The Mist
**The Mist** written by Leo\_Todrius and Trickster\_D Commissioned by IZ-ART The sounds of industry filled the city, echoing down the tight streets and alleyways like the blood of civilization. The roadways were full of cars from countless years...
Open Office
Open Office Written by Leo\_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55 After four years of economic downturn, of joblessness and hopelessness, things were starting to turn around ever so slowly. The sound of industry was filling an office space that had...
Showing the Apprentice his Might
Lots had transpired since Fratley's 'duel' with the leader of the knight tribe. The two had bonded in training, soon travelling the world together, before Fratley brought another companion under his wing: one by the name of Mark, a fellow Burmecian man...
Showing the Knight his Might
Fratley is a [Burmecian](https://finalfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Burmecian) knight, an Azure Dragoon to be particular, who is eager to test his mettle in order to hone his own strength. Being a slender young man, one wouldn’t think he had such power...
Gym Bros
George purged his lungs of oxygen before taking a deep breath as he bent his legs, squatting down into a sitting position before beginning his final attempt to stand back up. The move wasn't easy for the large, muscle-bound rhinoceros given the 1500lbs...
Roomies.
pit. sniffing at him, licking over it and moaning softly like a little, well, bitch. "damn," andrew curled his toes, the tip of his tail curling too. he never seen this side of bryan before; it was really getting him going. andrew never met such a slut before.
Catching Up with Your Old Coach
He shamelessly reveled in every moment with the pit, sniffing up and down, letting the manly odor assault his senses. he loved everything about it, the sweat on his face, warmth that radiated from it, and the sweaty taste on his lips.
Role Model
All through the rusticity of pit-sniffing. eat first, talk later. at least that's how martom reasoned with it in his head. after all, it doesn't really matter if his friend doesn't enjoy it because he agreed to do the 'dares' again.
The Meat Market pt 3
He could feel the warm breath of the bigger anthro as he snorted into the enclosed pit, sniffing the stink and licking the sweat. it felt good and jared squeezed on the big snout, making his bicep bulge.
The Walking Purse
It was smaller than the gray one that he'd ended up pit-sniffing, but it looked friendlier. at the very least, it reached right for his - "mmmph."
Zebra Superiority 2
"you want to be marked as nothing but the nut-less, zebra-worshiping, pit-sniffing, cock-loving draggy you are?" "yes, yes, please, anything for your cock!" "heh, remember...you said that, not me."
A Pushy Neighbor 2
My ass-licking, pit-sniffing, cock-worshiping bitch." [i]your bitch…your bitch…[/i] the phrase kept repeating in his mind, reminding him of what he had given up, reminding him of what he had become.