Aria's Tale- Chapter 1 *Sunday Mass*
They were a family of foxes, aria sporting soft white fur, her father auburn and black, and her brother a dusky gray. all around them in the church pew were other furs, wolves, dogs, cats, other foxes...
Let Me Take Care of That
Her dusky pink nipples hardened with those fine shudders and she covered her breasts with a light blush and yet a heavier sigh, mewling in agony.
(D.X.) 2. Blue Eyes
His short mane was a dusky blond in the harsh, yellow light. the tan color of his fur deepened and brightened as it wrapped his sculpted form. he wore only a ragged pair of jean shorts.
The Donkey Bar
#75 of claude cuntboy stories a donkey cuntman goes into heat at the opening of a new equine tavern and gets mass bred my name is caine jameson, and i am a 22 year old donkey cuntboy. 6'3", about 235 pounds, with dusky brown fur and golden amber eyes, with
Milking the Rams
The sheep's broad, blunt cockhead emerged from its dusky, damp hole, bulged the sheath and broke loose with a wet, lewd plop. now the ferret finally had some meat to work with.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:37
It appeared that the dusky law wolf's problems, unlike dawn and vernon's, had only just begun.
Teaser - Manticores, Snakes, and Survival
The young male barely remembered his father, but he remembered the immense manticore, with a huge, dusky mane far larger than his own scraggly beard. he still had images burned into his mind when, as a cub, he'd watched his father claim his mother.
[SCRAP] Tangling With A Twisted Angel
Amidst the stinking fox-folk, another being stands out for wearing clothing that, even had her feathered wings not given her away, is certainly angelic in origin; too clean and bright to even fit in with the dusky glade and its dirty denizens.
Migratory Species
No vinegary vomit smell, no damp old coffee, no, just this dry dusky jennifer scent, her dry fur warm in the sun. "'kay. and you're my gal." "yeah," she agreed. "i am _definitely_ your gal." "mmm. that works." "good. now go sleep," she ordered.
A thief's dawn.
Standing at 5 11 he was not as heavily muscled as some felines though his body was toned and fit his agile frame covered by short, dusky grey fur.
Of Cats and Dogs
Her dusky pink nipples hardened with those fine shudders and she covered her breasts with a light blush and a heavier sigh, mewling in agony.
What Father Wants
That dark dusky voice that sent shivers up and down her spine whispered, "that's it little slut, struggle, try to push me away. it only enhances the experience."