Wizard's Apprentice 2
He waddles off into the forest, letting out a small toot with each step.
Support
"i don't like to toot my own horn...oh who am i kidding, i'll play all damn night long if i want to!" he cackled happily, garnering a small chuckle from the strabimon. "guess all i needed was a good support smacking, huh?" "yup!
The Other Nut Job
"i don't wanna toot my own horn, but, my, my, my, am i one fine piece of squirrel!" "hehe, you're right about that!" surly agreed, then got an idea. "say, grayson, you do much dancin'?" "dancing?" grayson turned and looked at him.
The Smell of the Jungle
With that, mowgli left the gopher's home, which now stank of his flatulent toots. the gopher has indeed learned his lesson, but for now, he'll have to endure the big stink the man-cub has unleashed.
Ciona and Cien-Se 1
“of course i am, toots. now listen—open the door, and we can talk business.” the purple echidna glances at the doorway, the phone having just clicked off.
Sentenced to death
"bad luck, toots! your parole has been denied. looks like we're having fried bitch for dinner, hahahaha..." "fuck you!" the prisoner growled and banged a fist on the hard concrete wall.
Royals & Riches - Chapter 4: Escape
Today, only the morning train had sounded a horn, though ben realised that more trains may have just not tooted their horn. he realised that every second spent in the forest was another moment stuck as the future king.
Nice to Seat You Ch 1.2
Lynda jumped in a panicked tooting. her butt rose and thumped on the concrete with a gush of air that caught many diner's attention. "damn it, yuki!" the mouse grinned, sliding her own proportionally thick bottom into a chair across the table.
Always Room at the Top
But enough tooting my own horn, here's yet another installment of everyone's favorite (i hope) story. i hope that it was worth the wait. as always please rate and comment.
Tail's 12 Days of Shitsmas
The memory of the blue hedgehog's juicy toot lingered in tails's mind-palace, making his snout vigilant about any offensive aromas that might disturb the tranquility of his surroundings.
Corporal Punishment
"sorry toots, don't speak much russian!" stan cackled as he tried to push her bag off her shoulders again.
david's college days part eighteen
"howdy partners, i'm a cowboy and in ely this weekend its the country and western festival, and your all invited to come on down and have a rooting, tooting good time, there's real life cattle to see being herded up and of course the live music of boxcar willie