An Explosive Expansion
* * * iron author #2. interesting and different to write, but it i find the ending to be cumbersom characters belong to heroicones story by reian
Late Night Punishment
I put down the hot iron bar and licked clean her pussy.
Ironwolf (Furvengers: Assemble!)
Satisfied, he taped it in place and began fastening the protective, iron alloy cap over it. he had shaved a small circle of fur from the area to ensure a better seal. once in place with surgical adhesive, he flipped the master switch.
Iron Author #20 Milking
#6 of iron author i love the idea of being strapped into a milking machine and having my balls drained, and i thought most people would too.
An Ironic Pleasure Punishment
It was deep at night, but Valerion knew, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. The black wolf was completely restrained in his movements, chained up to this bed and locked inside this dark room. There was nothing he could do to escape the...
Iron Collar - Ch1
She gathered the two iron shafts she had planned to use to support the wall's weight in the tunnel and resumed her methodic digging. as soon as the tunnel was under the wall it began to quiver, threatening to collapse atop her.
Iron Will, Chapter 1
He had only a harness of boiled leather straps reinforced with small, beaten iron plates, covering his upper torso, with a single larger, circular piece of that crude iron covering his belly, emblazoned with some kind of black paw symbol - he'd been inducted
Battling the Iron Princess
** ** ** **battling the iron princess.** everyone paused when the sound of the eggs cracking were heard. evens and dante look to galvantula who is carrying the eggs.
A Namesake Made Ironic
"no worries my ironically named friend...if you ever need the wings back, you just have to will them into existence.
The $!$? Squad by Iron-K
Original author: iron-kthis was an unexpected surprise from a good friend of mine! he recently had some dental surgery, and while loopy from the painkillers, his mind came up with this.
any old iron
As the cart trundled along the road you could hear the song of the scrap man followed by his shouting voice, "any old iron?
Black Beauty, But Ironically.
1 There was dull hum in the air - almost silent, electronic yet vibrant; as though the spacious mansion that stood in the middle of the McMaster estate was, itself, alive. In many ways it was, and the lady of the house had gone through...