Chapter 3
She watched as the pancakes thickened and let them brown for a few minutes. once they were done, she placed them on a plate, grabbing orange juice and pouring it into three cups. she grabbed the plate of pancakes and set them on the table. "here, baby."
CYOE - Path A - Health First
I grabbed a fork and moved a few pancakes onto a plate that was set out for me, too. they were soft and hot. my fork sank into them easily. it made me hungrier, it seemed.
The pain of Blue Lion
"now, make it become a pancake," andrew said, imperturbably.** **julia laughed.
Average Day At The Wolfe House
The next sounds were to be expected for a friday, his mother and father already awake and downstairs, preparing what seemed to be chocolate pancakes.
[The Last Commissions] A Breakfast Story
That said, pancakes...and vore, and macro/micro theming abound. the god seemed to enjoy it, and hope you have fun too.
Keep Singing
He glanced over at the pan with the heart-shaped pancake still cooking inside. "i was wondering why you wanted to buy those squeeze bottles." mark turned, grabbing the spatula and carefully scooping it under the finished pancake.
Lonely Oak Chapter 3
Miss rachaun worked the butter-laden knife across the pancakes like an artist--a skill which all moms have.
Everwinter Ch24: Rate of Convergence
pancakes?" i did my best to hold back the tickling sensation of laughter, and stepped into the room, "pancakes sound fine. say... is there something different about you?"
Grasping at Shadows
There was a long pause that was broken when the elderly lioness returned carrying a stack of pancakes and several plates. "thank you granma." kayla beamed and hugged the woman before setting the pancakes onto the table.
Making the afternoon snacks
She didn't want to leave her dear friend for last, but preparing those pancakes was a delicate job for her, but it seemed that panke didn't mind that much, with how fast he was eating his sweets.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:13
Also darling, you're leaning in the pancakes." malcolm quickly released his grip, leaning back into his seat with a blush. "sorry ms. bellwether." the wolf grinned sheepishly as wiped smushed pancakes off the apron he was wearing.
Bench of Commonality
The raccoons all reached out at once and started grabbing pancakes by the pawful. 'better jump in quick timothy, when it comes to food around here it's everyone for themselves,' said mrs wilson.