." \* \* \*
Virtual Light Evolution (QCP: BF-Eps02)
I wish for this naughty cat lord to be stuck in lord mularri's tar realm in a tar stallion's tar pit for ten times the length of time that you personally had to work there." zecma grinned. "that is mean! but i grant that wish!
Love in the Time of Chorrol 3 - The Hierophant
"yes, anything, just lemme talk to this tar-meena okay?" "alright. come with me."
That Place - Part 1 of 2 (QCP: BG-Eps06)
When he got there, he checked the tar enclosure casually and noticed another mouse stuck in the tar in the exact same position zecma had been stuck in. now gerard was very suspicious of zecma.
STUCK
Good can inspire too, but more often than not, its drowned out by the black tar, the black tar of existentialism. this whole poem is black tar, would that make a good title? hmm where was i?
Vladia's story
tar nag got no chance, too, and sa bil was not interests, since she was too old.
Decadence, Chapter Eleven: More Incest
"like the new batteries, tar-tar?" he wondered how tarith would react to the nickname 'tar-tar' it seemed like a good nickname; as they were half brother and half sister, and they were also lovers as well.
Insurrection: Chapter Two: Pregnant and Alone
"tar-tar; i have a secret to tell you. something from a long time ago." tarith let out a whimpering moan from the pleasure and said; "yeah? tell me."
Moo Gooin' Boogie | Entree Sized Commission
Planting a goo-coated hoof on his cheek, the brutish bull smeared more of the slick tar over his face, head tilting back in a hedonistic groan as the rivulets of sticky tar drooled down his neck and melded to the spots already present on his chest.