POV vore - you and a little bear
You slide heavily down the bear's throat, propelled by a series of gulps. you try to kick and squirm free. useless. by the time you realized how much trouble you were in its throat had too good a grip.
Weapon – Growing
He cut back in, propelling me to the wings of the stage. i stepped out and there was a collective gasp as i made my way to the podium, "and i will now hand you over to lieutenant colonel walters."
The Changing Dream
Although he was running as hard as his legs would carry him the gravel road beneath him only allowed him to propel himself but so fast, and with every step the wolf got closer and closer.
Life As It Is
Hannah propelled us all forward towards the serpent with a burst of speed with the water like a jet boat. we began our attacks on the serpent right when we hit the ice ring.
Lone Wolf
Noble six was in motion the instant he heard miyu's distressed cry through his auditory sensors, concrete shattering underneath his boots as he lunged forwards, propelled across the field by nothing but pure instinct.
Red Riding Hood and the Wolf meet again
Everyone just marveled at his performance, even knowing his unending excitement had propelled him into the lead role in the first place. unlike the other youngsters, coexistence didn't warm me up to his traits.
What Have I Done
His wings moved, angling, slowly propelling him out over the crowd. eager hands reached for him, but he took careful note to stay out of their reach. he slowly increased in speed and altitude.
A Change In Perspective
The soft whirr of propellers is the only sound that stands out in these enormous sand-colored halls. the sound of even softer humming is entirely lost under their oscillating tone.
Hurricane Alley
I tilted my head vertically as my tail hit a downbeat, propelling my body upwards. as i felt the tip of my dorsal fin break the surface, i cocked my tail up and arched my back.
Your Name Ch. I - Wishing Back a Friend
~five years later~ the six-foot-four black wolf pressed with all his strength to propel the metal bar upward to the sky. his face narrowed to an angry snarl as he focused all his energy into the metal rod.
Good Times, Now Gone?
He propelled himself upwards, trying to clear the smoke and see where she was, but through some form of magic unknown to him, the smoke wrapped itself around him, impassive, impenetrable. when it cleared, there was no sign of ember for miles.
Factions of War
The barge started to move toward the doe, its propellers moving in synchronized motion. brendan gulped as they nearly missed the doe by inches.