Game Show
You can almost hear the macaws, like the costume, calling out in the treetops, dolphins dancing in the secluded bay.
Flying Lesson
It was the third time being a macaw for beekler. she was on her desk, looking at herself and examining how her clothes reshaped with the change in her form.
Snapshot Porn #2
Seated firmly atop his face, concealing him from ears to shoulders, the juicy-curved macaw softly rocked side to side, smothering him deeply between the round, heavy cheeks of her feathery backside.
Crossing the Line
Two females, a cockatoo and macaw, both with brilliant plumage that lit up the dark bar, sat gossiping at a booth. "check out that one over there," giggled the macaw. "that feline is drop-dead gorgeous."
Rise of Red Comet chapter 2, An Uncomfortable Meeting
"i possibly want to be a macaw hybrid." "hybrid with what else?" "another bird. i've seen some of earth's hybrid macaws\* "interesting, eh?" he glanced up front, then at the clock. "i'm going to be a hybrid macaw!" yelled emily.
The Bouquet. By Archangel Vulpine.
The parrot, a macaw to be precise, took the lead and slid his cock into the groom's open mouth. he had to be at least seventeen centimetres long, his stiff, smooth member threatening to hit marcus' throat.
Foster Family Part 4
Then over to one of the corners, a large bird cage with a red macaw and colored wings sat. the dining table was at the other side of the room, with four plates laid out. i waited for everyone to seat themselves before i took my own chair.
A Calm Sip (Otherwise Untitled)
When he found the mug of tea more empty than stale, on account of the age of the powder, the macaw pulled the bunk's sheet down to the floor and hoisted himself back up for a return to his slumber.
The Perfect Lifeform
Gusher parted her new lips with a wet little pop, revealing the strings of spit and slime stretching between them, clinging to those sharp teeth that soon framed the entirety of the macaw's vision.
Year of the Black Dragons - Chapter #2
Bending low, the black dragon ran the flat of its curled tongue up the strip of fracshun's pinned neck while its long and thin reptilian tail which had lured fracshun into this predicament slowly coupled with frachsun's own limp macaw one, entwining it like
A Week's Hobby (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the macaw sighed heavily, "no.. no. i can't live out my days hiding away on a depot; i won't be happy unless i'm out of port. creature of habit."
Hypnovember Day 11 - Game
The master of ceremonies, a paunchy macaw, approached bolt lancer, his glittering blazer dazzling the rat's already be-dazzled eyes. the bird of paradise never stopped grinning his practiced, synthetic grin.