"Scribe" Chapter 31
“saar, maybe we could just taxi over to the wash ramps, then kind of . . . taxi out back gate vaand six and maybe a few _hazecan_ farther down that road. you know it's not really in use at this time of day."
Ricky Paszek Bio
**name:** ricky paszek **gender:** male **age:** 23 **species:** tiger **relationship status:** mated, closed **occupation:** writer, taxi driver (current job that pays the bills) **short description:** ricky is a light, light grey tiger with green
Get Fucked
You know how those taxi drivers are. fuckin' pervs. hah. that's okay... i'd happily let him watch the devastation was just about to do to her pussy.
My life as a furry (Away to boarding school)
Asked the taxi driver " brimington boarding school please" said ian "ok" said the taxi driver after a 5 minute drive ian arrived at the boarding school so he paid the taxi driver and got his stuff then walked to
Ridesharing (Vore Story)
What on earth was the "bug taxi" option?
The Heir: Father
taxi!” quroth shouted at a passing taxi which snubbed him. putting a distinct whine on his voice, quroth continued. “oh, he’s back on the drugs again, can’t be trusted!
Act XVII
When my jet arrived in tokyo, i picked up my luggage and hailed a taxi cab. as i was loading up the taxi, i was approached by a well-dressed new england gentleman. "pardon me, but may i share your taxi, please?"
An Alarming Entrance
For now, we need to get a taxi to take us to our destination." maggie was often leaning towards the practical side as of late.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
That made him observe the tiger more carefully in the changing light inside the taxi.
Marla Chapter 5 - New Friends, Old Friends
Mike closed the taxi door, and they were off. marla had expected to head uptown to the shops and boutiques they normally frequented, but the taxi got on the expressway and headed towards the edge of the capital city. soon they were in a rundown area.
Merry Fucking Christmas
To get to north point - 300 souls, the beaming metropolis that it was - he had to take a taxi. a very, very expensive taxi. it would take him just about the rest of his savings to get there.
An Unknown Friend. Part 3
I was wheeling my bag out towards the taxi, when i realised something. there was blood on the seat where he sat. where his tail would have pressed against the chair. but why was that important?