Homestuck: Cherry Limeade Fic
Despite his previous wariness upon seeing her naked, calliope actually brings a smile to her face as she watches the tables turn anew.
3. Prep work
Each of the three came to the side of one of the tables, turned it, and began guiding it out through the left-hand door, head-first. as hannah reached the door, she gasped, and rachel instinctively tilted her head up to get a look.
A fox's struggle - 02- With friends like these
A nudge under the table turned the foxes attention to andy, "so who were you dreaming about kissing then?" a smirk on the dogs lips, "was it that fox girl you were perving on in the bus last week?" "no" "oh was it kaitlin?
Peace
He zipped up the bag, put it on the table, turned off the lights, and tried to go to sleep. it wasn't a restful sleep by any means; alex was unable to sleep, excited by the artifacts and still mesmerized by how they looked.
Manic's Repayment 5
After he was satisfied with the insertion, he grabs his scruff and pulls him off the table, turning him back to face him; eyes to tear filled eyes. scourge slaps the hedgehog's cheek and says.
Punk'd Out
Heck, even an electric guitar with an amp now took the corner where he once had a desk and a tray of sweets on the coffee table turned into an ashtray full of cigarette buds. "whooo!" rey shouted with a smile as the song finally ended.
AnOtter Story chapter 2
She asks, placing the bottle on a table. turning towards the fox she explains, "this wine contains a weak relaxant, to put our more nervous customers at ease, but you don't need that, do you?" finally she holds up a jar. "what's that?"
Theo, Big Butts, and Boog
He was a big, bulky bear who had the tables turned on him. though he was the one throwing his weight around, it was clear that he was being used.
Dirty Dog Done Deep
Dave was breathing heavily as he stepped up onto the table; turning around so that he could position himself over the flared head of the horse cock.
Gentlemen, Place Your Bets.
The american grabbed the bottle and threw it back, taking two massive gulps from it before slamming it down on the table. turning to the bouncer he declared in a boyish, withering voice 'six thousand roubles on the cat please.'
beginning anew, past forgoten 2: turning the coals
He only gasped then dropped to the floor in a heap of fur hitting his head on the edge of a table turned in the middle of the small corridor.
The hunt
The next moment finds him twisted about in the terrible embrace of his prey, the tables turned as the steel like clamp of muscles that is the constrictor close over his body.