Chapter 8: The Sun and The Angel
She kneeled beside his head and soaked one end of the rag in the broth, then reached her own tongue out and licked--very hot, still. she waited a moment for the rag to cool, then gently squeezed a small amount into the corner of the leopard's mouth.
Snow Bunny Ch.2
He grabbed two rags and went over to the fire and plopped down on the furs. he put the bowl on the ground and dipped the rag into it. he dabbed the end of one of the rags into it and brought it to his skinned arm. he bit back a hiss of pain.
Hero, Chapter 20 - Broken
"press the dry rags against the leg wound over the one that's already there and hold them still. toss the wet rags on his chest. siv! if you can't help me here, you can help me out there. aris needs water."
Daddy's Little Boy 2A: Chastity, Feeding, and Brotherly Bonding
After wringing out and refreshing the rag, he takes his time, washing in between your black, padded digits. then, he slowly runs the rag up your tiny, skinny legs. he refreshes the rag and cleans your arms in like fashion.
Plushies And Cubbies
Marie floated up and poked one of her ragged arms at max. "maybe you should take better care of him, he's starting to get a little ragged around the edges." she giggles softly noting not his stitching but his attitude.
End of Time - Session 3
John sat the rag on the dresser and turned his back to the wolf. "hope you enjoy the show," he said with a flat tone. he started at the top button on his bdu blouse.
Doggy Dong Fever: A Case Study in Canitis.
A couple spots on a rag he'd made from an old shirt was enough. one sniff set a fire in his furry balls the likes of which he never knew he could feel.
Journey of the Chosen Chapter Five Part One
Freezing where she was, she asked rags what it was, but then rags without warning jumped forward into the bushes with a growling bark.
Anthro novel - Chapter Five, Lapaki.
A dirty rag sitting lonely in an alleyway was the only useful object he could find to help stem the flow of blood from his aching right paw.
Through Breath and Sight - Chapter 1
The icy dampness of the grass beneath me soaks its way through my rags. the ever-cooling breezes pick up, rustling my fur, whipping my rags about me, and steadily numbing the fresh stinging of the wounds running down my back.
The Making of a Wasteland Pt. 2
After we separated i looked at her and just so happened to notice a bit of dirt (more like mud); i picked up the rag i'd brought and the generic bottle of hotel body wash, and squeezed some of it on the rag, rubbed it together, and then i brought my
The Second Day
He got a couple rags from the shelf behind him and stuffed one of them into my mouth. "arrg-mfffff..." the rag muffled my voice. he took the second rag and tied it around my neck so i couldn't spit the first rag out.