Cynjinn Island
Dry sea foam, dry sand, rotten . . . mackerel? definitely the same dead thing he had rolled on two days before.
Leviathan Chapter Thirteen: Early Memories
Leviathan was contemplating the gradual disappearance of the pacific mackerel, their replacement with nearly identical daughters, and what that might mean for potential gains to her waistline when little sister nudged her more fully awake. "what is it?"
Extinction Agenda, Finale
Not even her mask could stop the wave of foul odor that suddenly smacked her in the face like a days old mackerel. except there was no fish in the room. "madre de dios..." her eyes became as wide as plates.
Chapter 17-nonsense
You know me, brown mackerel tabby." "is this your idea of a prank call? i don't get it." how can he not know me? "can you, uh, just transfer me to lily then?" "you mean officer schulz?" "yes."
Let's Hit The Road 5 - Crouching Raptor, Burning Rabbit
"well...maybe a few here, holy mackerel they cheated how much out of that school!?!" "ooh lemme see!" max looked over out of interest while james looked around the place on his own.
The X-Hunters: Chapter 1
Damn, i'm getting bored of it... " after a nice, hot cinnamon bun with shrike, i replicated some salt mackerel - beagle's favorite.
Black and White Frills all over Ch 3/4
Ruby gave a small snort as she grabbed her toast which seemed to be topped with smoked mackerel "she doesn't always need to make fish, just cause she is a cat" she said placing the entire half piece of bread into her mouth at once.
Housepets! - Graped in Gallifrax
. \* \* \* \* \* grape munched rather uncontentedly on the raw mackerel. "i _had_that, you know," max whined, after failing quite miserably to buy some fish from the market. "they can't under_stand_us, dummy!"
Facing Demons 2: Hard Bargain
"h-holy mackerel," he whispered, staring up at the smear of cum slowly drooling down the mirror. he'd done it. he'd made jizz.
New Alveri Chronicles: Heliana (Chapter 1)
Salt mackerel added a burst of salty goodness to any set up, even if you needed a dozen of the tiny fish to make a mouthful.
Two of a Kind- Prostitute spies?!
For some strange reason, he smelled like mackerel and seagull mixed together, and his tongue tasted like chum. how did i know these things? i went fishing with my dad once. _once_. i moaned for him, trying to keep up the act.
A simple story III : Part 12
Ed was in the kitchen, marinating slices of mackerel for the next dinner, naked as usual under his apron, all the more willingly since sammy had moved to live his own life.