A Chance Encounter
"typical old british guy. his costume is a little dated, but it seems to suit him." "that was my thought. i wonder who he is?" "why?" "because i have this feeling that he's important somehow?" "important?
Prologue: Sunrise Over the Alley
#1 of rat park several years ago i embarked on a long project about a british rat punk that was well-received, but bogged down by external drama that eventually caused me to abandon it.
Ship Wave 1: Welcome Aboard
The british skipper, who had relieved the previous captain of _poseidon._ whiteford used to command _poseidon's_ twin sister ship _triton_ a few months back.
Patrick: Beginnings
A young red squirrel stood outside Sexyfur tower and took a deep breath. 'I can do this!' he said to himself. Pushing open the door he was surprised by what he saw. The atrium was more like a luxury hotels' than a porn company's. He walked up to the...
Chpt.3 – we gotta go back...
I shouted, "we have to go back to the british base camp!" the tiger looked back in confusion, and returned his eyes to the road whilst shouting, "why the fuck would we do that everyone there is probably dead!"
Sulphira's War: Chapter 4
His voice also had a kind of british accent to it, albeit a relaxed accent. "oh? how so? and why are you so interested?" jallek asked. morgen tilted his head down and chuckled.
Meeting Love - Chapter 3
As we step from the car and onto the worn stone path of the driveway, my love looks around in awe at the natural british greenery. the two, large, trees arching over the driveway, giving shade in summer and shelter in winter.
Everyday Life, Part 1
He called out, adding a british accent because why the fuck not - british accents are awesome! walking down the hall to the kitchen was only a five second trip, but will got sidetracked by the copy of 'the birth of venus' that was hanging on the wall.
The cruel path of survival. (Flexible infection homage part 2)
A man, dressed in a white, red and blue suit, a british flag on his shirt under his suit, a large black dark blue leather coat over him, a top hat with a tiny british flag dangling off it, he holding in his hands a post black cane... "what the fuck?.."
The Mystic Sands | Chapter 2
With that, robert fowler went back to reading the morning paper, as if finding intestine-shaped pendants in canopic jars was an activity only mildly less prosaic than the british tabloids.
Australian Highwaymen
My eyes traveled from the british tabby to our windshield. in the rearview mirror, the fortress walls of darwin had transformed into a mirage.
Importance of Aftercare
Take my cock, you little british bottom! take it!” “i want your knot so bad, please!” paws clasping possessively onto his lithe hips, i darkly chuckled, “oh, you’ll be getting it!” my looming body continued hovering above his smaller frame.