One Night Stand
The bird perched on the pot of geraniums, looking with its expressionless eyes at my flowerpot falling and crashing into the road below. the fall didn't hurt as much as i'd expected.
A Little More Fun At Night
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- katherine watched as adrian retrieved the key from under the flowerpot and let himself in...
to gain a pokemon...to lose your heart
The miltank was sent sprawling through the flowerpots, knocked clean off its feet by the force of the blow, knocking it out with a single hit!
Savannah Heat 3
"your growth spurs only take two months, and look at what they do to my ass; i can put a flowerpot in it" "your flowerpots are small" - said the zebra, teasing, "what's gonna happen...five growth spurs from now?" "you'll be ready."
Peekin'
Unsurprised as it begins to grumble in the flowerpot almost at once! "wha... what did you..." "are... you going...?" the big tiger is focusing on cam again, and those big paws release his cock, moving to cover his snout.
Dee's Humiliation
They sport frilly collars wide as flowerpots for blossoming girly faces covered in perfumed and dyed fur all brushed and pinned with ivory petal combs. fragile, gentle little fox flowers that exist to be admired and paraded, but never touched.
The Sheriff's Dog
Only that if you destroy, let's say, a flowerpot or a bicycle, you become a flowerpot or bicycle yourself, until the broken thing gets repaired or replaced. unless you broke something that's not replaceable, but that's another story.
Henry Rider and the NuYu Prescription: Chapter Twenty Four
“take a seat, henry,” mom said, motioning toward the giant, empty flowerpot that had replaced our tv. climbing inside, i noticed the grim looks on everybody’s faces.
First meeting
Look, vikki squeezed the shrink button and went to the flower pot and fired, the flowerpot shrunk to the size of the cherry, wow vikki it's amazing thing, can i try it on you? surely i'd better get the gun in my pocket and get the other one, really?
Electroluxe!, Chapter Six.
\>the rusty watering can flowerpots and old wagon wheels weren’t of that much interest to you, but your robot seemed to be enamored by them.
Cooking with Cockatoos and Conures
There was a small red brick path lined with more flowerpots leading up to the door, which he headed down at a brisk pace. his friend had raved about the place for weeks.
All the things we leave behind. Pt1
To which my stepdad exploded and smashed a flowerpot against a wall while exclaiming "don't they know they're playing with my life!?" before storming off to their room.