Girls' Night Out
She grinned broadly, as they walked into the honky-tonk. it had opened a few years ago. now was filled every weekend with furs who wanted to dance, drink and meet other furs.
That Honky-Tonk Be-Diapered-Donk
Hunter woke up for work and struggled to get his pants on. Built thin and hard like the farmer-fox he was, Hunter Darrell threw himself out of bed when the rooster crowed, scratched the low part of his back and then the crack of his ass, inside his...
Whole Lotta Bull
Again came the divine voice of the honky-tonk deity, but the lord had evidently drank a few between his first holy address and now. "arright now," he said, and belched with explosive force.
Fight at the Ol' Watering Hole
As they deal with a little misunderstanding at the local honky-tonk bar “next rounds on me, yall!” scraps, the 26 year old possum exclaimed before standing up to get the bartender’s attention. “‘scuse me, bartender!”
A Tiger's Tetralogy
"hope that extra hours at honky-tonk-who gives a fuck was worth it...mmm...you not being here sure was..."
Moth to a Flame
. \*\*\*\*\* the twang of country music carried through the honky-tonk causing meghan to sway to the sound. sara's voice sang clearly over the crowd, one of the few girls who sounded good on open mic night.
Welcome to Soyoco: Meeting the Family Part 2
“so picture it, 1987-ish, lil ol’ honky tonk bar that used to be here local in soyoco, rudy’s waterin’ hole, great little bar ran by an old boer goat by the name of ‘rowdy’ rudy.
They Want You Ass The New Recruit
Just a bit... honky-tonk, i suppose. not that he looked much like a wannabe wrangler, though. maybe he needed some chaps for that, or an outright cowboy hat.
Crosstown Express
Not wanting to spoil a good gesture, kelli played ball until the group dwindled down to two with only brice for company, both quizzically staring at each other wondering how they ended up at a honky-tonk despite neither having any affinity for country music
The Accelerator
He'd first seen her just two hours before, sliding gracefully on the pole at the lonestar, a honky-tonk strip club just a block from the seedy motel he'd checked them into.
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Predawn Contemplation
The jukebox was warbling out a bluesy honky-tonk riff. the old irish wolfhound had passed out earlier than the rest of the club, and so he'd awoken.
The Hee-Haw Club
Burlesque honky tonk?" felix shrugged. "dunno. lots of businesses in this town have weird names. we're at the cat-fe, for fuck's sake. that's the dumb--" "can i get you two another round?" the waitress said as she walked over to them.