UFA Vs. HRF Chapter Four: Pet Shop Showdown and Tragedy
But i couldn't let them see it...their only leader becoming a heap of raging, stressed out tapioca pudding that i was quickly becoming.
Henry Rider and the NuYu Prescription: Chapter Fourteen
Splatsy _splorp_ed into the putrid flesh of zombiesauruscorn rex's leg, sinking into it like a big plastic bag filled with rancid pudding. green goop sprayed out from the wound, and i recoiled from the nasty stuff.
First Impressions
Like vanilla pudding with meat chunks floating in it. except a little more slimy." madison had not exactly passed up a career in food reviewing to join the star patrol, and her description didn't entice any of the others.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 19)
A certain jacob sheep finishes grabbing his dessert (two cups of pudding and a fruit salad), and stalks next to the pigeon, offering a curt nod. "i'm a little hungry tonight." he begins, his voice an awkwardly stiff drawl.
Greetings and Felicitations
"i've finally figured out how to roast chestnuts properly, and we're having wassail, a traditional pudding, lots of food, and i'm hoping to find actual christmas crackers for party favors."
Chapter Five
"my sweet little pudding..!" a female fox with long red velvet hair sprung to him wearing an elegant purple dress. he had distinctive red fur with the occasional white fur markings that travelled up the side of her body.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 33: The Spark and the Stone
Polished boots, hands soft as pudding. if that one’s not trouble, i’ll eat my own hammer.” brilda rolled her eyes. “and yet, you still _like_ him. you just won’t admit it.” “like him? bah. i like my ale thick and my dragons honest.”
There's No Way, Chapter 35
Black pudding? bubble and squeak? haggis? the name of that dish alone is enough to put off most amuricans. i'm guessing that, unless you're anglerfish, you're not likely to know much about those dishes.' “'what would you suggest, ophelia?
Tails Up CH. 1
A sudden wailing tone from her signaled her second orgasm, and he smiled as he bent his knees a little and began pounding her pussy pudding faster and harder then before.
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 2: Caught
"what does your aunt's holiday pudding have to do with anything?" jinn whispered, sounding annoyed. his straining grin told a different story, however. "i can't get these blasted gestures right," dougal fumed.
"From Whom All Blessings Flow," Part B
He dug at the edges of his pudding-bowl with a spoon. "they still lock the north and south great doors, right?"
The Eve of Wintersday
The proof was often in the pudding, or in this case, the very taste of the wine, as every shared in a sip as the clock struck midnight.