Fox Story: Costs of Sponsorship
"i-i beg your pardon?!" "hey, don't look at me. look at all the statistics. 65% of prostitutes are vixens, 57% of teenage pregnancies are vixen mothers, 88% of all 'rape' victims are vixens -" "those are disputable!"
A Proper Foxy Officer
"chief...completely...nnngh...completely begging your pardon here, but what the hell was that?" "the thing that will let you actually keep your cover, mr. wilde." the chief sat down, the cape buffalo shaking his head as he crossed his arms.
The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 1, Part 1
"you kids did good--no, you kids did _damned_ good, if you'll pardon my french. we keep this up, we'll be going to the state finals." his beak opened again, his eyes darting around the players. "but we don't care about that right now, do we?" "sir!
Silent Hunters
The elders are willing to release you and pardon your crime, but on one condition only._** “i’m listening,” shera said, taking another mouthful of chicken when the khalia’s speech fell away again.
One-Hundred-And-Fifty [1]
Keeper: pardon? patient 0: [? ? ?] (edited: high pitched whining. possibly begging) keeper: do you know what i'm saying? can you understand me?
Teenage Troubles: Chapter 2
"pardon? what does that mean?" the rabbit played dumb, secretly thinking about kicking the lizard in whatever genitals he had for making such a vile joke. "y'know."
Under the Covers [Part 1]
I say," he says, sipping more scotch, "i thought your people died out many years ago - ah, pardon my blatancy, will you?" "no harm done, sir.
Cold Blood 17: Green Horizons
"i would say _excellent_, but ... your pardon, lord green, i do not feel that way at all." "you are right, though. it has to be done." "yes. and sooner is preferable. so. where might i find this room?" "i will see that you find it.
Sekhmet Reborn: Manticore
"many pardons, was having problems with translation. i too have been having the dreams of naughtiness." suzuki whispered, "am wanting badly to fuck also."
Spreading in the Snow
"pardon?" "i suppose there is one more awkward thing that can happen. ain't there, griff?" his companion, slowly, turned slightly, wing coming down to hide a rather obvious erection. "i'm sorry, brooklyn.
The Library.
Please pardon the small grammar and spelling mistakes._ _ **library late night** _ it was a quiet night, like most nights had been here lately for shadow. he was sitting in the local public library his nose buried in a book.
The Gray Ranger: Unforgiven, Chapter One
"beggin' your pardon, mistress, but it ain't my place to call you by your name." "_'mistress'_ is a name servants call their masters. you're not my servant anymore, za, you're my _friend_." "i just don't wanna cause no offense, ma'am."