Robbin' Wood
"you dumped quite the load in me on top of the metric ass-load of cream i always have brewing in these tanks, plus the pittance your first customer managed to squirt in me."
Wolf River - Chapter 1
When the water finally began to boil, he dumped in a generous amount of coffee and sat back, watching the sky gradually lighten as the coffee brewed.
The Knight and The Muse
Ah, he wondered if jenesse was serving her homemade honey brew, or if that fat titted mare from the southlands was about, selling her wares. . . “the katan shall honor you shortly, master yoris." ah? “oh?" he looked up.
The New Guy
The boy was a gifted alchemist, but whenever he wasn't either brewing potions or talking about brewing potions he floundered socially. lucios had seen it in action.
This Can't Be Bleach, It Smells Better
That was the most convenient part of having a son old enough to drink coffee: there was always a fresh brew when william had a late morning.
Letter to the Unknown
After checking the mail, finding nothing but the usual bills, he started up some coffee and took a quick shower while it brewed. his brain, too, brewed up an idea as he washed the heat and musk off his body.
Transformation Stream Story 22: Coffee for the Fox in You
Ignoring the happily grinning fox with a cup of coffee on the logo, storm measured out the proper measure of grounds for his machine and started the brewing process.
Bribery
It was a rich, fruity brew, and one that muddled his thoughts before he was halfway through the mug. at some point, he lost track of where he'd put it, and had to order another one.
Burning Curiosity
Unlocking his door and opening it up, he's surprised to get the smell of fresh-brewed coffee greeting his nose. baffled, he steps inside the house, glancing toward the kitchen.
Rolf & Abraxas, part 2
The dragon's words devolved into growls and whimpers as he grew closer to the edge of release, his internal testicles aching to finally spend their load that had been brewing inside for so long.
The Bar Maiden
Lukewarm, poorly brewed, and lacking any describable flavor that would possibly resemble something one might actually wish to ingest, he swallowed the brew regardless; the alcohol might help him fall asleep quicker so he could avoid any further disappointments
Cayden Wilde in Calling the Shots - Final Episode
Images began twisted and turning within the green brew. there was a large, rotund man dressed in a toga with a laurel of olive branches around his head.