An Asinine Fantasy
I got a look at myself in one of the mirrors--face barely showing any sign of humanity--just my eyes, and a slight remaining bend to my nose, which quickly ironed out with a \*crick\* of my horsey head. i knew i was next.
Preaching to a Bear
Oh the laword was with me as i rassled him up one hill and down t'other, back and forth, onward and offward until we plunged ourselves into the crick. i dunked his hairy hide and claimed his soul for jeeezus, and he was just gentle as a lamb.
River Play
Despite the crick in his neck and how the angle of his head send an awkward shudder through him, it was all worth it to see how she moaned and panted, her flanks trembling with every breath.
Saguaro Sky - Part Two - Save a Horse
Don looked up at hal and they both said "the crick..." that's it for now! watch for part 3 soon!! :3
BitS Chapter Five
The pops and cricks helped to ease her back into reality. as she snapped her horns back into place, a gentle bobbing motion washed over her. the events of the previous day, or night, or whatever it was, came careening back into her thoughts.
Terms of Service - Chapter 1
Digitigrade feet cricked into place and nido squealed as his groin disposed of all that awkward gender nonsense.
Slayer or Layer: Chapter 10
Through the extended forest around him, there were little cricks and cracks of breaking branches, sounds of footsteps and worse just ahead. no shadows of movement, but…something. [i]bandits?[/i] he wondered, reaching for his new sword.
Brat Tamer: Part 1 (Commission)
There was a stiff crick in rocky’s neck. he’d grown used to them. no amount of yoga would save him from waking up in pain when sleeping in awkward poses, as is often what happened after an orgy.
The Dragon Within - Herm Dragoness for Lightningfire
Her neck cricked a little as it began to stretch slightly, new vertebrae growing into place as it became more flexable, silvery scutes covering the front. "mff...gotta get out of here...but not without some treasure f-first...!"
Night Moves
Pain flared in her nose and she could hear the small 'cricks' of her jaw beginning to change. sweat dripped from her brow as her nipples brushed her pajama top.
Gnoll body Knows My Troubles
"ugh, got such a crick in my..." jonah looked down at what he assumed were his hands, seeing very lethal looking claws instead. "that bastard! i knew i'd get screwed somehow! fuck..."
Of Pigs and Wolves
Meanwhile, entering their abode was a wolf, rolling his neck a bit to get a few cricks out of it.