The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 16
Sometimes she would find a scrap of bread or a cup of water, always placed just within her reach, so she had to stretch and bend and grope to find them.
Female Friendship (FNAF Mangle Vore Story)
This nasty pile of scrap should really learn her lesson once and for all. mangle closed her eyes and made the first loud gulp, pushing chica's big head inside of her tight throat.
Mountainside Mating
To any observer, he may have been recovering, preparing to make good his escape before the female decided that she didn't quite have enough prey to tolerate him on her scrap of territory.
any old iron
scrap man here!"
Chapter 02 - Cyanide and Old Lace
Within five minutes the entire armored brigade was nothing more than scrap metal. from his remote command car the maniacal weapon-smith screamed in frustration.
The Artist’s Model
Penelope martins. " i handed the scrap back to her. "well penelope, you like art do you? follow me." she was still a little in awe of who i was. i wasn't.
The Herd
With one strong pull, the flimsy rags tore along every seem, bursting into a pile of cotton scraps.
The Need to Breed
When a scavenger breaks into an abandoned enclave science facility, he finds there’s more waiting for him than mere scrap metal and parts... based on a suggestion and created with help by [@galen55](/u/galen55) .
Perdie's Affair, Part 3
The scraps will be as fresh as they will ever be." i let him lead, blushing. cobalt had a great eye for food, and i trusted his choice. but far better than the meal was afterwards. and sure enough, the scraps were delicious.
BFG
Your canteen \>the first gnolls you spot are males perched up in the watchtowers flanking the front gate \>they are stout, burly creatures with some pretty mismatched clothing; most wear casual clothes stretched over their bestial frames and leather scraps
Freeing The Beast: Bloody Fangs
scrapping them up some, my pants didn't help stop my knees from getting scrapped but made it worse. i got up and tried to dust myself off, but stopped from my hurt hands.
Goooooooood Doggie!
Confused, she searched for the scraps, looked for something to seize, to eat... but not a ribbon of tasty meat was thrown in for her to fight for.