Stage Fright [F / Pig]
"get on your knees, you filthy sow and show us your tail!" chelsea's smile cracked at the insult and she shook her head. long strands of her hair came away with the motion. she tried to fight it. to fight the way she felt.
Porking poor foxes
Right underneath the sow's seat there was a refrigeration unit, which he could only access by moving even closer to the sow: too close.
Brokedown: A Boar for Maggie
The squeals of pleasure from grandma sow, ringing in my floppy ears as i thought of the piglets i would soon be having with maggie. i was her boar and she was my sow, forever.
A Matter of Honor
In no time at all the great sow was in but her tunic and trousers. she drew up her top slowly, revealing her brownish-red and thin fur and a set of perspiration-damp chest bindings.
In the Service of Circe, Chapter 4
The boar suddenly lunged powerfully, shuddering, as it climaxed, the sow giving an equally loud squeal of pleasure as she violently climaxed. the boar waited for a short while, then began humping the sow again.
Konrad's Stud Duty - Chapter 5
As he'd been told, the pregnant sow had elected to stay with the group even though her participation was no longer necessary.
It fits You Swell
The fat sow squealed and ran throughout the room in a panic, crashing into dressers and drawers, knocking over lights and pictures. she kicked the closet door open and out launched lunar in a fit of laughter.
Down at the Savanna
The overwhelming warmth that emanated from the animal soon overloaded his senses, as he tried to find a way out of the deadly embrace between the hard surface of wood and the rough texture of the sow's skin.
The Boss's Sow 4
“that’s a good sow. talk to the fucker; make him understand the deal if you want to keep this place…” and with that, the boar was gone.
Bors: A Warmaster Jack Novella part One
I shot paw a look, but a respectful one, before i went out to my own tent, where i wished i'd taken advantage of that sow. paw kept most of the sows for himself, although he lent them out. just ... not to me or kett. kept us on a leash.
Waiting for Respite - by Jeeves
Story by jeeves **waiting for respite** a sharp, shrill bark rang out around the earthen confines of the den as the otter sow was overcome.
Twisted Tails: The New Neighbors
A well-dressed fat sow woman in business attire stood on her hooves before him, nearly as tall as he was. he snorted in her unique piggy scent and felt a sense of authority from the sow. "can i help ya, darlin'?" he grumbled.