Playing Games
He made a little "erp?" noise and looked back into her eyes. christy grinned at him and gestured towards the bed with her muzzle. "get on all fours," she said in a low voice.
"Daggers of Darkness" - Part 6 (corrected)
"woo-e-erp." sylvia took srb-5917 back to his docking station and plugged him in, and then asked moira to run a diagnostic on him.
Planitary CH3: Pizza Place of Death! Hello, is this the manager? I'd like to make a complaint.
There isn't any potion nearby that can, erp! force me to right? ulgh!"
Zippy Zipperdale: Moderately Mad Scientist--The Eighth Experiment
Her thin, scrawny figure was kept under a long black dress that had probably gone out of style when wyatt erp was still alive.
Lust for Power
This is a little something i have been working for a bit and as much smut as i put in here i was in a lewd mood and not getting much erp so i decided to write a story and get off tht way. in any case i hope you enjoy this little tale i wrote.
Fractured Friction
"shorry...erp!" crose burped.
HTTYD - A Narrow Escape
Everything the beast couldn't liquefy and pass along would be squeezed and dejuiced inside its harsh belly and erped up, an ugly, but sometimes oddly ambergrised lump of fuzz and scales, claws and toenails and heaps of tangled, bleached-white bones too big
Bear8 - A tale of a Royal Bruin Family
erp!" a hand patted his nuts. "except those..." the frown was replaced by a sad smile. 'bye, my liege... and tell iuy not to get fat. i may just return to tickle his... chin.' the king chuckled, then gripped the strange paw.
The Super Cruise
"oh," she quipped knowingly, the confident light of her superior bulk shining in her green eyes, one of the very few parts of her body that remained unaltered, "what's up... erp... small fry?"
Queen to Be Thicc_ Second Draft
Belynda felt like she had hash browned potatoes sitting on the back of her tongue as she struggled to speak, "e-every dragon alive would... would be wise to, erp, f-follow your example..."
The Third Circle: Vision
And all the while the plates of food appeared and were taken away until patrick was thoroughly glutted and struggling to finish the last of a large chocolate eclair with vanilla ice cream meant for a party of three to five. "...and this isn't helping... erp
Book One: Die For My Sin *DEPRECIATED*
That feels so good... erp. he has my sheath in his paw, and that... feels... god i want to look away, that feels so amazing. he pats it, and then digs into my thighs. ow! ow!