Bound to Happen
Capi said as he watched tan spice the mutton. “it smells very good!" “thank you, capi!" tan said, tearing off a scrap and giving it to the happy yinglet. “what do you think?" “mmm!"
Self Portrait
It was the reflection of the altered self portrait he had created; bushy mutton chops, longer hair, bigger muscles, and a bulge... his drawing, the changes he had made to his self portrait had changed his real self.
Cry Wolf V – Practice Dummy
Sil was shocked that it didn't try to run and dangled it in front of his face by a leg to examine what was raiding the mutton soup. the creature was froze with fear as two wide green eyes looked back at him.
Captive Audience 2
The blond boy grunted as blond stubble crossed his cheeks, forming short mutton chops.
Rammin' On The Road
But less than ten minutes in a truck with roy and i was moving on from fondling his balls to brushing my fingers along the length of mutton outlined against the leg of his jeans.
Space Junk
The grizzled security veteran was tall and broad shouldered, his face framed by thick mutton chops that were silver and black. his silver hair was pulled back into a short ponytail high on the back of his head.
The Shepherd
There were plenty of other things to eat - grass, deer, fish, but mutton was what they craved. not lamb - a cub was a cub, no matter the species. besides, weaning lambs sucked hard enough to make your tail curl!
Niara's Song - Chapter 2
.: :mutton stew… mutton pie… mutton, roasted over an open flame.: :raw works just fine, for me. also.: he received what felt like a head-butt to the chest through the link. :stop teasing me.
The Wallowing Way
He took a long draw on his cigar before letting the smoke emanate from his lips, following the contours and curls of his mustache and mutton chops as he grinned. jake gave a shy grin back. "i guess you were right...
Tome of the Forbidden
The hell hound heads continued to lick his cheeks, his sideburns growing out into furry mutton chops... but that wasn't all.
Only the Bold - Ikkit
The serving girl dithered as she gathered mutton stew from the pot above the fireplace. "staying the night?" "with sir knight!" the cat stuck out her tongue in displeasure. "not discount sir jayrith!
The Tribe had Always Warred Chapter 3: The Guild
He sets it down at the table, and freja can finally get a good look at it, two rolls, and two bowls of mutton stew. hans says “enjoy" before beginning to eat the meal in silence. freja hesitantly takes a bite from the stew.