Kyt at the Museum
He shuddered, "fuck it... when i get to the other side, i'm gonna tell elvis he ain't no king... i got ate by the real king!" he ground back against bajir's face, moaning and letting go.
Chapter 2: The Competition
"tell me; you're a fan of elvis pressley?" "sure am," the rabbit replied, still making the pressley voice. "thank ya very much for noticing." "then tell me; is the reason you studied kenpo because you knew elvis pressley himself practiced it?"
A fur at Freddy's: Sister Location (part 3)
Using the key-pad, please type the music/audio type you would like" i punched-in elvis, to see what i would get. "it seams you had a problem with the key-pad, i saw what you where trying to type and have auto corrected it for you...
What Tigers Dream Of - Chap. 6
He was the only guy cool enough to wear his hair like elvis and dress in blue jeans and leather jackets. all the girls wanted him and all the guys envied him. theo was the only exception; he hated eddie for 'taking' his girl from him.
Brothers, or more? part 3
"it" is, and this is to test something different and see how you guys like it random stuff you don't need to read: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ you guys have no idea odd it writing this while listening to video game music and elvis
Our First Year Chapter 3
The first song that played was can't help falling in love by elvis. jake looked at shawn with a longing look. "this is one of favorite songs." "really? i totally chose it randomly.
Moving On
_moving on for elvis, richard, chuck, buddy, and jay lee_ you did not know that what you brave few would craft, of the bare sticks and stones you had, would consume the wide world with your frenetic energy, and how can we follow;
Smells Like Love
They seemed to almost sparkle in time with the elvis impersonator's dulcet tones. "yeah, i mean, i really like this place, i haven't been here more than a few times but... but... that doesn't matter, i mean i'm not... uh...
School Days
elvis introducing himself to the rabbits. i saw the blue screen of death, coming through my computer like....voices, pounding in my brainwaves, all in the sea of life. "holy shit!"
Tango on the dance floor, Part 1
You bought me a drink, but the thing is i have never been hit on by another male, especially not another doberman, so i'm kind of new at this" my pointed ears perk up at the sound of what was being said, i decide to go for broke, in the words of elvis
Go For Brokeback (Warning for human main character up ahead)
Sounds of bongo drums and the fake elvis voice pervaded his senses as he bred the felines wet throat with his twitching maleness. while he wanted to fuck a naughty pony, this was almost as good.
I'll Have a Blue (Balled) Christmas Without You (NC 17 BMfM fanfic)
:) and apologies to elvis's ghost for the title... kind of an experiment for me, mostly to see if i could write a really hot masturbation story. let me know if i succeeded? :d (btw, angst warning) disclaimer -- i don't own biker mice from mars.