Flamefeathers - Ambush
"the blacksmith gave you a fair rutting, i could hear you both a block away!" the hand that had moved her leg up over his hip reached down between them to muss with his trousers and push them down. "think anyone'll hear you scream?"
FR01: Good of You to Join Us
Rust** by reserved rodent co-authored with ajh **chapter one** _good of you to join us_ two horses strolled through the lightly wooded valley, each step kicking up a light dust that lingered briefly, low to the ground, before settling back along the rutted
Book of Warlock 4. Here be dragons.
She cursed the impractical length of her working outfit, bunched up the billowing hem in her grey fists and smartly picked up the pace, soon finding a set of wheel ruts in the dirt accompanied by many boot-prints.
Life of an Outcast
The officer began to slow and soon pulled on to an old dirt road, so old that grass had begun to grow in the ruts cause of the absence of tires on it.
Meanwhile
A report came in last night from the scouts that the caribou have begun rutting, so the bulls will be highly aggressive," he explained, "trying to approach them head on would be nearly suicidal, so we are going to have to get a little bit crafty.
Go For It
The wolf knew the one and only way to get the fox out of his rut. tickling! straddling himself over the fox, austin dug his paws into tommy's sides and wiggled his fingers in a fierce tickle.
Zootopia Blues
"it sent him into a five-hour berserk rage mixed with a violent rut. he wore himself into complete exhaustion and finally passed out.
The Book of Warlock 7. Magic vs Magick.
Without a map all they could do was follow the deep ruts, litter and muddied tracks of the rat's army. nisgarant wouldn't have stopped for anything less than a named city, so whatever it was it would be small and unimportant.
Jeremy 065; Patterns
He marveled at how fast his body was sliding into a sexual rut. the predicted five years of this were going to seem long and grueling.
Change of Pace
How he wished something else could happen in the rut that was his life. as he kept walking, he took out a deck of cards from his back pocket, staring down at the cards. the material slightly worn from constant usage, the cards still shone like new.
Focusing On Food
"oh, one of your hunger ruts? i get it, i'll cook something up, why don't you get ready at the table?" cookie nods, taking a few steps before looking back. "mind... mind if i take the last couple pieces of cake?" "which cake?"
The Book of Warlock 15. Aggravated Assault.
Beyond the flattened trees, past the deep ruts in the soil that the war machines had gouged on their travels, hemlock's weary pony cantered unsteadily into the sunshine, with a bitter wind following, trampling daisies as they climbed up a grassy rise