group therapy Part 7
The fox had come before earlier and tried to land spit on top of the coyote's head, cackling evilly each time a wad of spit had slapped on top of ryan's shoulders. "i brought some water, figured you'd be thirsty."
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty
I ended up lying on top of him, dripping dragon spit and other yucky things all over the place. for a second, he just stared up at me. "y- you're alive!"
An unusual friend: part 2 (Vore, Wolf/Rabbit)
The tongue continued its leisurely pace of tasting and leaving saliva clinging to and soaking bills fur.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 10
Legs started to shake, wings fluttered and shivers ran all over his body, a drop of saliva fell down from the hanging, long tongue and splashed on the road, a tiny dot of spittle splattering against a clawed toe.
A Tale of Two Lives || Chapter 4 — Regrets and Reconciliation
Almost as soon as it started, he felt, it was over and crystalia broke away, leaving only a trail of their mixed saliva connecting them.
FrostyFox
Breath becomes excited calm around a whimpered murr; saliva swapped and bodies warm encase entangled fur. tailbases getting scritched - the wolfox locked by maw, but frosty eases wuff away with his so perfect paw.
Looking Up
There are memories in their eyes memories of hurts and pits of black; cast aside, spit out, unwanted, unfit. they dare not look up, focused for fear of what they might see: something better than they.
Project X (pt7)
After an hour the group was sitting by the fire with the boar on a spit cooking him. "well i'm a bit fuzzy on the whole frost thing, could someone please tell me why he was such a bad guy?" rex sat down with a sigh. "well, he was a horrible person.
The Story of Dyona
The officer bent down and spoke into his ears and spit on him. he couldn't do anything...i couldn't do anything...
A Change In Perspective
Satsa protests, trying to get his face out of the coating of saliva but it seems impossible to avoid now, only thickening on any part of him in reach.
Black Meridian 11: Yellow Eyes
Every word from the zoran's thin lips was like a spit, a guttural snap, almost as if the creature resented even speaking aloud.
Thirteen Tales From Another World: Fifth Tale
"acid spit? sonic screech? teleporting knives?" "no, i don't have anything like that! i told you! i'm a normal human!" calvin insisted. "uh huh.