Some Time Later
As the egg burst on his tongue dripping goopy brown muck into his muzzle the only sounds that could be heard were slurping swallowing and guzzling.back on isabelle's face a sordid diaper filled with a mornings rumblings of muck and filth sloshed
Solipsism XVIII
Taomon resumed her prior tactics while raia drew talismans of light, one after another, to counter the black muck that vikaralamon began to spew out of desperation.
A Good Day to Be a Mammal
Longtail's pace was slowed considerably by her greater weight pushing her feet deeper into the muck than drew's, but her lengthy strides kept her right on his tail.
The Hunt
Presently draku stopped jerking and his spent body sank slowly, kneeling in the muck. the lionesses purred and growled softly, trading deep tongue-kisses with him, smearing their paws over his shaft at once.
Hurt, Trails and True Love (part two)
Hannah and skye mucked about and they went their seperate ways when they had different classes. maths was a bore, the teacher droning on about something to do with triangles and such.
A Raccoon's Portrait
Drew muttered in disgust, he gripped it with the edge of his teeshirt before walking into the kitchen and running water onto a dish towel and promptly cleaning off the muck.
The Dog House
He says before pushing down again, sending even more of the vulpine in...duke would sink down a bit into the muck he was standing in...even as he moved a bit the clacking of bones would sound out before thick wet suckling noises came from him moving around
Deeper Secrets
Rockwell's hole was familiar territory by now and i had gotten much better at slavering over every inner surface with my tongue, clearing out the daily muck and eating my fill.
The Day After (Vore Story)
The lizard didn't taste the best coming back up, but that was probably because of all the other muck still in her stomach. either way...getting something in her guts would probably help with that~
Fulfilling A Fantasy
All the dirt in the air, all the bugs, muck, and grime forced down onto the earth, and into it. just to start the cycle anew. such was the cycle of life. it felt strange on her paws, but pleasant as well. the cold wasn't, though.
Alice Dippleblack in On The Run Ch4
You girls didn't come from the southern muck did you?" "we did travel here from the southwest," offers twinkaleni. "oh goodness, then these _are_ from those awful insects. you girls are lucky to be alive.
Finding the Wrong Farm
The stallion groaned as he finished his business, turning to help shove the muck into the mouse's throat.