With These Broken Wings: Chapter 1

He dropped his head down and shoved his muzzle into the tepid water before sucking in a great draw of it.

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Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Nine

Revaramek licked his muzzle, tasting the lingering traces of perfume and ale atop the stale water. he scrunched his muzzle. “i shall not sleep until i have bathed. i shall have to fly back to the marsh.” beka drained her mug, and hopped off the counter.

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Ocean Depths part 8

The dark brown furry muzzle was speckled with black dots along the muzzle lining where the whiskers connected, the bottom tip of that muzzle with a fluffy patch of untrimmed fur.

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Christmas 5: The Christmasening OR How the Coyote Almost Saved Christmas

The coyote sneered, half his muzzle curling up. “why is it every time i feel like i wanna hug you, asterbury, you do something else that makes me wanna slap the crazy outta your muzzle?"

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Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters One Hundred One and One Hundred Two

She pulled her knees up, and rested her muzzle across them, with her arms around her legs. "so." she sighed, staring across the desert. "how did i die?" she gasped, touching her fingers to her muzzle. memories of bloodshed flickered through her mind.

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New Normandy: Spa Day

The black jaguar's tongue pushed deeper, filling my muzzle slightly less than his magnificent red cock.

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Don't Call Her Short

With tears wetting the fur of his cheeks, he sank to his knees, then slumped forward till his muzzle hovered just above the floor. arrd clutched his privates in both hands, fighting back a sob. "uurrrhhn!"

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Shoppin' for a punk...

The big buffalo snorted, getting a good grip on junior's mane, then pushed the horse's muzzle down while he thrust his hips forward.

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Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters One Hundred Three and One Hundred Four

Revaramek put a paw over his muzzle, barely holding in a bawdy laugh. when it passed, he sighed and shook his head. "he _has_ to be doing that on purpose." nyramyn nudged him with her muzzle. "you didn't translate!" "i'm not sure where i'd even begin."

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Love of the Ground

Tilting it back he held his muzzle wide and let it rush into his mouth.

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The most wonderful Christmas

He felt her hips pushing back against his muzzle, forcing his tongue deeper inside his sweet dragoness's body.

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Cub Services | Chapter 14

His muzzle was almost pink as he blushed under the silver white fur that covered his face and turned to look at the letters again.

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