Sticky Situations
I have to walk home like this!" he whimpered, looking back up at the rabbit with sad eyes, though he idly was touching himself with one paw. "oh, no one will notice.
Wandering Ass
The heavy, leather boots on his feet made the already long walk home even more miserable.
New life on a new world
Chapter 1 i was walking home one day and came across this injured puppy. i picked her up and brought her to the vet's.
Mystery Savior Ch. 1
Normally, my walks home are fairly quiet; no one else at the high school lives in the same direction that's a walking distance away, and everyone that lived in the houses i past were always at work. instinctively, i paused to listen. the noise stopped.
The Hunted by Blizzardwolf
The cold golden eyes followed the man as he walked home observing him as he walked judging his every move as it followed from the shadows the creature having chosen to hunt this man for its entertainment as it moved fluidly from shadow to shadow its shadow
How To Trust A Dragon
Licking his lips, kiya got out of the tree and walked home, his big belly jiggling from it, but the feeling made a nice rocking for ilbv to sleep by. soon kiya got to his home and sat down to relax and rub his bulging belly.
Bits 'N' Pieces
Now you’d better get used to three legs or it’s going to take us forever to walk home.” “wait. walk home? like this?” jordan asked. he tugged his wing back out of sami’s grip and spread them both wide.
Dragoness slut 2
She takes one last look at the card and stuffs it in her pocket "you bet your tight little ass i'll be calling for more" she says and starts walking home. the end
The Transfer Student
It's a five mile walk home!" ethan laid there on his back, staring at jesse with a smirk on his muzzle.
Wolf or Demon
He smiled as leon came out of the woods for his walk home with khaz. "on time like always i see leon." said khaz to the wolf leon stayed just as unspeaking as he always did but made a small growl as they walked.
Rough Housing - Chapter 1
This morning her velvety grey forepaws caught the early rays as she walked home, a paper bag of groceries cradled in her left forepaw and cushioned against her bulky frame.
The Second Day of Christmas
I walked home, such a beautiful fort myers day i couldn't help walking the four miles in the breeze and floridian chill, singing to myself on the way, swinging my bag of carefully wrapped (by the kid with terrible acne wrapping gifts for a buck, such