Fixing the truck
fixing the truck by: beefy the bull what do you do when the truck breaks down?
Fixing the Elevator
"i can't fix this until tomorrow." he said to himself. he started reaching behind his head ,he scratches the back of his neck and places the agitator on the drier.
A Quick Fix
. ========================= a quick fix by anawyn the dragon lounged in the comfortable room, sprawled out lazily with his head on his paws. he was waiting for his friend to arrive.
The Seven (fixed it)
-Renny "Finally lessons are over and I can go to sleep." the door to my room, if you could call it that it was more like a monastic cell, creaked loudly as I opened it. My room is about 12 ft by 12 ft by 12 ft it has a small bed in the left hand...
the summoning (fixed)
What the fuck are you looking at, get your ass up here and fix this. now! i turned to my mom who looked like she was going to cry. just go, i'll be ok. my mom said as a tear came from her eye. it's ok mom.
"Fixing the Faucet"
"repairman seeking married man's tools to fix a faucet".
A fatal fix
A fatal fix ivan walked down the empty metal walk-way - passing the line of open cells as he went towards the fellow inmate he had been directed to.
Interlude: Fixing Friendship
"...and then she said that there's no way you can make a dishwasher that cleans dishes with wubs and I was like, screw that, I'm Vinyl Scratch!" The pony sitting across from the famous DJ sighed and tried his best to concentrate on his newspaper, but...
Don't Fix the Dogs
"i've got a bitch in heat that needs fixing," rachel said, rubbing her hand up quentin's chest. "well we don't fix the dogs here, but i think i can provide some momentary comfort," said quentin picking up on her suggestions and kissing her.
The Quick Fox Fix
The quick fox fix "darrgh!" a voice called out, echoing along the empty halls of the workshop.
Fixing the First Mistake
The second part of the story- more to come, eventually! Again, this is vile, mid waroping stuff, featuring sex, transformation, and bodily distortion, and should not be read by the squeamish. ...
User Is Not A Robot. Fixing...
"Ugh, nuisance thing." Ofenna muttered to herself, she'd been browsing the web, flicking between several sites she often frequented only for one to now interrupt her with the familiar grid of images used by sites to try to deter bots. The prompt was to...