Unreeled1
Old terran joke about freezing temperatures and a brass monkeys scrotum. "all yours, have fun on the way back. they sending someone to clean up this mess?" "yep..
Murder at the Speed of Life, part 3
We were both thrown off balance and tumbled to the floor while brass splinters and dust charged through the air. "far out," gasped lasalle. "you saved my life. who are you, again?"
The Lunt Street Ripper’s Sentence (10)
The wolf knelt down and felt underneath it for a screw and a bolt, which he turned and thus secured a brass pin through the base of the toy so that it was firmly attached onto the chair's structure.
Bull Bros
Their blunt muzzles bumped up against each other and his thick brass nose ring bounced against the other bulls.
What Memories Owe Us
Taken from a brass cacophony you prevented an elegy with the softest touch, so tender. now the nights turn to foam drifting back home, back under, they surrender.
Winter's Fall
The bear shrugged sadly, petting the forearm of the brass dragon and trying to lick under his spineful chin. it made the dragon whimper a bit. "what's wrong?" the brass one sighed, slumping. "you made fun of my meatballs." it caused the two to chuckle.
The Great Lustful Plan, part 3
Gor-rok's own cum splattered against taurox's brass-clad chest, dripping down towards his groin. it didn't last long.
Where The Frost Rose Withers
Laying in the fields was a brass dragon on it's back, which appeared to be napping or just resting. one small glace of it put a smile on the bear's face, as he walked towards it.
Last Man Standing
They keep us out of the brass now, keep us in the lines where we can let the instincts do the most good. sure hope we can rein it back when this hell is over. won't be a win at all if we have to become what they hated to get it.
Halloween with Eblis
His hands sported armored gauntlets with separate fingers, complete with brass segments over each knuckle and brass trim at the end of the wrist bell.
Mushrooms, Turtles and Pipes, Oh My! 16 - Haunting Music
It wasn't even a song, but rather some sort of forlorn brass intro, followed by a hollow tinkling melody, almost as if recorded from a music box.
Skyfall Chapter 13
He had crafted a brass handle that twisted like a unicorn's horn. the brass was etched with silver markings that danced in the curves of the twisted shape. "i hope you don't mind." the man said as he handed me the dagger, "it felt right."