Meeting Mander
Take the tank!!" the desert hound looked at the tank, then back at mander with the most mischievous grin ever. they were free!
Green Eyed Daughter - Wetness by the water tank.
The two fuckers kept going, as karen jumped up on the water tank stand and sat to watch, and wait her turn.
Red Storm chapter 2
Yuri aimed and fired a shot at a tank; the bullet hitting in between the driver's and co-axial's position; which sparked vibrantly as the bullet glanced off of it. "shit..." yuri hissed under his breath as it continued its advance.
Orange Crush
Andy marched up to the tank, his flat leathery beaver tail bobbing in time with his steps.
Not So Simple ~Part 5
The tank revved and accelerated, plowing into the house and coming to a stop. neither the tank crew nor the ones who fired the rocket emerged.
Chapter 2: A Warm Welcome Home
A murmur arose as the gathered brass began discussing what to do, and tank sighed. this wasn't his game, and he felt out-of-place, as always, amongst such assemblies.
Ablaze Ch.18: Battle of Senchen (15)
He will send forward his tanks, of course, but he also has divisional artillery at his disposal.
Tracks
A paw waved from the hatch of the tank ahead, and gray pulled the tank to a stop. chang immediately dropped down from above. "what is it? what's wrong?" "pulling up. not sure why." three figures jogged back towards their tank.
Bone King: Drunken Shenanigans
The hoses were in place, the bubble bath was in the water tank and the bulk of the tankers were dispersing into the shadows to watch.
Charm School: Drunk Tank
The drunk tank itself wasn't a tank at all; located in the hall just outside the dining room, it was only a little bit bigger than the average broom closet.
Read the Master Service Agreement
The prongs slid into the grooves on the storage tank and locked into place. the floor bolts on the tank released, and the claw began to ascend, taking the rottweiler in the tank with it.
Exposure
This was something I wrote while I was trapped inside my house, recovering from eye surgery. No weight lifting, no aerobic exercise, no mowing the lawn or working on cars - what's a 220 pound rottweiler to do but write porn? But as usual, I was...