David's Start of a New Adventure (Ch.1 - A Boring Life)

'man, i bet it's wonderful to have that kind of adventure; traveling with your pokemon, bond with them, and to protect each other no matter what happens.' i sadly thought as i play on my ds. ..........

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No More Monday Memos

- was warm and smooth, with the fur on the back of it soft and glistening white. i didn't squeeze or shake his hand with undue vigor; he returned the clasp with gentle firmness. "i'm angelo."

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Bully,the late bloomer

Not much later you started hanging out with them too. >turns out they were a rowdy bunch with scarcely any notion of privacy.

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Sunny's Initiation

You make eye contact with what you can guess is a 21 year old vixen female with pretty long blonde hair, she is giggling to someone on the other end of a cell phone as you open the door.

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His Kit

with his master's kids? "oh...! yes! master i will bear you many kids. please, master fill me with your seed! let me have your kits!" he begged desperately, desperate to make his master happy.

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The Voyage

Riku is an artic vixen with black socks and gloves with long blonde head hair to the middle of her back. but joan is a reddish brown with brown socks and gloves with dark gray below her muzzle to her neck.

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Late Night Fun

Fill me with your seed and make me heavy with your kits," i demanded as i weakly pushed my hips to his as i felt my orgasm come back with a vengeance._** **_"mine!"

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Track and Field: Part I

This time i wasn't, though, when my ass and tail were sticking straight up with three jocks staring at them. i leaned over again and peered through the split in my legs with my ears back.

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A Good Neighbor

"now, how about you go play with emma until your momma comes to pick you up, hmm?" heather nodded, squealing with excitement. emma was her best friend!

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Kerri's Love

Kerri thought she could spy a little bit of his maleness as he pulled out with every stroke...and the thought of seeing a part of her friend that was secret...that was private...filled the pit of her stomach with a funny warm feeling.

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