The Monster from the Maroon Lagoon
The mouth closed around you, briefly trapping you in a slick, humid environment. all around you, the monster's breath rushed around you like a gale. wet squelching sounds filled your ears as the tongue repositioned itself.
A odd sandwich filling
Squirm with all your might as you look into that warm cavern, strands of drool connecting teeth and breaking up as you watch little chucks of chewed up damp food looking at you getting closer and closer and you shift then you slip past the lips looking at the slick
Father's Day [Vent]
Her fur was slicked down, beaten from the sheer force. ears flattened against her head. yet still she didn't move, didn't search for shelter. instead, she simply stared at the front door of the building in front of her, eyes scanning the old wood.
The Fox and the Berries and the Mushrooms
He didn't even have the energy to try anything slick with her that time, and after he was dry he immediately passed out on her. what was her name? she wasn't the same vixen he knew in saltar's port, she was someone else entirely.
Ramiro's Story: Memory 1
Sweat dripped down his inner thigh and neck, leaving a slick trail of irritation down the boy's body. the hybrid shifted uncomfortably. in his bed, breath deserted his mouth by force rather than will. the windows were closed. locked.
Writing Prompt #3 - "The Howl"
I can see that what i’d mistaken for a shadow was actually a blue-black, water-slicked pelt.
15,000 Foot Plummet to Electrified Barbwire
He wouldn't- then his foot slipped on the slick plane floor, and he went tumbling out in a roll! he tried to gasp. he was plummeting too fast! they talk about your stomach being in your throat, it was nothing like that!
Bad endings: Slimed
His leg was slick with residue from the slime, and covered in sweat. he spit at the trail of the slime and set it on fire with his torch to teach it a lesson as he walked away, further into the catacombs.
The Switchback Canyon Race
A swat of a steel paw tore off half the wolf's slick paint job. a solid hit that snapped the jaw hinges and sent jagged shards of teeth flying. a second swat caught the wolf's leg.
Chapter 2: Nagata
Until he felt them—tendrils, slick and cold as death, curling around his arms and his chest. he barely had time to brace before they _yanked_.
Chronicles of Trisha Talon - Book 1 - Chapter 4
With a stiff mewl i slid the water keg off of my belly and found my footing precarious on slick wet wood. i gave a quick glance to see if the pilgrims were safe, but they were gone; hammocks rocking empty and steady to the storms beat.
An Anthro's Tale-Chapter 15-Road America
The rims were motgie racing spoke nines and it was on good year racing slicks. another car was a 1999 toyota gt-one. it was a bright metallic blue with black traklite 1.0 motige rims and a huge wing stood over the car.