old stories

I see a name on my bow tie, it reads sphy fox, why?

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"Soft Serve Swirl" - Chapter 6: Dressing Room

Takes the ends of the bow tie and begins to fix it. not long till he is pulling on both ends making a tight knot as he fluffs the ends. "there we go."

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Daddy's Pool Party

She fucking loved bow-ties. couldn't go a day without 'em. when we fucked." brutus panted in his son's ear. "it was all she would wear."

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Date Night

He'd chosen a nice restaurant, his best clothes, and there, waiting on his bathroom counter, was his grandfather's bow-tie. it was sean's most prized possession. the little adornment held so a lot of good memories and love.

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First Meeting

He was a sleek, purple-furred rabbit with red eyes, and was wearing a red hoodie and had even put on a red bow-tie.

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Just a gigolo

Jumping from the stage his decency covered by bikini designed like the top of his tuxedo bow tie and all. he took a patron by the shoulder and began to sing into his ears " i ain't got nobody, nobody.

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Ghostly Business

He saw various styles of bow-ties that were also marked in gold lettering along the outside. once more, it wasn't english, but rather something different, something that he couldn't read himself.

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Clown Mare 1-2

Petal used both hooves to fix his bow tie near his neck from to the left side of him. the maiden turned left and walked back to the door and opened it for him.

From the Desk of Ms. Bellington 4: Premiere Night

As xendrian struggles to make a bow tie work out, he regrets not paying attention to the step by step guides on how to make a bow tie until his hands were moved away and the sight of two larger hands helped him with his tie.

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Chapter 1

Freddy questioned, adjusting his bow-tie. "some rooms - including mine - are luckily, just one person," bonnie began, "but half of the rooms do have more than one person living inside."

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Welcome to the B.U.S.T. Club - Episode Seven

The colossal foghorn leghorn sat on the throne and filled it out nicely, in his massive muscular form, with the same spats, cuffs and bow tie collar as everyone else.

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The Streaking Pig

"bow ties can be tricky," he continued, as i put my shoes back on. "let me know if you need assistance tying that." "i got it," i said, pulling it out of the package.

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