Trouble Playing Story
Natasha held the flute in her forepaw. The toned coyote was back in her old home, a rustic wooden cottage. The construction was humble, merely a few rooms on one floor. She stood in a wooden hallway, and she had grabbed the flute from an empty closet. ...
That New Gym Smell
Finally blaziken reached the edge of his orgasm and leaned forward, feathers coating his trainer's back. just one more action would shove him over the edge and he was fully prepared for it.
Summer Heat
It sprayed into the air and several globs landed on my chest, its milky whiteness contrasting greatly with the pure red of my feathered coat.
Volcan and Tsume-Written version
Volcans' arms held her around the mid-section of her torso, squishing her green-feather coated breasts against his thick, red-feather coated chest.
Ranch Rounds ch.2 - Blaziken
Syn let his hands gently nestle against the feathers coating shellia's sides as he slowly began to thrust his hips upwards to meet the avian pokemon's thrusts.
The Rave
His fingers were stiff and scaly, tipped with claws; feathers coated his entire body, shifting and shaking underneath him as he heaved; his feet felt simply \*wrong\*.
Saurian Supremacy
She winced as the raptor tore off her clothes, leaving scars across her back before flipping the now nude vixen over - letting out a primal growl at her as her feather-coated arms covered her body. "w-what? y-you can talk?"
Ranch Rounds 02 - Blaziken
Syn let his hands gently nestle against the feathers coating shellia’s sides as he slowly began to thrust his hips upwards to meet the avian pokemon’s thrusts.
The Trinket | Chapter Twenty-Five [Comm]
Now, garbed in sweatpants and a goose-feather coat, hunter now at least did not have to worry too much about being discreet with his padding.
Spice of Life
His beak moved down and nipped along his mate's neck, teasing the flesh underneath the bed of feathers coating his lover and drawing out a soft caw of delight.
Like Ducks to Water
Nevertheless, their smiles faded and their blushes grew brighter still beneath their lush feathered coats as they realised that there was no more time to be wasted, and that now all that remained was for them to actually do the deed and get _into_ the tub
Popapocalypse
It was like warm steel, every vibration, every heartbeat traveling down the unyielding feathers coating the clawed appendage to shock his heart.