Conundrum, Chapters 1-4
One was an older lady - a raccoon, who didn't seem to understand the u-scan's workings, and a badger who was getting two quarts of motor oil. neither seemed to pay me much mind as they finished up, myself anxious to get this done and get gone.
Sugar Hill Hall Preludes - Jimbo - Part 1
He smelled of gasoline and motor oil, in addition to the normal miasma of alcohol. two of the three smells were reasonable. his dad was a mechanic, third generation owner of the local garage.
Red Twilight God of Hunger Chapter 173
"it is like a mix of rusty motor oil, sour pickle juice, and old chicken fat." his eyes turn to the glowing glove on tail's left hand "what is that?"
Wastelands-Chapter 24-Bleeding Toyota Blue
"there are four, 55 gallon drums of used motor oil on a pallet", james said, "near the back of the warehouse, bring it up here, our specialized weapon requires it as fuel." "gotcha", i said, "back here in ten?"
A Lion's Needs: Night Out (Part 3 of 7)
He smelled of smoky cedar with the faintest touch of motor oil. "you're beautiful." "aww, thank you." i nuzzled his neck. "and you're real handsome." i purred against him. "thanks." he exhaled as he relaxed further against me.
The Victoria Chronicles - 10, A Load of Scrap
Frank came back toting a five-gallon can of gas and a few quarts of motor-oil suitable for an old bike. "here ya go victoria. five gallons of high-grade gas and some oil." he said as he put down the heavy can. "thank you."
Circles (Un)Broken - Ch. 3 : Chase
His deep red fur and hair was properly brushed and combed, and he didn't smell like motor oil and car parts. the white and green sleeveless muscle shirt leo wore showed off his thick, sculpted biceps and thick pecs.
RP Log: Kink Note Chapter 8
Celeste blinked as she replied, looking up at him as if the stag had told her that motor oil rained from the sky. she had been playing games? no, she was checking her stocks! what was going on?
Wastelands-Chapter 11
He was dirty, smelled like smoke, diesel fuel, spent motor oil, blood, sweat and his skinny arms were covered in gashes, cuts and bruises.
That's So Us
He'd also bought some motor oil, a tire gage, baling twine, and nails, as well as a green garden hose and yellow work gloves.
Return to Sender 7 - Wing Fortress Zone
With crude motor oil churning into its half-severed head, the fox doll suddenly ran towards the end of the walkway, shrieking with arms flailing full of lethally sharp instruments from its balled fists.
Return to Sender 6 - Metropolis Zone
Eventually, after a good scouring of the room for the next 6 minutes, they found enough motor oil to cap off the mean bean machine with a healthy ammo stock of black viscous goo sloshing around in the feeding chamber tube on top of it.