{Pokémon/Babyfur} Pampered and Pressured (1/2)
The vulpix grunts again and her tail hikes up some more; a warm and rancid mush piles into her diaper, staining it dark brown as a repulsive odor emanates throughout the house. "phew..."
{Pokémon/Babyfur} Sylveon's Cousin Conundrum
After a few more moments, she completely empties herself, her diaper nearly sagging all the way down to her feet as an extremely foul odor fills the living room.
Goooooooood Doggie!
The odor of fox dominated her body, and she found in shock that her top had been removed, and she was naked from the waist up.
A Bronze Rising: Investigative Dragon
His odor is very distinct." i said, my head between the thick pine trunks.
Grimscale the Druid.
His scent was a mingling of blended odors much like the calicoes of his fur, it set the female creatures he courted on edge. their excitement came from the fact they were unwilling to be bred.
Raining Fire
He could smell the sickening odor of her burnt flesh. it was nearly unbearable. he finally pushed away and slowly got to his feet. he reached up and wiped away the tears with his left hand, turning away he started to walk away.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 75
It was the middle of winter, so there were no flies, no ants, no bugs of any kind, and she'd only been dead for a single day, so she didn't have enough time to develop an odour yet. some merciful soul had closed her eyes.
Welcome to Jurassic Weed
There was the distinctive animal odor of the raptors, the metallic bite of blood...and a smell that he had become quite used to -- cannabis. owen looked around the enclosure. one of the bushes rustled.
Silver Stream Memory 24
The air was clear and had a distinct pine smell mixed in with other wafty mapley odors. we continued down the cool path of grass and dirt and turned the first bend to the left. we continued to the next bend to the left.
Chapter 2
The anthro i disarmed lie dead on the wooden floor as i smelled death and the odor of burnt wood, a shot ringing out from upstairs. the husky came downstairs, panting as he held his assault rifle in his paws, "clear."
Doodle Story: Bigger Is Always Smellier
Besides, at least his feet didn't smell, or the owner in general; he was most likely too lazy to clean up some of his messes, as opposed to the rat, who thrived in his foul odors.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 77
It was the middle of winter, so there were no flies, no ants, no bugs of any kind, and she'd only been dead for a single day, so she didn't have enough time to develop an odour yet. some merciful soul had closed her eyes.