Sluggish Reactions [Slug Naga TF] (Trade)
A newbie runner finds herself in a sticky situation... hey everyone, i'm back! ("finally!" says nobody!) this was a trade i did last summer when i was originally planning this story. life gets in the way and all, but here it is.
"Milk Chocolate" (M/solo, WAM, QS)
The chocolate was delightfully thick, sticky, and warm, obviously being heated somehow to keep it from solidifying.
Rubber Cheerleader Training [Sweat, Crossdressing]
As he ran his laps, he noticed something else as well: the layer of sweat between his fur and the rubber made it feel less sticky and more slippery, which resulted in the latex rubbing up against his penis with each step.
The Serene Changes
One of the flowers opened a little and pressed one of the sticky petals against kona's back, pinning him against the cold, moist ground.
Beyond The Garden
He blinks and then pulls some of sticky goo from his shoulder and looks at it. he rubs his head in thought wondering where it came from.
TSWNC Ch. 13: A Sticky Situation
Victor woke up. He looked around and grabbed the aching back of his head. It felt wet. He brought his hand forward; it was slick with blood. His neck was sore from no support. His mind wasn't operating at full capacity quite yet, but he knew this...
Sticky Justice 3: WOOFKNOT Rises
#3 of sticky justice at long last, the conclusion to my sticky justice series. i admit, i ran out of steam on this one, hence it taking forever. i'm definitely going to start going to shorter stories again to avoid this problem in the future.
Sticky Justice 2: Barista's Revenge
#2 of sticky justice at long last, the much-delayed sequel to sticky justice! the poor barista whose coffee shop becomes an unfortunate casualty in enil's most ambitious plot is out for vengeance against the snow leopard for ruining his life.
[Commission] Sticky Situations and Irrefusable Offers
He struggled, thrashing his limbs and torso against the grip of the sticky bindings which kept them in place.
The Breegull Boat Part 4: Never squat when tired.
A most unusual event happened that morning. Or whatever time it was. The engine quieted, shouting happened, and a heavy yank indicated an anchor had found a home. An event that nudged her off of the sheet she used as bed, enough so that she could wake...
The Breegull Boat Part 3: Not familiar, is it?
It fit her well, with how her feathers were still heavy, thick ad sticky. the stuff luckily didn't rub off on everything, or she'd leave miles of footprints. and hey, she thought, now i'm less visible in the dark.
The Breegull Boat Part 2: The non-garbage barge.
A dull, slightly sticky echo bounced off the wall. the 'floor' wasn't too far below her, neither was the floor all that cold. it was nice and warm, nothing steamy, and seemed to clench around her like a blanket.