Acolyte
His eyes met gold-the gold of light bronze and the sweet appearance of butterscotch. it was sesan; he was elegant and unspoiled by the closeted world of grey stone, overcast skies, and natural desolation.
Of Beleaugered Policemen (excerpt)
At the top, she braced her paws and jumped over to the balcony, to see the tall rangy butterscotch kitty stalking the male cub.
Lavender Haze
She turned back to him, caressing his trim, butterscotch hip. starting to stroke his side. "i see ... " "you can be honest with me, mousey. we've known each other since we were kids."
Midnight Sun
Like butterscotch. and, for lack of a better word, tits. the outlines of which were clearly visible beneath her shirt. she's not wearing a bra, is she? "why are you here?" the mouse bit her lower lip. "thought that was obvious."
No shirt, No shoes, No diaper, No service!
While he'd been undergoing the process of becoming the cutest baby for miles around, the golden cow had pinched her nipples to hardness so they'd be ready for him to nurse, bronze-colored breasts with large butterscotch areoles bouncing and jiggling free with
Truffle Trouble
butterscotch colored drawers along one wall and stacked next to the two desks only amplified the effect.
Iron Dragon Chapters 82-83
Stacy was stunned silent as the butterscotch pony anthro turned around when alice yelled at him. "well long time no see speedy." the pony replied with a cowboy drawl. alice and him exchanged a hug.
Vipers, Nights, and French Fries (Ch2)
And substitute, a large butterscotch dougall-shake for the drink on the one with no pickles." "will that be all, sir?" "yes" "for here or to go?" "to go." "alright, your total is 123.21. tap your phone or bank card on the scanner."
Making a Change
"for those of you in the back, "scout" here has a lovely, chocolate coat with an enticing butterscotch color covering his pudgy belly!" vash rubbed my stomach in circles before patting it.
Strength of Signal
All tall and broad and-_ running a paw through her butterscotch head-fur, getting hotter with each passing minute, she went into the living room and grabbed a disc and flopped back on her couch, fumbling for the remote. it was shaped like a phallus.
Across the Street
"that you are," he confirmed, noting that her butterscotch fur took on a slightly darker hue when soaked. she felt slightly heavier, too. "i mean i'm ... i need it. need you. now!" "feeling's ... mm-h, mutual. mm."
Possessions
He smiled at the bartender and ordered a white russian with a shot of butterscotch schnapps. leaning back against the bar, his perked ears revealed that he was searching for something despite the fact that it was too noisy to find anyone by sound.