A Clockwork Tanuki
The first mouthful of the artificial tanuki's scat was like nothing i'd ever tasted before -- the mechanical smell of motor oil, a strangely gritty texture, and an unforgettable flavor that managed to be both filthy and inorganic.
Love for Sale: Chapter 4
Now his smell was permanently imprinted; smoke, motor oil, wax, musk, and an after-inhalation of chloryphyll. at least the smell of fear did not include a release of urine. "i'll be here for a few hours at least. you may go, bolli-san." "are you sure?
Judy Hopps, Corporate Cop, Epilogue
"aside from the occasional desire to drink motor oil, not bad." nick joked, as he considered his prosthetic hand. testing the mechanical joints.
Bigger Fish
It curled around his cock, hot and slick as fresh motor oil, and stripped it clean. it cradled his balls, tugging them, pulling the stag's musk and cum from them. with a soft slurp, it slid lower, and cleaned the lion's mess from his hole.
Syngeneia Kathairein part 42
He is fat,so fat, that his belly looks like an angry puffer fish flopping about on land and the toxic vapors of stale body odor, motor oil and sexual fluids rapes your nasal senses.
Controlled Impulses: Chapter 2
Droplets of golden brown motor oil dotted my own black fur. i was soaked in sweat. i may have been filthy and tired, but i had finished all the day's chores in barely three hours! this left me lots of time for the real work.
Fixing One Leak, Causing Another
His own scent was softer, but it was still present enough for kyra to glance it over the familiar scent of motor oil and freshly cleansed metal.
Kings And Killers Make Hair Metal...Magical (Chapter One)
"floor one: lingre, motor oil, and petting zoo." "mother of pearl. i have to sit through that 10 more times. damn it harrison. you fail even at button pushing. i like the fact we do not know what each floor is. eck! why?"
Parlor Talk
Big hunky muscular panther, a lot like this stranger, always smelled like motor oil and exhaust, wore only baggy boxers under his work overalls...
Creating Angels
I was about to reply when i noticed she was examining herself in the light, transfixed at the sunlight painting tiny rainbows onto her black feathers, like water on motor oil.
Preying on the Past - Ch. 4 The More Things Change...
oil by tripping on the bucket.
Erotic Asphyxiation
This smell wasn't like the sweetness of his balls, this one was more heavy, and almost as heady as motor oil. "now take huff in some of that scent, nasty pup."