Mousetrap (Hard vore)
Mayonnaise, mustard, and pickle juice immediately splattered up against alex's mouth and eyes, and he gagged and coughed as the smell and fluids penetrated his nostrils. "squeeeeeeeeeeak!"
Melanie's One-Night Stand
I know... not my favorite topic, but it's like pickles. now and then, i really enjoy pickles on a burger, but 99 percent of the time i can't stand them.
Kobold Krafts (in the wind)
U-um, t-two patties… ketchup, pickles, bacon, uh… spicy mustard?" "twooooo patties widda pickles an'a ketchup wid' som' spicy mustard on that _bacon_. next!" "just cook me somethin' ya bastard lizard." andrew's grin hadn't faded.
A Different Kind of Trainer - Chapter 3
My mother would be giving me her sternest gaze, if she'd known that i was considering leaving the pickles uneaten.
Kyle: Confessions of a Confused Mutt
The pickles should come in a few." mason's licked his black lips. "i'm getting excited." "i think someone was getting excited over you." "ironic, isn't it?
He who smelled the Roses
Vix looked up from her shredded paper mess to see that her trainer's pickle remained untouched, "fen?"
Somethere Out Where - Death To You Love
Then two lines on the bottom, trailing all the way down to the very cinnamon roll, all coming from the very tip of the pickle's flare.
Brave New Realm: The Trials
"i hear it too," pickle leaned forward, nose nearly touching the surface of the fungus-clad cocoon. "hello, i can hear you. can you hear me?"
Time of War Chpt 4
Cutting up the last half pickle, the one of five she had already cut up, she picked up a large bowl of ice cream and used the knife to simply push the bits of pickle into the bowl.
Desire Of The Flesh
pickles growled out loud and grasped his meaty pole harder, sinking claws into flesh.
My Wonderful Little Sister- The Art of Yiff Part 3
I found the pickles! and...katie! there you are. mine! argh! katie stop, i'm not eating your pickles! oh...sorry. force of habit, daddy sometimes forgot to not eat the last one.
Tea, Tails, and Trimesters [Art Included]
She looked over the small pyramid of pickles on the cutting board. she'd grown so much more sensitive to smell in the past few months so she could easily tell the spicy peppered pickles from the sweeter bread-and-butters even before picking them up.