If Wishes Were Bitches... [Commission]
_A commission for :iconadamnemo42:_ * * * Despite working away at it all morning, the mess covering Darren’s dining room table wasn’t getting any smaller, but a close observer would be able to notice that some of the assorted pieces of clutter seemed...
Stay Ch. 01 [TF / MF / Were-dog]
Brandy sat at the end of an over-stuffed brown couch with a glass of red wine in one hand. Her other hand held a white envelope. Kevin sat at the opposite end from her, one leg crossed on the couch. Light music played from the stereo system while...
Stay Ch. 02 [TF / MF / Were-dog]
At 6:00 pm, Kevin knocked on Brandy's door. She felt her heart racing as she answered it. Her smile was strained and awkward on her face and she didn't want to let him go when he hugged her. "Oh, sweetheart," Kevin said. "You've been crying." The...
[Sketch] Boy's Night Out
Each one was so tight at first...until they started making the moaning sounds, and began pressing back into him as if they were bitches. but bitches never felt so good, or told him what a good boy he was when he knotted them.
Changes under a moon
It was clear they were bitches; cause males didn't have spades like they did. with a deep grunt, liyoht felt the male tug free seeing that large shaft hanging down between his legs.
Low Tide - Part I
The were-bitch known as summer stretched out under the tree, ebon-clawed toes curling at the end of powerfully musculed legs. those legs were overly lupine in appearance, and capable of transitioning from two to four legged locomotion in an instant.
In After Dark
"if you're a virgin," the were-bitch scoffed, dropping to her knees with a bump and grabbing his ass cheeks, "then i'm a well-adjusted young catholic girl who doesn't have an eight-inch dick."
Roller-Coaster Ride
And you were bitching about the detonator," he muttered. "i like my own detonator," the grey otter replied. the ride came to a halt and the climbed out onto dry ground and followed the path along the side towards a hut that was labeled "photo booth".
Blowing Snow
Here we were, captives of a pack of wolf raiders, and they were bitching for any male with a hard on. it was then they let me in on the deal they had been given. in exchange for their rumps they would be freed in the morning. finally, it came my turn.
The New Bedroom- A Gray Muzzle story
The truth is, that all the hybrids were bitches. very few males were needed; there was little demand for them. so, dog hybrids were a community of females. with no males around, there were few romantic options for them. red looked up.
Chain of Command Ch.4 : Meeting Expectations
All the girls her age were bitches anyway. overhead, a clap of thunder sounded, the light drizzle that had been coming down over the weekend hanging in the air, a fine mist that gave everything in sight a greyish hue.
Motherloading
Richard asked as his hips clapped against her ass, “sounds like you were bitching.” “you disrespectful- fuck!” mabel moaned as richard pulled out and dealt her uterus another cock blow. “disrespectful what?”