Puma Concolor: The beginning
He was wined and dined, fed enough whisky by the hairless females to keep him drunk for several days. on his return, he had three of the females he declared his concubine and enough barrels of whisky to satisfy his thirst for many weeks.
Mundane (Revision 3)[WIP]
._ jessica returned hastily, a small glass of whiskey in her grasp. she set it down and slid it over to me. i watched the glass glide over the marble table, whiskey sloshing around inside of it's cube-like containment cell.
Gentlemen, Place Your Bets.
Several snickers filled the silence and the bemused american absent-mindedly unscrewed the cap from his whiskey.
Taken By The Tusks
After doing a half-ass clean-job and making sure there wasn't a speck of lube or cum on the furniture, i walked on over to the liquor store to grab some whiskey for me, cider for pyre.
Nature and Manufacture (Chapter 3 - Going Home)
The tiger took the occasional sip of whisky, mind racing. he noticed that on one shy pass-by of the dog's eyes, they had paused momentarily on his wrist.
Bring Him Back to Life
We support our troops here, especially the young ones who fight with their all." he placed a dusty bottle of finely aged whiskey along with a few glasses on the table.
3:10 Constant Interruptions
Slowly she moved to the back of the stockroom, opening a box, and pulling out a new bottle of whiskey. "i need to get back..." she said aloud, turning around seeing mick not far from her. "people need their whiskey." "abby, wait."
Sunday Morning
The coyote's expression turned dark, and he almost dropped the whisky bottle. he realized, suddenly, that his paws were shaking uncontrollably, and he bit his tongue, trying to think about something else. his blood tasted like whisky.
Blue Eyes 03
He winked and took a swig of his whiskey. mike mimicked him and continued. the words were coming faster now.
Taking Care of Business: Chapter 1 - Labor problems
The ram just shook his head and concentrated on the whisky. it was not really his thing, in spite of a few memorable escapades in his boxing days with his trainer. now he was strictly a tits and ass ram.
Death from the Shadows - Chapter 1
He tosses back the whiskey, sets the shot glass back down on the table and then focuses his full attention on the newcomer.
Dating An Heir (Pt 3)
"tower to foxtrot-whiskey-charlie-zero-niner-five-five-six-three and group, you're leaving san diego airspace. i wish you luck." came over our radio.