That's What Brothers Are For - Wolf Things
corey didn't understand what went wrong, it was just innocent experimenting. "corey?" a feminine voice called out over the field. corey looked over his shoulder, but not far enough to see who was calling his voice. "there you are, corey.
Commissioned Work: The Neighbor's Kid is (has) a Huge Dick
corey didn't give the horse a chance to ride out his latest orgasm. without delay, corey re-established his grip on the mustang's thighs, drew back a little bit and slammed forward. "ah! corey!"
That's What Brothers Are For - The Accident
"corey? i need help." the response was dire but weak.
Wilderness
corey set his fishing pole aside and stood, extending his hand. "hi! i'm corey peters. welcome to the area." the satyr took his hand in a firm grip. "nice to meet you, corey. i am archippus.
The Last Taboo
And why shouldn't he, corey thought. he had been exposed as the worst thing it was possible to be: an anthrophile. his social life was over. he could hear them now: "corey writes anthro shit!" "corey watches anthro porn!" "corey is a perv!"
That's What Brothers Are For: Secrets
Magnus and corey stood in another silent moment. corey cautiously stealing glances at his father's package as though he were hiding his curiosity. "you don't have to be shy, corey. i can see yours, i just saw it in action.
The New Years reminder
She enjoyed it of course she got the idea of being tied up from corey and boom, a relationship was made. corey took two big steps to meet her front and push his muzzle downward onto hers.
Pocket Fox: Acclimation
corey scampered to his bedroom, continuing to pee. "coreyyyyy!"
Saving the Species
corey volpe belongs to fa: slyfox6414 . do not use the character without his... her permission.
Exercise has its benefits
corey leaped off the pool wall and began to slice through the water in a perfect front stroke.
The Cult
Asked corey. "lift up your legs," insisted volturi.
Dinner and Dessert, A fox's tale
corey is my own fursona, skan is his own fursona. * * * corey stood over the stove, his big floofy fox ears twitching subconsciously to the sweet jazz music playing from the speakers on the counter next to him.