Lion and the Lab: Part 1
He smiled softly; that would cost her, and would net him a good, fat pay-cheque. the lioness slowly came closer, obviously trying to hide in the semi long grass.
Knight Adrift
"checker what are you doing?" "checker?"
Morpheus Fantasy Services: Play Ball
"just be sure to pick up your cheque as you leave." "i don't need your money," i spat. "i _quit_." "again, the decision is yours."
Fake Fan
Her spirits were high by the time she scraped her plate clean and asked for the cheque. that feeling didn't fade when she stepped out into the night air, ready for a relaxing walk home. “[i]mahiri!
Possum Prison Pussy - Part 10
He was waiting for checkers to just help him out and give him the answer.
Sons and Lovers: Breakfast in Bed
It didn't even make sense, but perch could feel the monstrous bulge of his father's penis pressing against him; sense had packed its things into a chequered cloth, tied it to a stick, and set off for distant lands.
Merry Christmas Foxy
"just hand over the pay cheque, please." he asked. mr fazbear shrugged and handed over a 20 dollar check. mike scoffed when he received it. the money wasn't worth it, but somehow mike always came back another night. "mr fazbear." mike nodded. "mike."
Deer Dash - WritingGroupChallenge -
“something along those lines, yes,” he smiled, tenderly closing her paw around the cheque. “have you an answer to my question?”
Open for Business
The rat pondered, lowering one paw to a lower rack, and raising it up again with a cheque pattern of green and blue, "anything like this strike your fancy?" "i'm not so sure about patterns..."
Lunchbreak
He wore a chequered flannel shirt and a backwards baseball cap and blue pants. a large tool belt hung round his waist as he walked over to the bull.
Ownership - [1]
He turned to the cobra, and promptly pulled out his chequebook. "i'll take him." --- "oh come on cherise, it's not like i didn't find out you guys were planning me this party."
Lumbernuts
His long legs were already straining the jeans he had on, and it looked like a single too-rapid breath might pop every single button off his chequered shirt.