A Little Bit Different: First Date
She opened the door, and gabriel stood on the porch, wearing a very nice tuxedo-like outfit. "may i come in?" he asked. lucian's mom just nodded and gestured him in.
A Home Away From Home - Chapter 2: The Journey Begins
"fuck, and i need to be in tuxedo really soon." "tuxedo? an interview? you mean the renaissance faire? we're holding auditions, after all."
Chapter VIII: Party of the Ages
Some strange shark in a tuxedo that looked to be a bit big on him and he seemed to have some strange points where it was a stuffed. looking down on the ballroom, he found the shark in the strange tuxedo looking up at the perception filter.
Calico Burana: ch.6 - Inheritance Game
After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, one of them, a middle-aged tuxedo cat, demanded to herrington in a harsh tone, "hey, who are they? i thought we were the only invitees here." "i'm not attending the reading.
Presto - Chapter 1
True, there were more than fifty furs packed into the small room, dressed unseasonably in heavy tuxedos, three-piece suits, and at least one full wool kilt.
Kitten Party
Like zeelo it only took a few seconds before a black and white tuxedo kitten boy struggled out of his clothes. "what... but..." he looked around. "kitty friend!"
Teaser: Ping Pong Diplomacy
"hey, tuxedo cat! i'm talkin' to you!" tux acknowledged him with a brief, polite smile, then turned to look out the window at the churning props.
Prom Outting
Leon stepped out of the back, his sanguine tuxedo with sheer black lapels and black shirt and cream bow tie, looked good on his football player's frame. he was certainly going to make an entrance.
A New Friend and a Sore Rear End
The short tuxedo cat looked down and shuffled his feet. "now now, come on. who's a good little guy?" dunkin tickled and ruffled the little boy's purple fur. "ok, i'll do my best." "atta boy."
Stories From Elton High | Chapter 26
I remain silent as he helps me put on the stiff tuxedo pants. he waits until i start fumbling with the shirt buttons before continuing. "i think you should talk to him." "why?" my attention remains squarely on the buttons.
Groupthink
Astrid gestured to jordan's morph, ally, a cheerful looking tuxedo patterned catmorph, who stood patiently at jordan's shoulder, then to her own morph, a tan furred vixen. "but why not your morph?
Treading Chapter 6 - Prom
In the waning sunlight i get a good look at fen; we both chose a black tuxedo, but i love the way his irises contrast with it.