Camping Out, Phazing On In
She grew incredibly eager to accelerate this transformation, slovenly munching down the contents of her pack, thrusting her head inside, even as her back bulged, and her shoulders segued into oblivion beneath a prominently growing animal backside.
No Regrets
The crocodile, slovenly fat in his grimy wife-beater, jerked his arm out of craig's grasp. he harshly laughed out loud, spittle flying into craig's face.
Bathtime
The draolf grunted as his frame hit the ground, another loud belch rolling out of his muzzle as he slovenly smacked his lips together. he was already missing food, and that seemed to be something mac knew.
Doughnuts
Those chubby paws always held the crushed embodiment of a pastry, as slovenly eating wasn't something that even remotely phased the feline. he just wanted to eat, plain and simple.
Moon-Maddened Drunkard
Fortunate as it were that no eyes were around to see how a prideful brewmaster could turn into a slovenly plaything, groveling in the grass with his rump held high in search of fulfillment, like a rabbit in heat.
Childhood memories
It had always been meticulously presented, and seeing the slovenly chaos it had degenerated into almost had me in tears.
Astray
The massive, slovenly hybrid was doing what he always did; eating like there was no tomorrow.
Ch.10 Theme 2
If your people are so slovenly as to only decide to show up when they want to, then this is going to be a waste of my time, yours, and it's going to annoy the musicians no end." he stamped his hoof. "um....of course" the mules ears drooped. "now....."
Radan Dubhach: Origins of a Deviant - Commission for Citizenbane
This slovenly lifestyle was proving to be problematic for the master mutator. what use was a powerful but unusable asset? at least he was bribable.
Long Apart
Only he was truly aware of his slovenly behavior, and some concern about the state of his dorm started to creep into his mind. the hardening mound of clothes was at the forefront of his thoughts as he nibbled on the eraser of his pencil.
Lay'r of the Incuwine Part II
A quick rush of warm honey gushed from qhala's cuntlips, diffusing across the sloven face of the pigbeast in what qhala would later realize with much amusement was a glaze.
The Hunt
sloven and unkempt, his whiskers greasy and twisted, eyes shifty and red, his squeaks were long and piteous as he was hauled, panicked and skittering by his filthy collar over to the centre before the sieur.