Auto Maintenance
The sun was well into its descent when Nathan turned his bright red car turned off the highway into a long driveway through the trees. It was a turn of events he wasn't happy about; he'd spent the entire day at work either mired in tense meetings with...
Motor Oil Mamba
This was a gift piece I wrote for a friend of mine featuring one of my alter egos, [Shelby Foxkin](%5C). It's mostly fluffy, just something for fun rather than any real plot, but still I can't help but sneak in some story with my sex. * * * Gravel...
Patreon Story - Love Nest
It was non-newtonian in texture and as slippery as motor oil. even without swallowing, it trickled freely down my throat no matter how hard i gagged. that first pour was all i was given for now. a single throat full.
Part I – Dark Times in Glow City
He traded in his outmoded morality, his very flesh, for the life blood of thirty weight motor oil.
Black and Tan
His own beer of choice for today was a large bottle of an oatmeal stout called motor oil.
The Life Of Rico Chp.1
He sighed happily as he grabbed the towel he used to wipe off his paws and began to rub off the motor oil and grease. "finally. it's-" "rico. can i see you for a minute?" he heard marie's voice ask him. he turned and saw her, holding her door open.
The Barnyard Bash
Smelled like dirt with a hint of gasoline and motor oil. i didn't want to take off my coat. it was italian made and his house was . . . not. not to be a snob or anything, but my bro was always quite the dirty fox.
Feeding Day
The smell of motor oil was surprisingly strong, biting through her desensitized state and straight into her olfactory nerves.
A Chance of Showers - Part Two
But while you were there, you had to endure the noise and rush of thousands of stupid people pushing shopping carts full of cheap bananas and motor oil. for a man with a concussion, it would be the furthest possible thing from a pleasant experience.
Stall 3
There's only a few otters in the parish, and only one who smells like motor oil from sunup to sundown. emile bonet. runs the auto shop his father left him." frank was quiet for a moment, processing this.
Joyride
He dipped a claw in the substance and brought it to his face... it wasn't motor oil, it was... viscous, and musky. just then, the fluid began to creep faster from its source.
Little wolf's lonely day.
He looked at the show, and then began to howl in laughter, as one of the men slipped on some spilled motor oil in a garage.