For a Certain Furrets

typh resumed his grinding. the furret tried to squirm, even catch a glimpse of what was happening to him, but typh held his neck firmly to the ground, preventing him from raising his head.

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Rehabilitation

The typh let his tongue squirm around a second longer, before pulling back with a slurp and a self-satisfied smirk. micah gasped deeply, sitting up sharply and clutching his chest.

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The Pain In Flames: Typhlosion's Bitch

"typh!" typhlosion barked as he stepped forward. i didn't dare lower my hands. my eyes widened as typhlosion raised a foot directly over my face.

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Meeting the parents

Jo chuckles at my gesture, "typh, you've got to stop freaking out man. it's my parents that we're going to meet. don't you trust me on their preferences?

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Choices and possibilities

Jo took out one of his paw that was supporting typh's head and saw it covered with warm blood. typh's blood. the thought of losing typh right in his arms killed him from the inside. there's so much that they have not done, even as best friends.

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Typhlosion on Show

_ohhyes_, t-typh. make her cum with you... l-like you always make me cum..."

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Growing Up

typh's mom says, moving back to the house to take something which typh knows it all so well: the feather duster. the first swipe at typh hurts so bad, far worse that those claws just now. "go apologise now!" typh's mom says.

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Revenge In Flames: Typhlosion's Bitch

"typh! phlosion typh!" he barked, pointing to his tongue, then his foot, twisting and turning his foot, covering my mouth with it as i sniffled one last time.

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