Bulletproof_Kennedy
Jan 1st, 2005, 04:47 PM
FizzFoxx stumbled into the bar, clutching his groin and howling in pain; the various patrons contained therein turned to goggle at this spectacle, and some enquired as to what was the matter; FizzFoxx, in reply, offered a piece of advice: "Never, ever play leapfrog with a unicorn."
The tavern erupted in laughter. Fizzfoxx, grinning, proceeded to take a seat; his joke had been met by claps on the back and general mirth, so he was a satisfied fox. The barkeep – also a vulpine, albeit by no means as roguishly attractive as FizzFoxx – poured FizzFoxx a shot of whiskey and commented: "If I 'ad a unicorn, I wouldn't play leapfrog wid it."
He said the last three words slowly, and punctuated each with a wink, in case FizzFoxx wasn't the type of fur whose mind was constantly on sex: the barkeep, although having never met such a creature – he had, in fact, slept with every single patron in the bar, male or female – supposed they might exist. FizzFoxx grinned at him, his thin, black lips stretched wide around his bared fox-fangs;
"Nor I, good housekeeper; my comment was for the mirth only; although I would be glad to hear tales of what you would do with a unicorn. I did not come here merely to drink, after all."
The barkeep murred. Several patrons in the near vicinity also murred. FizzFoxx, never one to take something too far, did not murr, but instead proceeded to whip out his fuzzy, already erect cock, sure that the scene was about to degenerate into an orgy. He only hoped nobody in the bar had a Vore fetish . . .
The tavern erupted in laughter. Fizzfoxx, grinning, proceeded to take a seat; his joke had been met by claps on the back and general mirth, so he was a satisfied fox. The barkeep – also a vulpine, albeit by no means as roguishly attractive as FizzFoxx – poured FizzFoxx a shot of whiskey and commented: "If I 'ad a unicorn, I wouldn't play leapfrog wid it."
He said the last three words slowly, and punctuated each with a wink, in case FizzFoxx wasn't the type of fur whose mind was constantly on sex: the barkeep, although having never met such a creature – he had, in fact, slept with every single patron in the bar, male or female – supposed they might exist. FizzFoxx grinned at him, his thin, black lips stretched wide around his bared fox-fangs;
"Nor I, good housekeeper; my comment was for the mirth only; although I would be glad to hear tales of what you would do with a unicorn. I did not come here merely to drink, after all."
The barkeep murred. Several patrons in the near vicinity also murred. FizzFoxx, never one to take something too far, did not murr, but instead proceeded to whip out his fuzzy, already erect cock, sure that the scene was about to degenerate into an orgy. He only hoped nobody in the bar had a Vore fetish . . .