Small Changes
Eve was asleep, so, i very carefully transferred her to my coat pocket and zipped it tight until everything was unloaded and safely stored in my room. she was still sleeping, which meant it was time for some eating.
Seth's Death
His paws were resting within the pockets of his black jacket, the curved grips of his revolvers within easy reach should he need to draw them.
Logan and Roxanna: A New Beginning Part 1
\*he snuggles down into the pocket.\* \*she buckles herself up, sure to avoid her breast pocket, as the limo pulls out of the drive way.
Everything You Need
On the outside were two crimped pockets on each side holding various objects of interest to the female. renamon's eyes darted to the left pocket first almost drawn to it first with her nostrils.
Something New
"in the face," russ confirmed, paws jammed deep in his coat pockets, chin tucked into his scarf, "hard." for a moment the two of them were silent, staring at each other, squared off, a few feet apart.
"I'm keeping you" a commission for @TXBexar
Buck reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a fresh handkerchief.
Horny Dog - Parts 4 to 6 (Dog TF)
"her... pocket?" nate looked at tera, focusing in on a small lump in her jeans pocket. "enough." tera unfolded her arms, took off her feather-branded baseball cap and hopped over to nate.
Consequences
The casualness of the way he pulled a baggy from his pocket was remarkable to the girl. with the ease as someone pulling out a pack of gum.
The Life of Another - Chapter 2
The two looked at each other as the wolverine's hands went to his pockets. "i left it upstairs by the phone, don't you have one, doc?" he said the latter with a mocking tone and smirked. she scowled and produced a small phone from her pocket.
GENI - Introductions
Tristan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. silas, though, took out his own phone and started swiping through several pictures of some vixen. “got these last night.” “uh...nice.” silas laughed.
Sloshy Rudder
"_ the otter licked his fangs while the delicate paw rummaged through his pocket. "and i thought todd had terrible taste in music..." the girl snorted.
SEXpod (A SynTech Story)
Sanmer asked, dramatically pulling out his cell phone from a pocket on his lab coat as the otter's chest heaved and he groaned, belly sloshing audibly back and forth. "yes, hello? an emergency meeting for mr. otter? oh no!"