Tre

A cup of hot coffee steamed in front of him. and his hand... his hand was being held by another male. and not just held but caressed, fingers stroking the back of his paw, as the human listened to him spew out his life story.

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Apprentice to the Greasemonkey 03

The deer poured hot coffee on himself. pain was definitely visible in his face. "now command him to get your food, pet." sun's grip was still on valtter's mind, guiding him through it. the lion did so. "out those doors and through the square.

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Voretober 5th - "Café"

"not bad at all," he observed, enjoying the warmth that hot coffee brought to his body. it was a welcome contrast to the cold weather that was beginning to set in.

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The Blessing of an Anal Bead

There's a thermos of hot coffee in the cab. i'll get your car out." ~~~~~ "is my car okay?" said jenny when dana climbed back into the cab.

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Mercenary [Part 1]

In his room a cup of hot coffee was already waiting for him in a cup slot in the machine. he yawned once again before slipping into his uniform and sat at the table, with a cup of coffee in his paw. nothing like a morning coffee...

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High Tail High Chapter 9: New Work

He blinked, taking a swig of his steaming hot coffee. "mike...?" "h-hmph?" "is there something you wanna say?" "n-no hun."

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The Darkness Before Dawn

I clasped my hot coffee to steal some warmth into my hands as i sat back in front of my computer.

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Chapter 6: Exposed in the light.

After several minutes, a hot coffee was placed in his fingers, which curled around them instinctively. trav sat heavily into the seat opposite him, sipping his own drink, and eyeing his friend apprehensively.

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Chapter 12: Unexpected visitors.

The krynn choked, eyes wide as he snorted hot coffee through his nose across the counter, before bending over the bench coughing loudly.

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Friendship is Hunted: Origin of the Hunt

Sure enough, the huntsman was nonchalantly pouring himself what was unmistakably a cup of hot coffee, whistling cheerily as his horned head bounced back and forth, tapping a foot as he turned to look upon the soft face of fluttershy. "miss fluttershy.

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The Return of Psychopuss

It appeared to be coffee, and very hot coffee at that, because my tail was dangling down close, and i could feel strong heat wafting up to the tip from the cup. i realized where this was going and stared up at him with renewed terror.

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