Never Surrender. (The hateful betrayal)
Oh," the musteline turned hir head back to the room in general and shouted, "hold things down without me!" then took off, the relieved feline in tow.
Making Scents of Life - Part 5: Passion
They'd only chatted a bit about music before she had to run, but the slim swimmer had found herself attracted to the sexy musteline.
Exiles of Mossflower: Prologue
There were a hundred and thirty-four of us then, soldiers in the service of the musteline republic. our nation was under attack from both within and without.
The Christmas Present
The scent of her musteline heat mixrd well with his musk. they were lost in each other. they were the only two people in the world. she choked back a scream as she hit her climax. his was soon.
Making Scents of Life - Part 3: Reflections
A heart-shaped face with a short musteline muzzle. auburn hair framing dark grey eyes as they tumble down over her shoulders.
Battle of the bulge
The musteline struggled against him moving his tail along the neck of the wolf, his other leg tryin to strike at his other shoulder, anything but he couldn't get enough leverage with either to do anything.
Red stays up late
The marten kneeled down behind her and his pointed musteline muzzle disappeared between her thighs as he licked her from behind.
Tempest Furry: Chapter Two
You can wear some of my clothing so you don't stick out like an avian in the middle of a musteline convention." colin stood and walked with him back to tsuzuki's room for a change of clothes. colin was given a red tunic to wear for his stay.
Dragonfly's Future: Unchained (Ch 3)
When he squeezed the nubs once more, the raccoon hissed as another stream of milk pulsed from them, showcasing how much effect his serpents had infected his musteline sex slave with.
Insomnia
He erupted in a series of massive spurts of his warm, thick musteline cum, spraying over his chest and belly.
Otters
Kip lay beside her, taking a moment to gaze at the perfect musteline form just inches from him, the otter beside whom he hoped to stay, each day as perfect as this.
Bruxa 2/2: Size Isn't Everything
The mouse felt the weight on her shift as bruxa curled into a crescent with musteline flexibility, nervously watching the hunter's dark tongue lap along its toes to clean them off, then found herself crumpled into a ball and passed from forepaw to hindpaw