Squeaky_Sour
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Species Recombination ch. 1
It was gritty and sour between his teeth, tarry where it pooled around his gums. imulsion slime drooled in clotted streams from his nose and mouth, glossy and bright, flabby strands jiggling as he gurgled around each egg.
ToLaD: Chapter 8: Meeting Again
And apparently, he's had many many dealings in the corporate business world that went sour. sour for his own good. time to bring down a dirty rich anthro whose money is really dirty.
Breaking Limits
It was not only bitter but incredibly sour, bright in color with an uneven surface rippled with food chunks. "god that smells awful!" the bear called from above her, giving her no time to chew as he let more drop out.
Not-So-Clean Break [Commission]
Even with one paw free, though, he couldn't put up much of a fight... and the first inhalation he drew of that sharp, sour reek sent all of his _disobedience_ out of him.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 41
She's just sour and i don't want any of your stupid grapes because they're _sour_! you hear me you giant piece of trash!? sour, i say!!
[Commission] The Spoils of War
The next few made him groan as he felt the flecks of pungent, sour smegma coat the inside of his mouth as he tried to swallow them down.
Sweet Agony of Victory, Sour Joy of Defeat
We gasp for air, our dry mouths drinking life-giving oxygen in with sour joy. you are still ahead, your training paying off.
[Commission] Rising Star Fallen: Part 2 - Exam
Started to stink worse; this time with the sour reek of masculine arousal, far more concentrated than it had been in the basement-turned-arena.
Writhing Horror
The sour stench burned my eyes as it wafted up from him. he clenched and ejaculated again, overflowed my upturned rear, and the milky yellow froth spilled over my engorged stomach and between my lumpy breasts.
A Spare in the Trunk: Better Than Words
The scent of earth and vinegar assailed his senses and the sour taste of kobold juice dotted his tongue, a taste he’d come to acquire.
A Butcher's Eye for Wolf
He brushed a thumb against a thick love handle on his side and prepared for sours to call him some variation of ‘fatass.’ only a few weeks living with his uncle, and he’d already eaten him down to scraps. but sours just shrugged.