HardClone: Chap IV

He blinked and looked down into the oat and sage grass filled bowl. "what?" he asked. "i was just tr'ying t'see how much sugar you have in th'ere. you seem a little hyper today." she let a soft smile come to her lips.

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Squeaky Pool Fun

Jake pushed his meat into the open maw hole of the dragon while speaking to greg "i bet i can shoot more into this fuck toy than you" greg smacked the dragons squeaky ass and pushed into the tight tail hole equally far as his fellow equine "bring it on oat

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Symphony: The Other Side of Midnight

See, i've been doing a lot of traveling over the years, sowing my wild oats and all those other clichés, and came across many very interesting, multifaceted, and amazingly hot individuals in my journeys.

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Bronze Age Anthro Notes (WIP)

Beans may be eaten, but they'd have access to things like sesame, oats, and apples, which may be used in cooking with hot oatmeal instead of something like millet or barley porridge.

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Gelding the Stallion

No, the last thing he remembered was eating a breakfast of oats in the stables where he lived before getting to work for the day. but it was night! he snorted, lifting his head high as his eyes rolled, the whites showing anxiously. that was so long ago!

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Pony Town

Our teeth were modified along with our jaws, and now we are perfectly content to eat oats and mash, not to mention hay. i guess maybe our guts were modified as well as i have no problem digesting such fare, and find it to be quite filling and tasty.

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The Greys Chapter 23: Brunch

When he planted his oats, he wouldn't man up 'n help me raise him. i thought bout cummin home, but i'z too a'feared a what erryone'd say.

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Confessions of a shiteater

My first intention was to keep it slow and loving, but i quickly lost composure at the flavor : it was a perfect mix between bitterness, the sweetness of grass and oats, salt and horse musk. it was matching the smell, but with a more lovely way.

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Open Season Chapter 41:Saturday Night Perdition

"--s_o_i've sown a few wild oats..." "a few?" his friend said "you could qualify for a _farm_loan!" and when she set two glasses of beer before a lovely otter gal and this shifty eyed possum... "oh gaylord, i've heard_so_much about you..."

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Furs in Steam Chapter 3

"that's a laugh," she retorted through a muzzle full of warm creamy oats and berry, "we get whatever tips we can scrape up and a few meager shards worth maybe one admission to the show.

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Filling the Void - Chapter Eighteen

"oats and fruit with grass juice, again? sparing a glance at lucas, victus noticed that although he was maintaining his affable expression, his ears now had an ever-so-subtle twist to them. he was annoyed, but hiding it.

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Training a Ha'tinre (2)

He placed a bowl of steaming oats before her. she could see he had sprinkled it with sugar, something she hadn't had since she'd been a child. glancing back up at him, he smiled.

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