Fugue
The snow rabbit's ears waggling, and his bobtail flickering like a holy-white flame. those big, loping foot-paws stretching bit by bit. as they both fully dressed. peyton, gazing off (at nothing in particular), thought for a moment.
2.5 - Deep Breath
And, aria ... " he glanced over his shoulder, bobtail flickering. "yes?" "you should rest while you can. for a few hours, at least. the next few days may prove to be quite stressful. we need our captain at the top of her form." she bowed her head.
Living Vicariously
Her name was miyu, a nice japanese american bobtail cat that had started sitting next to him in class.
Redemption Songs
And his bobtail unmoving, and his whiskers twitching. "here," ross said again, barely audible, as he placed the baby into sheridan's arms. the little snow rabbit held his breath. as if he were holding a piece of glass.
Bibi und die Blutsverwandtschaft
Ein stück schäferhund, ein stück bobtail vielleicht, in jedem fall sehr groß und sehr haarig.
The Exchange 5: Resolution
She floated free in the suspension, her folds spread by the bobtail end of the pod. she sighed as it began to sedately churn within her. the pressure within her deepest reaches somehow wormed into her breasts, maintaining her flow.
2.1 - Decompression
His fluffy-white bobtail flickered, sticking through the 'tail-gap' in his swivel-chair. "i have been known to obsess over many things, myself." "such as?" he tilted his head. "that would be telling."
As Good As Rest
Her pretty, holy-white bobtail flickered like a flame. and she took the open seat next to ross and sterling. and eye-smiled, smoothing her dress. "and snow rabbits can be very," she assured, "protective." she looked directly at ross.
Free Kicks
The snow rabbit, in her shorts and tank-top ... her pure-white bobtail flickered and bobbed behind her. her long ears slender and aware. her body beautiful, reflecting every ounce of sun. and it made her appear as if she were glowing.
4.2 - Head Rush
Ketchy timidly followed, self-consciously smoothing at her uniform and eying his fluffy bobtail, asking, "did you, uh ... " she didn't know how to say it. " ... you lose anyone?" a hesitation. "no.
The Art of Mingling
His bobtail flicker-flicked like a holy-white flame. "mm. i'm astrid." her own tail swayed about as if on the universe's best-oiled motor. a shuffle, sipping her drink. the glass empty, she set it on the nearest table.
No End in Sight
White bobtail flicking. and he followed her through the whooshing doors of the ready room, and ... on his way out, made a detour to the comm station, where he leaned in (in full view of every-fur) and gave audrey a lingering, loving kiss.