A Royal Roast (Baked alive)

Always see those 'baked alive' pics, so here's a story version. belle has just the secret ingredient every royal banquet needs ensure it's a rousing success.

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Dough to Bread (Otherwise Untitled)

~ the squirrel peered at the baking pans as she slapped the kitchen timer into silence.

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Cookie of Chances (Otherwise Untitled)

#210 of short stories a meerkat bakes. ~ the meerkat gazed into the oven, and despaired.

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Bake-Danuki

Autumn Blaze had left her village behind. After the elder tricked them all into surrendering their voices, she could no longer live happily among the kirin, their songs and laughter now silent and gone. She wandered the fringes of the land, clinging...

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Baking with Toriel

For the last few weeks toriel had been teaching her friend to bake. jack wasn't entirely hopeless, even if he felt like it, and was starting to make some progress. the motherly monster was helping him with his latest creation: apple pie.

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[SNEAK PEEK]Conquest of the King

It took him a moment to connect it to the scent of baking. vanilla and sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. "curious," he said, to no one in particular - so he thought. "curiously pleasant, i hope!"

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Baked Dough (WIP)

A few smaller tables were set up with chairs, a comfortable corner for guests to enjoy their fresh baked goods. while bryce went back to work, thomas led conrad to the back kitchen.

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Sun Baked (Commission

"_-and there's a six-car pileup on the I-5, just outside of Torrey Pines. For the weather, those Santa Ana winds are blowing again, so it'll be a heat wave for us here in San Diego. Highs of 96 degrees, lows of 87, partly cloudy skies. Stay cool, drink...

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Commission: Baking Lesson

Well, as hard as one could be while waiting for the pastries to finish baking. thick tail swayed behind her as she washed her hands off in the sink.

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Lyra, Half-Baked

It smelled a little like her dearly departed mothers seasoning blend for baked cod. lyra sniffed, a small tear coming to her eye in remembrance of her mother. if this was the trade off for cleanliness though, she'd take it.

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Baking some buns.

Her boss knew she didn't like awkward dates but the guy that he set her up with was a regular at the club and a good client as well, not to mention a handsome hybrid from what she could tell. She'd usually go for an equine or someone potentially taller...

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The Thought That Counts

Caleb began to paw james at a constant pace as the wolf busily began to remember that day of baking. james panted and gasped, eyes filled with lust, "i opened your tight fitting jeans, made tighter by your arousal.

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