The Will of Kings - Chapter 5
He showed a flash of anger, before putting on a pouting face. "how can you question me of all people?" "i am in someone's prison and you are a prisoner," i pointed out. "i think it is worth testing."
Witch Blood - 08
"he's not anything, now," rhea pouted. "rhea," the other woman said her name softly and she put a hand on her shoulder, "you're like a refuge after a war drove her out of her home.
Simba lerns a pain full leason ( vore)
Sin pouted looking at his friend ,but went bright pink when he felt a lick from nala on his face. sin smiled softly nuzzling her ,as nala let him up as they walk over to the adults.
UnderGarment Sundays - Zeke
He'd applied the week before and started working tuesday onward (he pouted over not working monday and missing jon, he badgered me for his number; he was getting just as many messages as me, hah.)
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 103: Wolf’s Hole
My devious person asked pouting.
Parenthood - Part 2
She pouted and looked back at the wolves, who were mostly asleep in the shade of the enclosures trees. "why are they all asleep?" the zookeeper looked up at this question. "i can field that for you if it's alright with dad."
A Small Bounty - 1
Atimist leaned back on his stool and crossed his arms, pouting. "i'm not that short." "the ears are cute, darling, but they don't count," the tigress teased. "hey, these ears keep me safe!
My New Life Ch3
I said pouting. "what caused that?" aaron asked. "a clown at his fifth birthday party surprised him." my mom said. "yeah, it jumped right in my face." i said "the only cool clowns are clown from slipknot and sweet tooth from twisted metal."
Journey to another world ch25
She turned to look back at me with her cheeks flushed and a look of pouting on her face. "no! mew no." she turned to look away from me and i could see that i nailed that nail right on the head. so i walked over and hugged her. "come on.
A Fiz and Rut Christmas
“alright,” she pouted, but conceded, hugging her dolly to her chest as she turned to walk up the stairs quietly. her small wolf tail wagged with spectacular speed. “merry christmas, santa.” fiz waved a paw. “merry christmas, my dear!”
The Mercenary And Her Conscience
_and here i thought i wouldn't have to use a blade,_ she pouted. she picked up a knife from one of the fallen bandits, throwing it with deadly accuracy. the rabbit fell flat on his face, knife sticking from his back.
She Wanted a Dog: Transformed Against His Will
She was a bitch, a little dog, a handbag dog just like the one that paloma had pouted and whined about not getting for her last birthday.