Chapter XXII
Fay couldn't help herself, she linked her pure white paws around the back of his head and brought him into a deep kiss, mashing her muzzle into his mouth, almost with desperation, her long canind tongue stroked the inside of his mouth gently, soothingly.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 5
Ander rose up as best he could against banno's crushing weight and punched the brute right in the face, mashing his lips against his teeth. he could feel them clearly in that instant, even through the skin, like daggers against his knuckles.
Legacy: Chapter 3
He took a cautionary step forward, and the vulpix's front legs collapsed when it tried to take a step backward, mashing its deformed face into the dirt. a rumble escaped its mouth as the monster pushed itself back up.
Irish Lads (Chapter 1)
"i'll have the garden salad with a side of mashed potatoes." replied alaster "can i get something for you two to drink?" "i'll take a beer." said leroy. "me too." said alaster.
Furtropolis Prologue
This is actually a recycled idea on some of the pokecity stories i did mashing them all into one for a (hopefully) well written story! the first lewd story of '22 will be posted hopefully before january ends so look forward to that! buijay out!
Nobody's Servant, Part 17 - Cover To Cover
One doesn't simply steal a holy site, let alone mash two of them together, let alone do that without either god involved noticing, so suraokh's method of sticking someone with a reaper blessing still eludes me.
The Cult of the Moth
Then he moved to a bowl of mashed potatoes, marveling over the salty, buttery, fluffy textures. he then tried changing up the pace a bit, swapping to a different bowl of tossed salad to breathe a bit and lighten up his palette.
Teddy Bear
He was sitting mashed in with a bunch of beanie babies on the top shelf of a spinning carousel. the dingy light coming in through the front door and windows illuminated what appeared to be a toy store.
Unintended Intruder - 03
This day sam left a few bites of hash brown ... a kid mashed her pancakes into an unrecognizable pile ... a woman did not eat her toast ... a bit of sausage hit the floor and needed to be replaced.
Anthro Cuisine
He chewed with his maw open, mashing and chomping it in a way that would offend even the poorest mannered human. of course, the other wolves were no different.
Henry Rider and the NuYu Prescription: Chapter Thirty Four
I would barge in, interrupt somebody’s oh-so-important appeal for a better selection of instant mashed potatoes at the grocery store or something, and the council would shush me like a toddler.
Good Life
Perfect seasoning and a very light char on the steak, mashed potatoes that were more buttery and fluffy than a fat corgi, and vegetables that had been steamed to utter perfection.