Slow and Tender... Or Not...
"i always preffered bobtails myself. but we can solve that, can't we?" max growled again. "what the hell are you talking about?" suddenly, max felt cold metal pressing against the base of his tail.
Late-Night Calls
Fluffy bobtail sticking out the back. which member of his breeding party was he sleeping with tonight? ollie and ross, the mouses, were whisker-twitching crazily. arianna was composed. "ma'am?"
1.2 - Team Effort
"so impatient ... " aria turned around, wiggling her plush, bobtailed rump. she was such a good tease. "i'm throbbing for you," he vowed, passionately. grabbing that ass.
3.3 - Blood and Smoke
She gasped, weakly, trying to refill her lungs as she rolled onto her bobtailed backside.
Fireworks - Shiromi's Nightmare
The store was called the kurilian, owned and operated by the kurilian bobtail named angie. "welcome, shiromi. good to see you again. what brings you here this late?" angie asked. the two know each other since shiromi is a loyal customer.
The Exchange 4: Reciprocity
Vines cradled her buttocks and toyed with her bobtail, starkly raised as she rode the feeler in her folds. they didn't have to toy with what was behind to know she had no desire to test herself there.
The rocky road of love - Chapter one
Bouncing down the stairs her ears flopping about and her bobtail all fluffed out, cherry called out to as she opened the front door and about to go outside. "mum i'm going out i'll be back at 10pm". "don't you have work"?
With Open Arms
Her bobtail flicker-flicked, sticking out of the tail-gap built into the back of her chair. "you do.
Reclamation
And then stopping again, his bobtail flickering at an almost rodent-like rate (or: fast and erratic). "so, you discussed water usage?" "many facets of water usage," he elaborated. "pollution. e coli contamination. runoff. desalinization.
A Hard, Bruising Fall
Her bobtail gave a flicker or two. and her ears, standing atop her head, waggled. and she finally asked, very quietly, "why are you being so nice to me?" there was a pause.
Yellowknife
bobtail trying to flicker, but unable. pinned beneath her backside and the navy-blue bed-sheets. "i ... let me," came the male voice, muzzle pulling back.
3.6 - Hard at Work
He pressed, bobtail beginning to flicker with excitement. "just curious. i am a cat." "we just went over that." he glanced at an internal chronometer, doing some quick calculations in his head. "twenty-five minutes? give or take.