Food Porn
The nightstick was back, behind his neck and pulling his muzzle forward until he was pressed hard against her. he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think; he opened his muzzle to cry out and tasted strawberry.
Wolf Within: No-name
But there nightsticks bounced off my muscles, leaving nothing more than bruises. i would cower in the corner while they beat me. but the whole time i smiled, knowing that if i wanted to, i could unleash the beast.
A Noise Complaint
"step inside, sir," blackpaw squeezed the hilt of his nightstick. the wolf turned around meekly and walked into the hallway leading to the interior of the apartment proper.
The Last Dragons, The task
I seized a pair of tonfa, weapons that looked like police batons, and whirled to face him. i held the weapons so that they were along my forearms, protecting them from injury. he attacked with the staff again and i blocked with the tonfa.
Routine Stop
The officer shoved angela's muzzle into her cunny, "you better be nice" the officer said threateningly as she tapped angela between the ears with her nightstick.
RockJaws: Nightstick Parol
Playfully twirling her nightstick, she propped it up against her crotch and slowly pushed her hips into him, "why don't you show me how good your cocksucking game is." "you've got the better lips for it." he muttered allowed.
The Infernal Administration: The Bruiser (Chapter One)
The policecat sprawled across the metal floor with a screech, and his partner leapt forward and beat the horse with his nightstick.
day 14: foxy lost his PDA
Huge club, grab that nightstick and swing it around maybe give it a few pumps. good boy. now, we've got the chief here for a bigger reason, enthralling him was only step one. i'll let cross explain step two. necross? thank you ry.
SPECIAL: Fur Squared 2014 Wrap-Up
\*silver faints and passes out\* \*end flashback\* silver: i got beaten with wusky the husky's nightstick and couldn't stop laughing until ten seconds later...then i said ouch... aniro: you are such a derp!
TRANSFORMERS ONESHOTS
And he wondered what kind of kinky torture was planned for him, and then without warning, rung whipped out his nightstick and slowly walked behind the kneeling cmo.
day 8: maditory vacations aren't all bad
Well hello there... my my, what a big nightstick you have there.... i'm a doctor, let me help with your painful throbbing sensation and that stiffness... dr. mithell j. straton.
A Perfect Bomb: Chapter 1 - Police Brutality
He snarled, moments before the jailer drove his tonfa into his ribs, winding him again but doing nothing to stifle his growing rage. the old 'hexus' reasserted himself, a mask made out of hate and an inferiority complex as long as his arm.