Last Days of the VSC Steadfast III [Mini-Fic]
Blackened spots had grown around access panels and buttons, wires around the breach began to spark and melt into an indiscernible mass of slag...
Planetfall
The job turns perilous on impact when their pods reveal themselves as darters, drilling underground and incinerating into molten slag, leaving the team stranded. forced to continue with their task, they quickly encounter groups of the native felids.
Fall From Grace, Chapter Nine
Behind him, a smoking crater now laid in the street, the tinges of blue flame melting the stone into slag. kavaia had been thrown into the wall of an ore processing facility, her right leg blown off just below the hip.
Enclave Inquiries [5/9]
Now reduced to slag as researchers frantically scribbled notes and reviewed footage of the demonstration. "well" kate's bespeckled superior began, adjusting his glasses as he looked ever-so-pleased with himself as much as the officer.
Flame Trees
It orbited the slagged ball of nardrossia calmly, in silent witness to the travels of the planetary corpse. the station was a place of mourning for many, and it was a home for the kangaroos of the avanguard in place of what they'd lost.
My brother's keeper
You dirty little slag." "i—i didn't—it wasn't—" "it was." joey withdrew his thumb. max whined at the sudden emptiness. "that was a sissygasm, wasn't it? your first one. your little clitty leaking all over yourself while your pussy milked my thumb."
Stalled (Cock TF + Lizard + TFTG)
I'm not slagging off people for liking it, but i don't like the idea of loss of agency. playing with it, sure. corruption, mind control, bimbofication, eh. becoming nothing but an dick? what if your host gets a nasty infection?
Cracking Ships
It would have taken too long to slag the door, so instead the hybrid thrusted as fast as he could to the front of the ship and specifically where the mounts were that held it in place.
TBW:IQ - Chapter Four: Industrialised Estates And Junk Yards
"you are such a little slag." shouted jeremy. "whore!" "bitch." screamed hector. "two-bit slut!" "cow bag." yelled sebastian. "you are so dead. i am going to kill you. painfully and slowly." "will you sebastian?"
From My Patreon: The Princess and the Egg
Their ashen outlines lay briefly against their thrones until the centuries old metal and marbel turned to slag. still she continued to grow until the throne room itself felt like a cage.
Fall From Grace, Chapter Thirty Seven
Metal slagged, flesh evaporated. above it all, growths of plague wormed their way across the roots, slithering deep into the bark. “sadik,” calisto said, her voice coming from a distance.
Emma (Part 2)
The bombs only slagged the side of a couple of buildings and perhaps bubbled the paint of the cars below.