The Chimera King Campaign
"rubber bullets?" the parrot said, looking at in question. "am i... what's..." "just a flesh wound," dae said as dieter felt the orca's hand on his shoulder, seeing the first mate looking him over.
The Island Guardian 4 - Hunting the Hunters
The fanged gunman sprang up with twin revolvers from his waists, firing at both oddie and barren with a peppering blast of corks that while were not lethal, most certainly hurt with the impact of rubber bullets.
Cocoon [bahamut 6sic6 commission]
We'd think we'd cornered one finally and then, _whup,_ flash bangs outta mortar shells and rubber bullets the size of medicine balls. aaaaah, man, we were such kids. it was good to have a buddy, while they were breakin' us.
Slick Run, Ep. 4
The realization took a while in coming, but when it did it struck him like a rubber bullet. kaz hadn't made love to him; he was welcoming him to the family, an initiation process. he had been _ordered_ to do it...to do him.
A Favourite Situation Part 1
It looked like a rubber bullet; about as thick as a personal massager tube. it looked very unremarkable, except for the fact that it had what looked like a latch on the bottom.
Lawful and Indecent: Part Six: The Reviving
She had no choice but to follow, her rubber bullets bouncing off the slanted trajectory of the beams below them. every second she righted herself, losing ground, the weasel taunted her, gaining distance quickly. the beam beneath them lifted.
Angels of Aurum 8 - Interstellar Infiltration
bullets before they too were frozen in place.
Fallout: The Winter Wasteland: Vault 228
bullets instead of real ones.
Slick Run, Ep. 2
His waist still burned from where the rubber bullet struck him, and all the bouncing around in the backseat was aggravating the pain. fox felt another headache trying to slip out, but he ignored it for now.
Lawful and Indecent: Part Four: The Baiting
Though, he did it anyway, firing four rubber bullets into jared's head. but due to his size, they bounced off like airsoft pellets, leaving minor scratches.
Don't Let The Music Die
The contents of the tray arced through the air, champagne spattering her, candies and fruit bouncing off her chest like rubber bullets, the glass striking her nose and shattering, streaks of hot pain slicing across her muzzle.