How to Seer, Part 22
mitch stepped up beside the stag. "he speaks english, herne... the new version."
Fates of the Ferals: Future
mitch and zeke lay curled up under the metal table outside the bookstore, mitch's hindpaw positioned that it just touched his wife's foot. "now tony," she chuckled.
Krystal, Blaire and Mitch 7 - Jewel's Bloodline
A pulse from mitch, a heartbeat of such comforting dissimilarity i could not ignore it. it was strong and proud, unlike another.
Gunther's Warlord 3
He wouldn't be able to resist him when he got massive, but mitch didn't expect him to want to.
The Lion
"mitch? no. you're not mitch." ciara was distinctly feeling her desire to sleep. "or... no. you are, but..." "it's fine. i could use a new name. new universe, right? torres, for now. you look tired."
The new wolf chpter 2
._ "your right, it smells like the brand mitch uses." _my deodorant!_ "oh god, mitch, get your fucking ass out here!" i cover my mouth and back into the closet some more, "i am going to beat that ass of yours today mitch!"
How to Seer, Part 23
"thanks, mitch." after the farewell, mitch about-faced, looking east, and turned into a large, land-based blur until he reached the street, at which point he took to the sky, assuming a much more mundane raven shape as he disappeared over the hills.
The Machine Stops
mitch alexander, the sensor operator, brought an image up on the starship's viewscreen so they could have a look.
Acceptance, what does it really mean?
mitch said, causing kyle to look up at him, surprised. "why the hell would i care about whether you like guys or girls?" mitch said, grinning softly "dude, if you wanna date guys then that's fine by me, whatever you want".
Fates of the Ferals: An Odd Request
#4 of fates of the ferals an odd request "no," mitch said flatly, turning to walk back down the promontery. "but mitch, you promised!" michelle whined.
Rooftops (Request for Jidza10)
He and mitch stopped followed. my ears dipped. "just... want some exercise. time to think." i slumped off away from them, hearing mitch call out, "i'll message you later, okay? talk about tomorrow?" my shoulders sagged, head dropping further.
An Unlikely Wingman
I’m not a kid anymore, and they can’t keep thinking i got mugged or raped or overdosed because my phone is turned off…” sitting beside the frustrated gray fox, mitch patted his shoulder comfortingly.