Washed Ashore. Chapter Three.

Sabor most likely had another long night shift, the tribe seeming to use the black fur panther's qualities to the max.

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One Night at the PC

Looking back to it he could see the black furred shewolf again on screen, motioning a pawed index finger for him to approach as she beamed a sultry smile.

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Worshiping the wolf

The creature stepped from the shadows into the torchlight, black fur billowed with every movement. michael wanted nothing more than to pet the almost velvety soft fur.

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Friday Night

The rest that followed were over kill it seemed, so much cum that his black fur looked as white as jason's. the carpet beneath them got a good dose of it as well as it ran off his sides.

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Bite

The flesh bulged along his neck and chest, rippling its way slowly across his body, midnight black fur of his arm rippling in the light breeze.

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The End of the End of the World

Four large, black-furred feet padded against the ground, feline in appearance. he stared as he flexed new sets of claws in and out of the toes. the black fur ran up his calf, ending below his knees - all four of them.

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The Motel [Story / Cat]

Throwing his head back, the man's face cracked, black fur growing to cover his expanding muzzle until he was matched with her. he hissed, anger and desire in his eyes while his body continued to change.

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Orange Haze

The fur even spread across his palm, covering every square inch with the softest black fur there had ever been.

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Bull Milk, LLC

Glossy, midnight black fur sprouted over his bulging pecs, soon covering his skin entirely. he could feel it grow in over his face and shuddered again as his eyes stared down at his bulging pants.

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Unclean [TF / FM / Wererat]

A ring of light, short black fur grew around her right wrist, longer than the fur on her hands. trisha shivered in nervousness and ran for the elevator.

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Night of the Boar

He slide his tongue out over his curled tusks, lapping at the edges of my bellybutton, black fur thickening.

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