A quiet birthday
Murdoch yawned. "Happy birthday, love" Cliff said tenderly. Murdoch smiled, nuzzling into his partner. "Can this be a quiet day?" he asked, "Like, not a big party or anything." "Oh, sure babe." \*\*\* "hppy bd Murdoch!"...
Shifting Paradigms in Corporate Best Practices 2
The rabbit switched the cigar from one side of her muzzle to the other as she blew smoke from her nostrils, enveloping the groaning cheetah in the sweet smoke.
Wage Slave
Alpha pulls another drag and chuckles the smoke out. "work for me starting now.
"I'm keeping you" a commission for @TXBexar
Now just part your lips and slowly push that smoke out, let it roll out." buck pulled the cigar away and baily did just as he was told. the smoke rolled from his muzzle, his mouth tingling as the smoke left, that taste lingering on his tongue.
Out of the Smoke, Into the Caldera
“Well, lookie here. Aren't you a pretty little bitch?" The breath was knocked out of her as Echo was shoved roughly to the floor, unable to catch herself with her hands bound behind her back. With a low growl, she picked herself back up to her...
A day in the forrest
She looked at russell and nearly spit out her smoke from laughter for his face was like a begging puppy dog. she threw him a smoke and the lighter "thanks" he mumbled around the smoke.
Texas Hoof'em
Three burly men occupied the musty seats, swigging glasses of deep amber liquid and smoking a pack of long, fat cigars.
The Herd
The alpha snorted, a plume of smoke jetting out of its nostrils at wyatt who coughed lightly and waved the smoke away.
Ditching Class with Nicola and Lisa
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The Bigger They Are...
He watched as george took it out, punched the end and expertly lit it, grinning savagely as smoke trickled out from around his teeth. he produced a collar and placed it around tristan's neck, breathing thick cigar smoke into the captive bovine's face.
Pot City
#25 of poetry, both old and new a poem about smoking. this isn't technically furry or not, but do you wanna guess what state i'm in when i write? oh, man... can you feel it? let's hit it! i'm down... so much work to wear the crown...
First Smoke Experience (Commission)
People simply smoked it to smoke. that alone felt off to her. why smoke to smoke? couldn't there be better ways to pass the time? she clenched her fists and kept pacing, ignoring her procrastination.