Roleplay! - Rendir and Garret
For the most part he was the general, typical elven man; tall, slim, long golden-blonde hair up in a rather messy foxtail that looked meticulous. despite his lithe frame though, what stood out the most about this man were his simply gargantuan breasts!
Love lost, love rekindled
So true to my own heart i thought as i turned and walked out the foxtail tavern. i walked a short distance into the dark before turning around. "good bye andrea.
squirrels love nuts
Sabrina foxtail murred as she showed the young lady into the office. "thank you ma'am."
Capture Protocol II
His piss pooled under him and around the base of his bush-like foxtail. jamie's arms tugged at his straps, wanting desperately to cover his exposed crotch. his wiggling only made his large wet patch even bigger.
Presto - Chapter 2
An old...washing machine perhaps, sat by the side fence, nearly overgrown with foxtails and cutgrass. the door opened with a scritch of rubber weather stripping, and the thin muzzle of the fennec peeked out. "yes?"
a horse of course 1-recca joins the furry inc crew
"mmm i like what i see." she swished her foxtail as she saw the size of his sheath. "so do i." he answered, his sheath stirring at the loveliness of her slender fox body.
Eragon:Away From It All, On A Cliff, Where No One, No One Can Find Us...
._ opening his eyes, he found himself in awe as he was in a beautiful field of long, foxtail grass. the sky was a beautiful mix of orange, yellow, and purple hue with a bright, giant sunset in the distance.
EndBringer - Verse Three - Cauchemar
"foxtail tavern, eh? fitting name indeed,_murr_..."
Two Years
"my name-," he said, his banded foxtail tucked nearly between his legs, "my name is desmond lankett." "and your rank, you little polyp," dupage asked, shaking him by the collar before clutching his scruff and a fistful of hair.
Lost in Translation - Chapter 4: Haven Homecoming
Peering through the thorned vines and foxtails and goosegrass, he beckoned james to his side. slowly, he approached the lapin and peered through the brush to look where harman was pointing. "there lies the haven," he whispered gently.
Near-Missed Connections
The figure turned and left, his bushy foxtail trailing, and broadway realized roger had signaled the bartender. just as the bartender left, roger clenched his jaw.
I'm Here
It was painted pineapple yellow with some plants nicely laid out in front, a foxtail palm tree centered in the yard to complete the tropical aesthetic.