Shattered Freedom, Chapter Twenty Two
Vinnie called cheerfully to throttle. throttle smirked "hey vincent, registration done?" "sure is bro." he passed the data pad to throttle. "oh, this is dawn."
Biker Mice- Tentacle Trouble
throttle soon felt a tentacle rubbing against his own furry dick, that warm goo oozing out of its tip and smearing across throttle's length.
Decisions and Sacrfice Three
"throttle, pass the hot dogs would ya?" vinnie asked in an annoyed tone. "get them yourself, you white runt." throttle snapped back. vinnie went and slugged throttle.
Shattered Freedom, Chapter Twenty Three
throttle shook his head holding back a chuckle. "not really.. it's kind of itchy and scaly now." vinnie grumbled. "i don't need the details vincent." throttle grumbled.
Shattered Freedom, Chapter Fourteen
Full of relief, throttle patted modo's shoulder. curiously modo glanced to his bro. seeing the relief on throttle's face made him realized how scared throttle was. "you're my bro, throttle; ah wouldn't let anything change that."
Smell of Freedom
One minute later and throttle hadn't moved but hadn't said yes. "well?" half of throttle wanted to run, the other half wanted nothing more than to say yes and let the mouse have his way.
Brutal Bonds (unfinished)
You volunteering to to provide the buns for my hot dog, throttle?" throttle blinked and grinned, wryly, pulling out the wiener on his spit as he stroked on the one between his legs.
Winter Morning
And throttle didn't seem to mind staying with him.
Hypnovember - Day 3: Sound/Music
That was the first instance where throttle noticed something was off.
An Adjustment of Priorities
throttle, meanwhile, merely chuckled at his two bros.
Shattered Freedom, Chapter Fifteen
throttle-_ \*\*\* throttle waited a moment before he got a reply. _-sensors unable to determine who is mouse who is guard, over 900 personal.
Modo's Needs
throttle grunted, the tightness clenching around his dick and gripping it like a vice. it was the tightest little fuckhole throttle had ever used.