The Vines of Venleaux Villa
My eyes wandered up over the top of my book, towards where she worked now, partially hidden by the simple wooden post fence, toiling away in the rich, loamy soil between vivid red flowers.
[NOVELLA] Falling Down
soil-stuck did not respond. “can you hear me up there? what are you considering?” soil-stuck did not respond. _that was it then? she just wasn’t going to respond to him?_ “...good riddance, ma’am.” soil-stuck did not respond.
A Bountiful Recovery
Ground, before dragging it through the soil, creating the shallow trenches that the seeds would be planted in.
Ancient Rites 2
Just like yesterday, the skin seemed to instantly dissolve from the point of contact, the pearly fluid oozing out over the soil.
Mating Rituals -roughdraft-
It didn't take her very long at all to finish, watching as the pearly fluid sank into the soil.
Losing their Minds
At the same time he began to soil himself, crouching just a bit as thick globs of scat plopped into his diaper seat. the plastic stretched and lumped up, turning a dark brown.
Birthday in the Dungeon
The biggest cramp yet wracked my bowels, and i couldn't hold it back; the water rushed out, soiling my pants but leaving me with a weak relief. and with the relief came embarrassment.
The Demons Gamble Part 12
The second was that i had soiled myself, judging by the strong rubbery scent in the air and the mushy feeling in the seat of my diaper.
Vortex Resort
Sure he had wet it, but he wasn't going to give in to the humiliation of soiling it. being forced to wet himself was one thing but soiling himself was another. peter was in the helmet and gagged, so all he could do was make unintelligible grunts.
Ruby: Interlude
You won't suffocate, it's not the right soil for that. but maybe dehydrate or starve. it will take a while." ruby put a big plane of wood onto the helpless girl. "help me here, boy." they took shovels and put the soil onto the plane.
Short: Dragoness's Domination
_ her talons sunk uselessly into the hard soil beneath as she struggled to endure his weight. slate _wasn't just_ a horse; he was a _warhorse,_ twice her mass and awfully mean-tempered.
Kioga: Diaplomacy 8 - The Black Widower
Around them, the color and tone of the environment sank into quiet severity, the white stone of the main area faded into austere black, with straight accents of bright chrome. They braced themselves for cheap studded harnesses and "pig-hole stretcher"...