Knight of God (Pt. 1)
Leonis stood on the edge of the rutted road, and stretched his arms, easing the cramped muscles. 'tell me, father,' he said, 'what can i expect travelling through ironmont?'
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seven
Where the entry lanes had been packed and rutted earth, further into the village the widest roads were all paved with flat cobbling stones.
Red Storm ch.5
The german soldiers started scrambling out of the truck and into a rut in the road. yuri sat watching them just as another explosion that hit in front rattled the truck again, throwing him off the wooden seat. he kneeled and looked at the soldiers again.
Go For It
The wolf knew the one and only way to get the fox out of his rut. tickling! straddling himself over the fox, austin dug his paws into tommy's sides and wiggled his fingers in a fierce tickle.
My love
#3 of love as i said in this poem sorry for the delay but i have been in a uninspired rut but my friends inspired so here you go! so sorry for the delay i have been empty on inspiration for awhile so enjoy!
Beastars: A/B/O Deconstruction
"i think it's very likely when i hit my next rut, i'm going to ..." he didn't finish the sentence. "louis, isn't it well-established that this is an open relationship? or not even a relationship," she laughed lightly.
A Coyote's Daydreams [ Chapter 1 ]
#1 of a coyote's daydreams a seclusive coyote living in the dead of winter who soon falls into an emotional rut tries to realize why he can't understand his own feelings.
Scales and Honor- Swirling Storm: Chapter 15
Ramakox gasped, thinking back to the nights he had the hardest time falling asleep, trying desperately to not think about rutting the female before him.
Turkey Shoot
The nearest ones were rutted all to hell, and wouldn't be any good. there was a bigger one though, just a little further on. it was lush, green, and flat. it would probably do. it would have to do.
Anthro Sex Squad Story 2 - Winfred's Story; Chapter 1
The piglet was rutting around in the dirt, hoping to find some choice night-mushroom. luckily for it, it had heard that it was being hunted. as the little female leaped for the piglet, it bolted, squealing its tiny head off.
Entrapment
His antlers were cracked and warped, faded and long disused in the spring rut. red-brown fur had faded to a muted, muddy brown flecked with grey and he coughed into one, shaking paw. he had been a proud red deer at one point in his life, but no longer.
Prologue
That is when our conferences was mostly me going on about how he has to behave and he is no street rut anymore and that sort. he would just sit there and keep quiet while looking down. never did he say anything back or argued with me.