Chasing Rainbows
mattock turned the hose on and soon a spray of water was arcking out across the yard, a faint rainbow visible under it.
Sleeping without Blankets
mattock went for my tail, next, walking up and down its length, letting me feel his weight pressing down on my lower stripes.
Extra Stuffing
mattock asked. "ah, heck, no need to wait," mattock answered. "dinner's got folds enough for all of us." tommy brandished the shaver at him, making him jump back a little. "we've got a meal to prep, we can't all slack at once." "suit yourself."
An Outing with Mattock
Musky is all set for a good weekend of being an immobile tub of lard, but mattock decides a change of venue might be in order.
Facing Prejudice
He nodded to the two remaining robed figures, who stepped forward and picked me up together, one at my feet and one at my shoulders--the latter of which was mattock. "get ready for a wild ride," mattock said in my ear.
The Naughty List
Both of us were trying to watch him surreptitiously, though mattock had the better angle for it. "am i horrible for wanting to jump his bones right now?" "probably." "he _is_ hot though." "omigosh yes."
Pliable and Compliant
A tripod started to set itself up in the corner, and mattock's invisibility faded a little as he focused on setting up my webcam. i could see the big roo was naked, save for one of rocky's collars. ah.
Musky's Lucky Day
mattock asked. "don't tell him," rockwell said. "we're making a game of it." "do your games always go this way?" the sounds of lapine and mephit moaning filled the dining area again. the walls of the place were surprisingly thin.
The Rat Always Wins
* * * i woke up in my own bed, with rockwell sleeping soundly between me and mattock. i cuddled up to the rat and thought about how lucky i was to have such a family, with a big roo and a bigger rat to take care of me.
Book One of Rabbits Part 6 of 29, "Down to my bones."
He keeps nicking away at the corners until his mattock scrapes the object in the hole. the object emits a spine-shivering metallic shriek from the impact: the nightmarish sound of iron grinding the end.
Freelancers: A Personal War
Valeria plucked the mattock from her back and the phalanx from her hip, and placed both of them on the sidewalk. _no more shooting.
A Night on Rumblr
_there we go._ i found a pair of mattock's filthy briefs--dang, had it been that long since we'd last done laundry?--and decided i could use them as a makeshift blindfold.