Turn Your Roommate Into A Bitch
That canary girl he met couldn't talk and he felt sorry for her but that didn't mean he didn't want to rip off her clothes and fuck her so hard that she chirped the alphabet.
Finally Eighteen
Sean quickly typed something in and the video was replaced with a twink canary being bent over a washing machine being fucked by a muscular orca. "that's what i like. those two kinds of guys." sean said.
The Phobia
I felt like he would make me nervous if he was a cat, or even a canary. i'd become friends with him partly to try and stem the fear, and it worked. except when it didn't.
Silent Inamorata: Chapter one: A Mark on the Canvas
His smirk read like he'd eaten a canary. those words were like nails being hammered into my spine. i couldn't describe what the feeling was like even if i was being paid to do so. "alex." "yes kat?" "leave now."
Playing for the Other Team
Swiveling, clacking wheels rolled across the floor as the two transporting technicians wheeled the canary yellow stretcher to the center of the room, the physician trotting beside them. "put it at the foot of the table, doc."
Tears In Rain
Ghost had tracked down the canary to the salt mines in the salt desert on the desert planet. "good pickax, though." the desert planet would never be the mantis' favorite, that much was for sure.
Avian Circus
Dariat and sung (their parents had left for food) watched one entertainer wolf who carried canaries on both shoulders and a few on each arm.
Daisy and Boss: 15 - The More the Merrier
Sarah sat up and grinned like the proverbial cat with the canary. "always! it's because you're so very interesting." sarah blinked innocently and daisy gave her a look. boss watched with amusement as the doe interrogated her friend.
You Bet Your Ass!
Wells bit her lip, looking like the cat that ate the canary. "can you keep a secret, jordan?"
three foxes sitting in a room with a fireplace
canary tongue. triangle figure. arms, "a" to her lips. long cuffs swaying, stretching, candle wax angel wings. does the body match the voice? the dusty haze thins. her head does a double take. stiff neck, no acknowledgement.
“Grandma, there’s a wolf here for dinner…” Part 8
He got this smirk on his face like the 'cat that ate the canary'. i moved my hand back to my mouth to muffle the gasp.
This Queer Old House
Bundled in a puffy red coat was rudy, and oscar smiled wider than the cat that caught the canary. or well, the lion-dog that caught the rat, as it were. they met in a hug and squeezed each other tightly, rubbing their cheeks together as oscar purred.