DREADWOLF Chapter 3
"that.... that actually tastes pretty good... i guess the smell is just due to them having never heard of the concept of hygiene..."
August 5: At the Ooshima Inn
The first taste did not disappoint. the vegetables had that balance of softness and crispness, and the hotdog bits were still juicy. soy sauce was a bit overpowering and maybe a bit of sweetness could help it taste even better.
Entering The Night
Power and lust flood your body as you taste that crimson elixir, igniting the primal need for the coppery taste of life.
Chapter Ten - The First Step To Victory
"free good tasting food." "i might be food, but i don't want to be eeeeaten." she giggled as she floated down and circled upside down around electra. "looots of things eat me because of my strawberry taste."
The Couple that Eats Together
It tasted wonderful, the sauce was excellent and the pasta itself had a mild taste with a hint of garlic. nothing like the bland pasta he was used to. he savored the taste for a few long moments then swallowed it down his throat.
Duplicity (Vore, Cat/Squirrel, F/m)
Man, you taste good, squirrel." his fear reached a whole new level, and it was a safe bet that his expression showed that. she thought he tasted good...oh, no...that was like the final nail in the coffin.
A Legendary Tail: Part Two
"can you stop being a meanie for one second, and let me have a taste?" "you already had a taste." "another taste than?" "no!!!"
Property of Wesley Telecom
The pills were said to taste like a "full-course meal", but he couldn't taste anything. maybe it was because he had them so many times, or maybe that's what it actually tasted like. it said it had zucchini, but what even was zucchini, anyways?
A New Lifestyle
To say the least, it wasn't as bad as i would have expected, it turns out, that my taste buds had been altered slightly through the process. and was i grateful for that!
The Dog Hole: Chapter 11 -- Maddox
"tastes real. so did my old fling." bebe's spine stiffened at the comment; a predicable yet honest reaction. he examined the persistent figment in front of him.
A poem of home
To taste old tastes to smell old scents to hear sounds once familiar, half forgotten mind's wonder and senses delight nature's bounty and home soil the familiar yet strange the strange yet familiar, change stations robin for sparrow, and squirrel
Moo Moo Milk
And her sisters, having heard how he tasted hoped to get a hold of one. gin was enjoyed by the oblivious passersby. not once knowing of the predatory miltank that grazed at moo moo farm.