Nathan's Tickle Ordeal - for TicklishFurry
A red blur with a purple blotch on top dominated his vision. rising to consciousness he finally recognized that blur as his loved fox mat. "hmmmm..." he blurted out, still too asleep for coherent words.
A Night Alone
He let out as he turned to see what it might be, instead of seeing just a blotch of the slimy liquid below him, he saw a long blue tentacle, extending from the slimy purple liquid. " a-ah!"
Fucked Four Ways from Sunday
Her skin was smooth, a standard medium grey, not too dark, not too bright, and staring at her cleavage, that smooth skin that was mildly marked with the equivalent of sangheilian freckles, small little dark blotches and dots, sparked wondrous ideas.
In Her Power
Uneven, deep red blotches marked his wings. a pair of spiraling gray horns crowned the dragon's wedge-shaped head. a half dozen curved spikes tipped the end of his tail on both sides.
Krek's Flight ( DitD Fan Fiction )
From any point on the ground, they would simply be two dark blotches that accompanied the rain in the skies above illandra on any given day. as swirling and chaotic as the weather was, the storm in krek's mind was far worse.
Cold Blood 7: Not Quite Anything
The room was dark, the minotaur proceeding around the circle barely more than a dark blotch against the darker stone wall. what was this in his hands? a cup? it was ... it was important, somehow. he had to ... had to ... had to drink. yes.
Don't Leave.
I can't- tears blotch my white fur. and twenty and twenty-one and twenty-two a- she inhales sharpely. _little one-shot i did for creative writing. hope you guys like it. -kergiby_
Educating the Hero
A bag sam eyed before he returned to his host, to that large blotch covering the minotaur’s face with black fur, except for the eyes. “sam. and what… who are you?” “huritt. owner of this cabin.
Semper Arame
He had multiple tiny, drop like spots smattering his cheeks instead of the large blotches that society found most beautiful.
Nathan's Tickle Ordeal - for TicklishFurry
A red blur with a purple blotch on top dominated his vision. rising to consciousness he finally recognized that blur as his loved fox mat. "hmmmm..." he blurted out, still too asleep for coherent words.
Dude, Where’s Your Pants?
Accomplish was to make his big, dangling balls jostle against his taint, but tom almost missed the sight of that, otherwise way too occupied with staring at the lion who was somehow managing to balance a beer bottle in one paw, though the splatter of dark blotches
Fur Suit. Chapter 16 of 24
The inky blotch resolved to a prominent feature of the structure. “see here,” he indicated several lines and large pearls, “they successfully create the bridge.