All I Want For Christmas
Edgar's fingers clutched at tight bundles of the fabric of his now less than platonic best friend's shirt, shivering and blushing brightly with the effort it took to keep from tossing his head back and singing like a songbird.
Korongo: The Beginnings - Final Chapter and Epilog
The ground was covered in a mat of lush, green grass and the bushes were thick and filled with songbirds. they walked out of the den and to the top of the hill and looked out over kali's homeland.
Morning Glory
"coming to full stop ... off the port," the songbird announced, in a sing-song tone. "so, what's the plan?" "once adele has raised and checked the status of the wasp shield, we will test it." "by firing on our own ship?"
New Territory - by Jeeves
He encountered a few other creatures, a group of mice, a badger, some songbirds flitting through the trees, but if he was honest with himself they all looked just as surprised as he was at just how empty this place was of other life to compete against them
The Lord's Eggs
This fine, dull, lavish life of luxury was little more than a gilded cage in which she could play the songbird all she liked. of course, she'd tried escaping a few times.
Seeker Sought
I shriek shrilly, sounding very much like the world's worst songbird as i grab for my departing friend. i brush one hand against the head of my cock and shiver.
The Nightingale
We have been playing a long time, and i need to tend to my songbird before bed." the vulpine looked over the smooth wood of the instrument, possibly wondering how it felt to be tied to it; "i shall wait for you just outside then."
WoW: Stable Situation
Thin beams of light cascaded through the walls, but nothing bigger than a songbird could make it through the gaps. the roof was closed off as well, preventing her from scaling the walls to freedom.
Centaur Transformation
The only sounds reaching amy's ears were the delightful calls of the local songbirds. amy's apprehension soon faded as she began to enjoy her foray into the unknown.
Kestrel Cake
Her ears went at a swivel-swivel, picking up all the sounds of the morning songbirds. and the drone of the honeybees. sometimes, in spring, when it got warm enough, they would swarm the trees.
The Panther
I woke up the next morning... well... afternoon, to the sound of songbirds, and the scent of steak gently wafting past my muzzle. sitting up in the bed i felt a few pangs of pain from the hard yiff i'd had hours before, and gently scratched my chest
Funnel Cloud
And the sound of songbirds. "the storm is gone," the snow rabbit told him. "i know," he whispered. "and the fear?" "gone, too," the vole confided. "i suppose it's only ever gray for a day. or an hour," the snow rabbit said.