Airport
Eli giggled, "it's like, eighty miles from here, right?" "no no..." shane laughed, "it's eighty kilometres. that's a whole other thing..." eli sighed softly and rested his head on shane's shoulder as they approached the conveyor belt.
Battle Stations
"look, i may or may not have who or what you're looking for, but i do know this fat bitch has sixteen eighty millimeters point defense cannons and about a metric ass ton of ablative armor.
Weapon - Reflection
Coming out to stand before the pedestal, one of the men cleared his voice quietly and murmured into the mic, "general heather walters with eighty six percent of the vote."
Adventures with Asmodeus 1
>you see anon, jaw agape, processing eighty years of memories of you two together flowing into his mind.
A Long Drive
# Chapter 1: A Long Drive _June 7'th 1988 08:00 Hours West Woodburn, Northumberland, North East England_ It wasn't the scents that woke me, nor the sounds, nor even the vibrations through the earth of dozens of feet treading the ground not...
[Frak.TR]
"maybe not eighty feet," the puffin replied, shifting again and pressing the strap-on toy against the badger's pussy, "still pretty big though" the badger didn't respond, gasping instead as her lover thrust the toy into her.
[Request] A Game of Hide and Eat
"...eighty three, eighty four, eighty five..." it was very amusing to be playing this sort of children's game at his age, but wulfric wasn't complaining.
Full circle (Bear/human, bear/bear, zoo and vore)
"eighty years the treaty has held. oh, occasionally one of us breaks it and eats the inuit. or, a few of them hunt us. but by and large it has held. for eighty years my word, the treaty i forged has kept the peace. thus we are almost friends.
Cur County, Chapter One - Ice In My Veins
Over the last eighty years, few species have done better for themselves than the dogs, however.
Zootopia: First Salvo Part 10
Mount eighty one ready to go!" he called to the cic. "aye....mount eighty one ready." the cic replied. 11:40 am.... captain selfridge heard the responses from the weapons stations as they cried their readiness to the cic...."spy eyes?
Pro Bono, Pt 1.
“eighty-five thousand..." tomas chokes out. “what?!" “his bond is eighty-five thousand." “oh, daddy!" whitney drops to her knees, looking up at him. “i'm sorry! are you going to be able to pay that?" “with what?!
Farewell, My Master
"my pet...my love - you...you're just as beautiful now...as when i first bought you, eighty-four years ago..." he rasped, the coughed, a rattling sound in his chest. "i..." stammered the vixen, eyes widening.