Of wings and scale chapter 1
My musles toned out into perfect proportion looking as if i spend hours in the gym, as my eyes turned to slits it was done.
Game Over
A crackle of static made his head lift, as he yelped and felt the hooks that had been strategically pierced through hs silver grey fur - through musles and flesh - and he screamed in primal rage and horror, panic gripping him as he flailed - which only brought
Babyfur Dragon love2
Her body got less lean and more bulk i asked her why and she said that she kept the musles she had in both forms. after that we went and try on some of the clothes.
The Queiajirai Chronicles ~A Young Fur's Fantasy~ Part 2
Two musled otters gently lifted him up off the deck as the husky murmured. "elandi. elandi vatri."
An Eight Legged Alliance
Murray smiles and shows off his musles. "hey there foxy, you looking very beautiful today." sly flirting carmelita. "hmph, don't push it ringtail." carmelita snarls.
Untitled, by Deecat
The musles of her ass clenched tightly, as did those of her jaw and legs. her tail snaked around on the sheets. she rubbed her clit for a few more seconds as she drew out the last of her orgasm.
Origins of a writer
Just when you thought it to be over she then proceeds to almost coex here scales on as hir arms are slowly gaing scales and musles with both hands ending in long sharp claws.
Warmth of your Arms Chapter 2
It cascaded down, making my eyes follow it down his bare, well-musled chest... indeed, all he was wearing was a trench coat and black pants.
Working with Animals
_He-hawww!...\*ahem\* pardon me! This is a story with references to M/M sex/sexual attractions! It also has transformation and mild themes of bestiality! But there isn't any actual sex in it per-say....or does masturbating count? \*shrug\* anyway I'm...
Off time fun
Showing off the musles and the large buldge over his crotch, he wore just a black leather vest over his top half. he had it left open showing off the dark black fur that doned his chest.
Silent invasion
"sorry" i said. hi kissed me on my musle and without another word, he left the room. i lay on my bed, rub my rubberscaled body and try to think . the voice in my had shows me pictures of the perfect empire and so, i know what i have to do.
getting the hell out of here/reborn
I look down past the giant breast and see clawed feet that could cut stone with ease that are musled to make it look like i a some fraking profesinall athleate.