A Typical Morning. (Commission)
The sound of her claws tapping against the floor faded from the kitchen, only to soon be replaced with a sticky noise as jason began to eat through the pile of dung he was buried under.
Chapter 3: The detention of his lifetime
They were swapping spit, and finn could taste her dung in his mouth. he surpressed the urge to vomit and continued to fuck brigit, who was still moaning and swallowing.
The Adventures of Jacob Snow: Chapter 10
The tentacle monster notices that her 'dung' isn't really dung at all, its thick mud that is rich in clay to almost perfectly simulate dung. alyssa wakes up in the arms of a man with a gorgeous face, and shiny dreadlocks. wait, shiny? "oh! by the gods!"
Friendship Between A Boy And His Dragon Part III
\*i was just wondering what...what human dung tasted like.\* icarus said a little bit embarrased. gohan sat there for awhile before a devious smile spread across his face. "well. would you like to find out?" asked gohan. the dragon's eyes lit up. \*yes!
Lunch Break
The little cub whimpered a little as he stomach grumbled leaning up to let her tail swish out of the way, as a little pile of dung began to drop out of her.
The Shark Fin
Zeke could only continue to shift the contained dung up against his spine and into his fin. zeke squeezed more of excrement into his fin. this made the bloated feeling even worse. the panther's relief was his suffering.
Two Jaguars, One Bathtub
As he licked vehemently, gerry could taste the musk and dried-up dung that was still smeared all around his butt. it was absolutely filthy, but, ironically, gerry loved it when chonley's ass was dirty. it was more fun to clean it up this way.
Diary of a Vile Chiroptera
His butthole widened a few inches in diameter and more brown dung started to fall out. it came very slowly at first, easily plopping its way onto the floor before more followed.
Tattering Humanity
The sense of smell assaulted her, picking up the sweet stench of dung.
Don't Picnic In Cow Pastures (Part 3)
Chloe whines, and buries her muzzle in the fresh dung heap. “did you tell her that?" you can only nod sheepishly.
A Surprise Snack
"hell everyone already knows," the dark horse laughed, "who wouldn't wanna cake on some dung on her huge tits."
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Rotten Recursion
You smear your dick, practically trying to mold the dung around your groin, and soon your sheathe is mounting to consume your manhood, which slithers defeatedly inside, as it morphs into a proper, raw red-pink fox dong.