Stetikekiak III
He woke with aching in his bones, still clad in his tight kinksuit, tied to a chair. the air was flowing and cool, and fans were on low all around.
Old Dogs, New Thangs
His other self looks back to him, cladded in the same kinksuit and with the same throbbing shaft. and in this typical lupine fashion, they both wolf-whistle one another.
Securing the Prize - Commission for Azuracoon
It was common sense, street smarts, or gut instinct that told him it would be a bad idea to cut through the alley as a shortcut but Azura ignored all the warnings and darted through anyways. It should have been a quick 1-2 minute jaunt. The raccoon...