A Taste for It
A Taste for It * * * She was waiting on the couch for me when I came home. Naked of course, she says that it lets her rusty fur dry naturally and stay soft and shiny. Unless someone comes calling, there's really nothing to complain...
A Taste of Nature
This story contains vast amounts of kinky heterosexual sex. Do not read if you are under the legal age (Yeah right, like anyone is going to listen). The author asks that the story is not reposted on ANY other website. Saving it to a personal computer...
A Taste of Nobility
Tuon's nose was tickled by the fizzy smell of shampoo as he entered his new master's bedroom, and he sneezed as he was greeted by even more strange smells, dozens of perfumes and the scent of freshly-laundered bed linen enveloping him. The gnoll simply...
A Taste for the Dark
A Taste for the Dark They called her vicious, cold, unsalvageable. There was a good reason for these impressions, too. This particular absol was rescued from an underground...
A Taste of Dad
A Taste of Dad Bowser's dreams had started to take a strange turn. His lewd ones at least. Instead of the usual female he'd find to plow in some way, shape or form, he had as of late been thinking of males he was around and thought they were kind of...
A Taste of the Night
It was late in the day, the sun sinking toward the horizon, when Bella returned to Firefall guild with a disheveled deerling stumbling by her side. The espeon had just passed the main gate when a cry of relief resounded across the guild's courtyard, a...
A Taste of Passion
The black dragoness basked on her sunning rock, grey belly plates pressed into the earthen surface. One could tell it was _her_spot by the way the rock had been worn in to cradle her majestic black bulk quite comfortably and she guarded it with a bit...
Inherited Tastes
The trailer park looked the same as it always did — same cracked asphalt road, same patchy lawns, same collection of double-wides and single-wides with their rusted skirting and plastic lawn chairs. Cory shifted in the passenger seat of his mom's...
Addiction at A Taste
Serral yawned as he lounged in a large chair located in his living room, his legs stretched out before him. The large tiger's footpaws were reclined upwards, resting on a fair-sized coffee table that sat between the chair and its neighboring sofa, a...
Taste for the Flesh
Disclaimer: Wolf: It's what's for Dinner. Intrigued? Good my lovely Sprocket, because If I told you the recipe, I'm afraid might not finish this delicious and ghastly little tale. See that story tag that says horror? Good, so you know this grim little...
Taste the Rainbow
Taste the Rainbow Written by Leo\_Todrius Commissioned by JWB. With small exception, office buildings were generally the same from floor to floor and building to building; a large area of floor space dominated by cubicle walls forming a...
The Taste Test
Deep in the mountains of the Kanto region. There was an argument brewing between two fierce rivals. "Sure, You were built for combat. But Did those humans see to developing your other skills" A pink mew says, rubbing her tail against her crotch...