'Bate and Switch
Tsuki glanced down the worn teakwood deck of the old yacht and wondered for the umpteenth time that afternoon what the Clydesdale sitting by the stern saw in fishing. Hooves propped up on the gunwale, floppy hat kept on his head by his equally floppy...
Bate night
Monday night is bate night! at least, it's been so for many years between outgoing brian and introverted nick. oopsie! indolent nick forgot it was bate night and (damn it!) it had to be a full moon! what will happen?
leave me be. poem
Look at me in my face. You fucking disgrace, your driving me away can't you see, But yet you continue to complain about everything. Without a reason to change anything. You talk of the world as if it owed you everything. That it done you wrong...
MFM5: The Canine Key
Yet bates could hear him sniffle. was he crying? maybe! bates thought of that moment now, well aware his friend was right: he needed that job, despite the fact he hadn't even the faintest idea what it was all about. bates sighed.
MFM4: The Invasion
bates was the last straw of hope he could cling to! bates himself was speechless. he knew how bad things were.
The Mandela Field Manipulator 2.0
She even knew bate's name and some details he'd never told anyone. but then she asked him about how his wife was doing after her surgery. the thing was: bates wasn't married!
The Mandela Field Manipulator 3.0
Said bates. "as a matter of fact: that was me!" sitting in the chair, he watched bates adjusting the machine.
A Cheerleader's Secret Hell
On the other hand, showers with bate were barely showers at all.
A Relaxing Shower
bates interjected, “what the hell are you guys talking about?” edith waved him away, “i’ll explain when you’re older.” “huh?” now bates was really confused. was this something he could use to make fun of him or not?
Chapter 7 part A
Martin spots a pure white foxtaur behind the counter and remembers her as miss bates. "excuse me, ma'am, but you got a map we can look over?" miss bates looks up and wags her tail. "oh my lord, martin. it's a good to see ya again."
Freaky Friday
Tess stood slack jawed as she stared up at professor bates, was he really suggesting she take it up under her tail for a passing grade?
Mastrich Hour *Chapter 1*
"sergeant bates, sergeant bates do you copy?" the com was mostly nothing but static. that wasn't a good sign. "sergeant bates this is andrew. please acknowledge. call sigh divine mother.