Cameron's Crass Crusade
Cam opened the back door, seeing that the picnic table was once more topped with platters and lids, doubtlessly filled with more scrumptious slugs.
Family Journal Chapter 2
Curious, justin crawled along the picnic table, wandering off as he chased a leaf. archer grabbed justin right before he fell off. "careful." archer told him, setting him in the sandbox. justin murmured, twiddling his paws a little.
Empty - Chapter 4
He stopped in the city park for lunch, gratefully dropping the heavy bags by a picnic table near the small creek that split the town. but rachel the raccoon plushy never left his side.
Slathalin: The Prologue.
The rosebushes newly trimmed into order and the usual little white picnic table set out among them with a small plate of newly baked cookies that smelled just plain mouthwatering, the small cup of jasmine tea with a bit too much sugar rested on its matching
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 10 of 37
I lied out on the top of a picnic table by a small sand-bottom playground. cade hopped off the swing he was standing on and walked over to the table, his mottled gray tail swinging slightly behind him.
Crystal Kingdom Chapter 2
Under the ever greens was picnic tables made of white stone. before she could get a good look around, she was being pulled inside the castle like building.
Proper Introductions
I grabbed my processed lunch and made my way down to the picnic tables in front of the school. there where a few others out side, i gave a quick scan of the group and didn't seem my wolfy. but instead i found that same black dragon sitting on a wall.
Barbecue with a Twist
Reggie announced as he plopped the duffel bag up onto the picnic table's bench. the pot-bellied cattle dog wasted no time in unzipping it and digging around within. he came up with a fleshlight, grinning. "feast yer eyes!"
Brotherly Love: Chapter 8
The young stallion stopped just at the path of the woods and pulled off his shirt to throw on a picnic table.
Demon Dave’s Chili Dogs
Even his legs were thickening as they slipped and slid around the picnic table before his toes gained purchase on the edge and hoisted his ass up properly for his friend.
LB: Chapter 9 - Linger
The six of us found refuge at a wooden picnic table etched in various ancient graffiti, where a grassy dune sat between it and the ocean shore, as well as a sidewalk unoccupied by other partiers.
Chapter X: O.R.E.O Headquarters
He walked far enough away from the building they were in to get a good look around, and found they were in a large open courtyard, complete with picnic tables, and benches, scattered around the various trees, plants, and water features.