Playing With Fire - Chapter 1
I was eager to set up this much needed picnic. every couple of moments i playfully swatted flint's prying muzzle from the sack of food. there would be nothing left if the typhlosion got to it.
Chapter 15: Here We Stand
#15 of change of the heart book 1: second chances book 1, chapter 15: the young adults of the dancing lights clan have a picnic.
Kaiju on Macro Action
It was just them, the green plains south of town, their blanket, and their picnic basket, and the skies above. they were going for an old-fashioned picnic, a lost art. "you know what i see in the clouds?"
More Than a Companion
"can we have a picnic?" she suddenly asked turning her head up looking at me. i was surprised at the idea of having an old fashioned picnic outside when it was barely above freezing.
Another Day at Daycare
He set the flareon down but it soon hopped up first onto the picnic table bench then onto the picnic table itself. "no way," azure said, incredulous as the flareon flopped on its side and began to roll and wiggle around on its back.
A Moment in the Shade
This wasn't a picnic. this was so much better than a picnic.
Out of His Comfort Zone
The canine held the picnic basket while his lover laid out a blanket for them on a grassy slope, nestled between a playground and a small marble plaza with a fountain.
Born This Way: Chapter 11
Sanmer offered as he made his way to the picnic table. "soon you might even be able to get the gun before i pin you." _ _ "you're half ferret." i growled playfully as sanmer hopped up on the picnic bench.
Demon's Within, Chapter 2, Original
She asks with a smile sasha immedatly hopping forward with the sweetest smile "we've been talking and wanted to give you the grand tour and have a picnic up at the shrine" pointing over to an insanely large tree ontop of a large hill off in the distance making
Drunk on Monster Cock (story)
He hadn't expected that anything like this would happen when gray wolf invited him to a picnic with his brother, but he wasn't complaining! and it was the wolf's fault anyway!
Chapter IV: The Silver Birds
He was sliding further down, almost down to the picnic blanket, moving over on his back and panting.
In the park... Alone?
As she writhes on the soft picnic blanket you watch with baited breath her thighs move slowly apart, revealing the soft light fur that runs between her thighs, and stops in a line down the center revealing a tiny sliver of warm inviting pink.