An internal adventure
I yelled back not expecting her to hear it “oh yeah i'm having a blast in this coffin size room thanks a lot for the dead head set you fur ball!” “don't call me a fur ball!
world of elements part 1
As he walked over to the coffin he looked around the room. he noticed a bookshelf full of ancient looking books; one of them read "the battle between the krekhon and the furries.
Swim in the dolphin (dolphin/human vore)
The dolphin's long stomach was practically a coffin of flesh and the last thing he heard as the darkness pressed in was the growing gurgle as it began to digest its meal.
Hollow Bodies - Surface Tension
Several coffins were placed in the walls, and even more on the floors. kasse began to wonder if the entire floor itself was made of coffins, considering how many were in here. "you need to stop giving me ideas."
Of Fox and Wolf Chapter 6: Knautia
But when you're up against someone who is intimately familiar with that same armor, it was more like a wearable coffin. the sergeant readied his sword and brought his shield to the forefront in an attempt to offer him slightly more protection.
retribution
The basement floor shook and trembled voilently for a moment before giving way to a wooden coffin with a plexi glass lid.
The White Horizon: Death in The Snow
My tears became his eulogy, the snow was his coffin, and these brief seconds were his funeral. i could see two tiny bulbs of ice, that had once been his tears. mine were falling onto him as fast as the snow around me is now.
Lazy Bastard (Kreet 27)
"not in this metal coffin. get me out of it and i might be able to sit at least." the three managed to get the man out of his armor. "sorry i can't help more, karl. but i think you're right to continue on. whatever is in there won't stop.
Frozen roses, ch.1the first day
I felt scrapping on the top of the coffin and punched up putting a hole in the top. i saw keith's smiling face, "i knew i could trust you" i said. he smiled and pulled of the lid and we got out the hole.
Scarecrow 1: Swing Low, Chapter 2
Trixie was the next up to the coffin, the vixen biting her lower lip as she reached out to take the edge of the coffin in her hands.
The Giggling Loon
Dreary lamp, and cemetery freshly damp— a prying bar, a spent cigar, and twitching paws as black as tar— a blackened spade, a sound betrayed, as loosened earth met shovel's blade— a scratchy word, a name unheard, as she below was disinterred— a coffin
Hybrid
In front of the couch for victim's families to sit on there was a nice coffin out for display. the rest of the coffins were on display in the back room.