Triplet Caution
\>she stares at the undulating mass of brown fuzz piled by her chest for a few moments before reaching out and lifting one into the air \>”here, take daisy.”
The Instinct
He eyed his rock pile once more. this felt great, despite his fears, so maybe just a few more wouldn't hurt... he got up and lowered his head to his pile for a second round. this time, he was a bit more adventurous.
The Waystone's Call - A Solarpunk Short Story
The metal piles surrounding the clearing shifted one by one. landslides of scrap slid down the piles of machinery. the soldiers in the clearing whirled to assess the threat. massive angular shapes emerged from the rubble.
The unexpected surprise for the dragoness
The squire viewed piles of gold and jewels with a bed fit for a king. food was there and he dropped his sword. the knight continued as the dragon came from the entrance.
FATBlock
Pikachu was guided to the pile and was promptly seated, and instructed specifically to eat the entire pile; absentmindedly digging in with little thought.
Human boy to Elite hero CH.4
As jacob looks around, he starts to notice grunts and jackals spread out in many groups, salvaging weapons, and piling dead human bodies in piles, and once that pile was big enough, pyro elite would set the dead pile on fire.
Aiming down the sights
Sunset picked up a huge pile of wood with ease. the phins were moving on to the next beach and the four dragons were helping them with moving and packing. rykuu was acting as a mechanic, fixing the caravans.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 49
Her throat stung so much with every breath that it felt like she had swallowed a pile of iron nails, and that's also exactly what her mouth tasted like.
Minimum Wage Wrestling #4
The fans cheer and whistle as bunbuns collapses, once again falling onto the pile of legos as the big wolf gets on top of him for the cover. the referee counts, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3!" _ding-ding-ding!
On The Hunt Ch. 1
piles of corpses, many still rotting, were the cause of the putrid stench. i looked through some of the more dry piles of bones and fur for any jewelry of coins that i could pillage.
Chapter 1 of: Not Your Average School Year
After 20 minutes furs of all kinds piled into the classroom, chit-chatting and laughing, enjoying their mornings like most people would do.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part VII
A controller fell out of the pile followed by several usb connectors and an old headphone extension he'd lost ages ago. her claws moved with an artisan's grace.