2.1 - Queen For a Day
The snow rabbit's bobtail rose up evasively. "how could i?" "well, she may have little choice once she's sprayed, true, but if i'm not mistaken, a skunk has to be pretty heavily aroused to relax that particular gland.
Long Jump
He found a small, square table in the corner, near the windows, bobtail flicker-flicking as he took a quiet seat. sorting his silverware and looking around for a moment. before glancing back down. to his food.
4.2 - Flying Colors
"most definitely," the ambassador agreed, bobtail flicking. herkimer blushed all over, particularly in the ears, pink paws rubbing at his grey-furred cheeks. talkeetna reached over and gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
Hooray For Our Talkeetna
And her bobtail flicker-flicked like a flame. as she added, "we shall play with that fire later." the captain smiled to himself, letting out a deep sigh. something to look forward to, indeed. oh, something to absolutely crave.
Sonata No. 8
Ross gave a quick glimpse, catching her civil, curtailed commotion, that familiar flicker-flicking of her holy-white bobtail. such a pleasant motion. and, oh, such a pleasant tail.
An Exponential Noon
Her bobtail poised close to her. her ears standing tall and healthy. "you're not even a little bit cold?" the meadow mouse asked (as they crossed another street, perpendicular to where they'd been).
Squirrel Sutra
His bobtail flicked with each ecstatic spurt. ketchy squealed! the rabbit's brawny body in full view, she wanted to kiss him. but the position didn't allow for it.
2.8 - A Lifetime on the Lips
His bobtail flickered once or twice. "we've not spent much time together." a pause. "it'll happen. just wait for it." "you seem awfully sure of that," kody told her. "maybe that's your problem: too many self-fulfilling prophesies."
5.4 - Won't Get Fooled Again
Her wiggling bobtail raised for him. he didn’t care what his crew said: this _was_ a proper bunny, and a very tasty morsel of one at that. it was the middle of the night and sheila couldn’t sleep.
3.2 - Talk Through It
"guess it would be," the rabbit admitted, bobtail flickering excitedly. "i tell you about that?" he said, of ketchy. "three times," adelaide replied.
3.7 - Lightning in a Snow Storm
The squirrel's paws rubbing all over the white rabbit's strong, arching back, straying to his bare, bouncing rump, fingers sinking into super-soft bobtail fluff. grabbing him, pulling him closer. deeper. she wanted more.
Louder Kinds of Quiet
His bobtail flickered. "i simply want a clear way of knowing," he admitted, "when it is ... and when it is not." "well, it's not something tangible, seward. it's ... in my case, i just knew.