The Great Prophet Of Zao Chapter 12: Here We Stand
Eros stops the story as he turns around to reach into a cotton sack and pulls out a green apple. he takes a bite out of the apple and returns back to his story while still chewing on his breakfast.
You Can't Hide It Forever - Part I
I yelled, grabbing my head with my cotton-ensnared hands. trapped. i felt so trapped. hands bound together, that fucking line inside my head... _oh god, this isn't happening right now!_ i was not about to let this happen on a date. no way.
The Start of Something
The fox was wearing a grey cotton tank top, along with some athletic grey shorts to go with it. the fox also was wearing a red bike helmet, making sure he was safe in case of an accident.
A Day in the Undersector
Her words were softer than cotton and at last managed to pierce the husk of toughness he carried around with him as a suit of armor. he returned the gesture, leaning slightly to reach her height but opting to stay silent.
Winter's Bloom - Chapter 2
"now wait jus' a cotton-pickin' moment here!" applejack couldn't contain herself any longer. "what's all this 'bout 'changelings' this and 'conflict' that? who are you ponies? where am i?
MLP:FiM:Chapture 8: Let em Talk
Washington asked realizing his throat had a feeling of shredded cotton balls. big macintosh swung a table that was connected to bed that washington was laying on. applejack poured a glass of water, stuck a straw in and placed it in front of washington.
Swords, Sisters, and the she-wolf
Rad must have known these things, for he often made her pretty things and would use his coppers to buy miria a cotton scarf each winter. only rad had ever seemed to pay miria any real attention.
The Elysian School of Recreational Podiatry
I gently took a cotton swab and dipped it in lotion, tracing it across the curves of her instep. with her eyes closed she must've thought i had one in the other hand.
A Sip of Coffee
The buttons on her blouse vanished and the firm formal fabric softened into soft tee shirt cotton. the neck dipped down lower, showing more of tiffany's white fur against the purple and black stripes that now filled her v-neck tee.
Drawing on the Past
Maybe nine years old, he wore only a dark and dirty brown kosode of homespun cotton. his hair was a ragged mop, and he both looked and smelled like he had not bathed in many days. "oh! uh, who are you?"
Cold Days - Chapter 1
She started shaking, and before i knew it the corgi's muzzle was buried into my cotton t-shirt, crying. i pet her head and down her back trying my best to comfort her. i was just as scared as her, though.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 30
All the sound in the world, all the shouts, the screams, the weeping, became strangely dampened, as if someone had stuffed her ears full of cotton.