He put it on my cheek and pressed it in.
i screamed, but no noise left my maw. it hurts so much. he pressed it in deeper, making more warm blood stream down my face.
he looked at me with his chaotic eyes.
Anthro, Anthropomorphic, Furry, Horror, Rabbit, Thriller, Wolf
Zheil's hand pressed to ofenna's shoulder, that was strange, the lioness had expected to feel the cold air when it was opened.
"yeah, pull me out will you?" the voice said.
BDSM, Bitchsuit, Bondage, Bound, Clean, Female, Gagged, Lion, Lioness, Ofenna, Plush, Plush suit, Soft, Trapped, Wolf, Zheil, tame
This was a much more physical, tangible sensation of something pressing against and manipulating the flesh of his stomach itself, only from within rather than without.
Coyote, Dalmatian, Female, Goo, Goo Play, Growth, Hippo, Hippopotamus, Male, Massage, Micro, Micro play, Size Difference, Size Play, Spa, Transformation, relaxation, tf
With a bit of distance, he reaches down low, trying to scoop ricky up and hoist him up high into military press position.
Abs, Beatdown, Birthday, Fight, Gut Punching, Lion, Male, Muscles, RP log, Ricky Paszek, Tiger, Wrestling, Zander, beat up
She took a moment's glance toward the small white ghost floating toward her, a spiky-fingered hand pressed tightly against its large tattooed forehead.
Philanthropy, charity
I press my ear up against his rib cage
and sigh to myself as the rhythmic beating
makes my own heart race faster.
i memorize the beat
so that is beats inside my head
every night before i go to bed.
Death, Love, Poetry, life
Herbs of some sort were pressed against my stomach where the boar had gotten me. i noticed all of this later, though. the first thing i saw was that bastion was sitting by my side, his back pressed against a tree.
"hi," i whispered.
Catgirl, Panther, Post-Apocalyptic, Transformation, Wolf, Wolfboy, furry, tribe
Pluton pressed the rabbit's head on the table and "give me this!" then he showed it to eric
eric: "how did i lose?" oh, my god! can't you see it?
Border Collie, Husky, Wolf, furry
You've tried to press your little hands against their giant body but all it does is remind you of how small you are compared to them. they could easily roll over and pin you underneath them and you'd be trapped for hours.
Micro, Microfiction, Second Person
Closing his eyes, martin lowered his head and folded his ears back, his palms pressed to his chest. around him the hounds -and, after a short hesitation, dhamon's men- shuffled down onto one knee, their heads pressed down in reverence.
Character Development, Death, Military, Plot Development, Sci-Fi, Various Species, Violence