A Nice Swim
Soon enough, the two brothers were sitting shirtless on the back patio table with two giant bowls of ice cream.
A Raw Deal
She sauntered over to the small metal table, her usually straight red hair now a complete and utterly tangled mess. she lay back against the table, staring at the ceiling.
Ocean depths part 14
What caught his eye was the table in the middle of the room, though. a red velvet table cloth had been tossed over it, two chairs set up. candles were placed in neat little candle holders.
Integration: Part Six
Here he was on the table at a smaller table because he was too small for the bigger table. it was still pretty close. he'd be patching up holes in these giants one day just like he did with his fellow guardsmen.
Ze'Tazz - Conception
She moves toward the table rather slowly and is given room as she does so. upon reaching the table she sniffs slowly over each egg until finding her own and touching it.
Anthro Cuisine
The prince slammed his fist onto the table. “you can’t have garlic!” the wolf attendant turned from me and lectured. “it’s poisonous!” “but it smells so good!” the prince punched the table again.
Beyond Expectations 01 - Introductions
Paul realized he was blushing as he glanced around again, before he nodded and took the last couple steps over to stand beside the table.
Happy Birthday Mikey
Chica sat at the end of the table, she clicked her fingers and another person arrived at the table. “hey goldie.” bonnie greeted. the golden bear made himself comfortable at the other side of the tab“greetings.” he responded, then glanced at mike.
Dream of Power - Story Commission
The munchies gestured toward the table. ganondorf's eyes became wide as he got a good long whiff of the heaven-sent aromas coming from the platters on the table. he nodded eagerly.
UTOverse: Surrender (part 1)
They arrived at a solitary white table, a pre-prepped human table in its center, tiny silverware and all. she had to wonder if they needed human employees for that.
Moving Day
The wolf almost whimpered as he was forced to pull away from the paws on his table to answer the door.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Two.
“i see…” sloan tapped a finger on the table as he looked to the side as if waiting for his meal to arrive. “i see… then you wouldn’t, no… maybe?” the lion’s shoulders tensed, and his nails sprung out, gripping the table cloth.