Varnish
The red panda lifted their other hand, and curled in their fingers to squint at the paint. “i also found that i was way more conscious of my hands too.
Paint By Numbers - Chapter 1 + Prolog
She said words were her canvas online and she could paint far more with them than she ever could with paint.
Old 'n New Friends
He moaned and gasped, his balls tightening up to expunge their contents, and further coat and paint his form. raz pushed in further, and then the lucario blasted as well.
Abatwa -- Oasis
#8 of the bestiary a pregnant painted dog must have answers, and only her fairy friends speak the truth. their methods are erotically unorthodox. ![the bestiary](http://sofurryfiles.com/std/content?
Oh my! At the Oasis
Everyone froze and looked at the painted dog in surprise. how he would know the yak was a mystery. the painted dog didn't seem like the type to visit this kind of place. "hey, yax..." the canine said nervously and rubbed his neck. "how ya been man?
A Forge of Heroes - Ghosts
"Ah Kadjul," Svara muttered to himself, as he stood at the top of the hill. "There it is..." Before him, stretching off into the distance, was the massive city of Winterwrath. Once the biggest city in Arlea, Winterwrath was now nothing more than a...
Dinner with the Winstones
The hallway they were in was filled with more paintings, each depicted felines. leopards, lions, tigers, even some pumas... there was one painting in particular that caught the puma's eye. the painting was of a feline, but a very strange one.
Smooth Scales and Gleeful Giggles
"if it's uncomfortably ticklish, or you find it too personal, i'll stop and find a different way to smooth and polish your scales before we move onto the painting. but... if you don't mind, or, even if the tickling is actually helping you to relax?"
Flora: Painted Journey Chapter 3
When the painted bat had enough of their meal, she found herself a bit of body wash and applied it liberally until she was a bubble bat rather than a painted bat. once rinsed off, she found herself a towel and dried off.
My Life Be Like: PART 3
The next morning I woke up looked at my radio/clock that read 8:00a.m. and streched and yawned popping a few joints before getting my camo shorts and my New-Mexico Lobos hoodie on and walk to the kitchen. It was a big kitchen but the refrigerator took...
Plus One
Every now and again he would whisper sweet sexual nothings into the painted dog's large ear with his two favorites being, "harder," and, "oh fuck!"
02: That Music and Concert
Both of them had been painted with intricate designs and patterns in the same glowing neon paint as had been shot out from the cannons, and the music kicked back up and soon surpassed the earlier volume level.