[Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club
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				Title: <strong>[Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 18:02:04</strong>
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				It's a nightclub!&nbsp; It's a bar!&nbsp; It's a restaurant!&nbsp; It's a cabaret with live sex shows!<br><br>This is where our cast gets to mingle and enjoy a little leisure time while enjoying the view.<br><br>The current lineup is a couple of strippers, followed by music, followed by a second set for the strippers.&nbsp; So come on in, enjoy the show and the music, have a drink...meet someone interesting...<em>do</em> someone interesting...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 15:51:41</strong>
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				After a long day of pounding steel, a hard-working Bull likes to kick back and relax with a tall, cool bheer and watch something cute and curvy take her clothes off to raunchy ragtime jazz music.&nbsp; And that, in short order, explains Toro's presence in the Club tonight, relaxing in a booth off to one side, knocking back pint after pint like it was water.<br><br>Funny, isn't it, but he's wearing a bow-tie and a false collar along with his muscle shirt and kilt.&nbsp; The place has a dress code, after all!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 17:03:09</strong>
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				Sara Hopper was one of the regular on the Ink and Paint Club and to tell the truth, it was a bit as a second home to her. Usually she came for the sex… but sometimes, like this one… it was the dancing that called to her.<br>Since she was one of the regulars the doorman did let her in, despite she didn’t followed the dress code to the letter… but as he reasoned, at least she wore clothes... so far she did anyway.<br><br>As she entered she was immediatly noticed and the usual crowd for fans started to poor up to her, after having written a few autographs on... well lets don't go there, she headed to the bar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 17:26:29</strong>
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				<em>Bunny at three o'clock low...</em><br><br>Toro's massive head turns to watch the Bunny walk toward the bar, his eyes going wide and his pupils (forming tiny silhouettes of Sara's body) slinking across in appreciative attentiveness.&nbsp; Letting out a long, low whistle, the Mighty Bull grins to himself and orders another keg of beer for himself from a passing waitress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 17:34:21</strong>
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				Sara who have no problem hearing the whistle (she got great ears for such things), turns in his direction and blows him a kiss. Her red lipstick forms in the air immediately in a perfect form of her full lips and flies of as a butterfly strait towards the bull and lands with a wet smack on the right side of his cheek. Smiling she head to the bar, orders a drink and pulls one of the stools to her side and sits up on it her behind showing of perfectly for everyone in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 17:49:40</strong>
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				Putting one hand on the cheek she just kissed long-distance, Toro grins even wider, openly leering at the Bunny's ass as she orders her drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 18:19:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;The door swings open and at first it looks as if a gust of wind has blown it open. Then you see Puss De'Lavega. The four foot tall feline carries himself like he is twice that, and for some reason the ladies dig him.&nbsp; His eyes scan the crowd finally spotting&nbsp; Sarah hopper. His eyes pop out of his head on springs accompanied by a loud <i> AWOOGAH!</i>. He makes his way toward an empty seat next ot her at the bar, completely unaware that there is an extremely large bull who laready has his horns set on the fair haired hair. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mmrrr," He puured lightly"What's a cute little tail like that doing in a place like this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 18:34:23</strong>
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				Big Pink stopped dead in her tracks, the sound of screeching tires accompanying the feat, tiny skid black skid marks appearing on the pavement behind her... the sign flashed insistantly <strong>Dance Club</strong><br><br>Not that she was into dancing, but she knew what dance clubs had lots of... scampering over to the front door, she flattened herself against the wall and slipped inside, avoiding the bouncers.&nbsp; For some reason bouncers weren't fond of monkeys, something she had never quite figured out.&nbsp; Once inside, she climbed the column to the ceiling and perched on the chandelier, setting it gently swinging, as she surveyed the nite club... sure enough, over the dance floor was a large mirrored globe.&nbsp; With an excited "eep" she began making plans... 14 of them, to be presice, each one more elaborate then the others... after all, the more planning one did, the more likely the plan would succeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 18:47:52</strong>
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				Motion attracts the eye.&nbsp; Toro is distracted from his study of a certain Rabbit by the arrival of something large and pink...and Monkeylike...hanging from the chandelier.<br><br><em>Now what d'ye suppose she's up to?</em><br><br>"Top o' the evenin' to yas.&nbsp; Mind if I'm askin' what yer doin' up there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 19:14:27</strong>
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				Big Pink blinked.&nbsp; In all her excitment, she'd forgotten that a 4 foot tall pink monkey dressed in a flashy sequoined shirt might occasionally stand out... she put on finger to her lips, ssshhhing Toro, instantly forgetting that she's pulled out her crayons to draw up the design for the catapult which was part of plan #6.... with a startled 'Eek' she watched them cascade to the floor, scattering about as they hit.<br><br>"Nothing!"&nbsp; she chattered, swinging down and dropping to the floor, gathering up her beloved crayons&nbsp; "Nothing at all!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 19:18:01</strong>
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				"Then why set ye down and have a drink, me lass?"<br><br>He pats the chair next to him and smiles in what he hopes is a charming fashion.&nbsp; Of course, as big and strong as he is, this may not have the desired effect...especially since he's easily mistaken for a Minotaur or something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 17:23:08</strong>
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				Sara turned to the voice and at first she didn’t see Puss but as she did she looked down on him smiling with a broad friendly smile.<br><br>“Well hi there cutie… why don’t you order me a drink or something.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 17:36:05</strong>
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				big pink eyed the bull, lips pursing in thought before doing a backwards flip and perching herself on the back of the chair across from him, looking about conspiratorily, and then whispering.<br><br>"I'm on a secret mission.&nbsp; Want to help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 17:36:56</strong>
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				"Secret mission?"<br><br>Toro blinks.<br><br>"What sort of secret mission?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 15:15:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; When Sarah smiled at him, his heart literally jumped out of his chest for a few beats, and his tongue dropped until it touched the bar.&nbsp; He shook himself a bit, and then turned to the bartender. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" A drink for the lady monsuer."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning back to Sarah he decided to turn on the charm. He began waking wailing sounds doing quite a good ambulence impression. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 15:18:16</strong>
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				Sara picked him up holding him around that sweet head of him and held him just in the hight of her face touching his nose with her's.<br><br>"You are really cute you know." Then she gave him a quick kiss and let him down again looking much pleased.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 15:51:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Puss purred happily as Sarah rubbed his nose. Then she kissed him. Bright, colorful, fireworks went off over his head, as little red hearts floated out from his ears. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You must be French, to kiss so well." He finally managed to tel lher in his low, slightly purring voice.&nbsp; His paw settled upon hers, and he winked at her. "So my lovely rabbit, how was work today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 19:58:24</strong>
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				big pink grinned, shaking her head, her eyes looking about as she leaned over "if i knew, it wouldn't be secret... i was hoping you might know?"&nbsp; she shrugged, wrinkling up her nose, her gaze turing to the giant disco ball above the dance floor.&nbsp; "I don't suppose you could help me with something while i'm waiting to find out... that disco ball?&nbsp; I need it.&nbsp; I've got a plan... well, 14 of them, but 3 of them call for someone big and strong... although in one of those you'd have to breath fire too... I don't suppose you do, do you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 20:02:00</strong>
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				"Breathe fire?&nbsp; No."<br><br>Toro regards the disco ball.<br><br>"But if I give that to yez, everyone else will want one!&nbsp; What else have ye got in mind?"<br><br>As sneakily as he does anything else (not very), he tries to slip one arm around her shoulders.<br><br>"Why not join me in a drink and we can talk about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 10:11:27</strong>
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				"Work?" Sara laught and smiled widely to Puss.<br><br>"I'm between work at the moment, my agent is trying to find the right project for me which I hope will not be too hard..." She leans in on the much smaller cat.<br><br>"I tell you a secret... I'm not french."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 10:16:20</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The deep spunds of bongo drums can be heard in tune to the flutter of his heart as the lovely rabbit leans in. "oh, perhaps you should kiss me again so I might make another guess?" He puckered his whiskered mouth and closed his eyes, waiting for her to kiss him again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 10:17:56</strong>
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				Sara giggled, leaned in a bit closer and kissed him again strait on his lovely mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 19:09:13</strong>
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				big pink sighed, scratching her head with one finger thougtfully.&nbsp; "There goes plan #6 then.&nbsp; I don't suppose you have a catapult somewhere...."&nbsp; <br><br>her eye brows rose about 6 inches as the big bull slipped his arm behind her.&nbsp; She'd been tagged!&nbsp; How could she have let her guard down so!&nbsp; She was NEVER it.&nbsp; Looking around, she spied a cat person and a rather lovely rabbit girl kissing.&nbsp; She grinned at the opportunity and scampered over, smacking the cat boy on the ass with her tail, she called out.<br><br>"you're IT."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 19:31:57</strong>
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				Toro blinks.&nbsp; His eyes slowly begin to fill with tears.&nbsp; His lower lip trembles...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 21:27:29</strong>
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				"No tag backs!"&nbsp; she called out, scampering back to Toro, a big wide grin on her face.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; Now, back to plan number..."&nbsp; he was crying?&nbsp; Somewhere in the background an orcherstra struck up a very mournful tune.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Hey, now.&nbsp; What's the matter there Mr Bull?&nbsp; Why you crying?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2007, 02:42:10</strong>
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				As quickly as he started, the Bull stops the waterworks.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; You came back.&nbsp; Never mind, then.&nbsp; How about I buy ye a drink, then, and we can talk about these plans of yers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>18-03-2007, 06:54:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Puss was busy trying smooching with sarah, when he felt the tail&nbsp; slap his ass.&nbsp; He turned ready to challenge the owner of said tail to a duel. Then saw it was that funky monkey Big Pink. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm it?" He asked only sightly irritated that he had been interupted from a very important task. Then he smiled, literally from furry ear to furry ear. He turned toward Sarah, but his barstool kept spinning. round and round he went until he was so dizzy birds started dancing over his head.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Tag your it." he slapped at Sarah, his paw finding her chest, before falling face firdt onto the counter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 16:17:11</strong>
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				Seeing Puss take a nosedive to the floor Sara kneels beside him, then picks him up hugging him tight pressing his face at her enourmous breast.<br><br>"My poor thing, how did it go?" Leaning down she kissed his head and whispered. "No, tag... <em>you</em> are it... and no tagbacks..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 16:29:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; Puss was just coming too when Sarah scooped him up pressing his face into her lovely cleavage.&nbsp; Then she tagged him and kissed his head.<br>A comical "boing"&nbsp; sound is heard accompanied by big&nbsp; orange toon letters over Puss' head. Sarah feels something lifting her tail, something hard, and round.&nbsp; Puss is just staring at her starry eyed tongue touching the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 19:32:03</strong>
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				Doofus, the big gorilla bouncer (complete with a fake shirt chest and a cigar in his mouth, of course), was in a surly mood, wich wasn't suprising. He was always in a surly mood, they hadn't even bothered to draw a happy face for him. Even though he was busy with his favorite thing, busting heads and denying people he didn't like entry into the club, he was still in a foul mood.<br>Suddenly, a sonic boom could be heard as a trail of smoke, almost looking like a jet exhaust, shot between his legs and into the club. With a furious grunt he turned around, but to slow. The little pest was already in the club, zipping between chairs almost to fast for the eye to follow, demanding attention from a waiter. Doofus eyes narrowed. He couldn't leave his spot at the door, but one day he'd get his hands on that yellow little thing. One day...<br><br>Aramis was hyper as always as he rushed around the Club from one place to the other, making things not bolted down fly into the air as he passed by.<br>"Waiter! Over here, waiter! A big pint of Stout and a bowl of coffee bean porridge, pronto!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 07:53:44</strong>
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				Jelli gripped her tray nervously, ducking under the flying bodies on the dance floor to get to the tiny little armadillo. She found it difficult to keep track of the constantly moving little blur though, particularly in her heels. The platypus hadn't bothered to change out of her other work uniform as an ice cream vendor, though she had taken a few scant moments to put on some heels and a short skirt to go along with the brilliant red button down shirt, "E-excuse me, but c-coffee's very bad for you. It can make you hyper and just ruins the taste of the first morning donut... I..." She paused midsentence to find the little blighter, as he moved faster then her eyes could track easily, nary staying in one place for long, "E-excuse me, could you... s-stop!"<br><br>Her eyes opened wide as her skirt billowed up in the wake of the armadillo's trail as he rushed past. With a sharp quack, she straightened her skirt frantically. Jelli Rollz glared after the little freak, her timid personality at war with her embarrassed anger, "Y-you have to p-pick a table, or where will I set the f-food down?" She wondered why Doofus let the little monster in in the first place!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 09:45:17</strong>
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				Finally Aramis slowed down enough for him to notice someone was talking to him. She was a cute little thing, or maybe sweet was the right word. He came to a screetching halt in front of her.<br>"Coffee? Bad? Never! It makes you strong and fast, and awake!" He bounced up and down a bit, before finally coming to rest. But his eyes darted around the room. Not literally, of course, even though they might later in the evening, he was a Toon after all.<br>He started climbing the leg of a chair made for someone much larger than him. His little tail was wagging back and forth as he concentrated on the climb. When he finally conqered the chair he looked as proud as if he just had climbed something much more challenging. Like to the top shelf of a fridge, for example. He looked down on Jelli.<br>"I claim this table then! And the chair! And that other chair too, it's mine! And the table cloth! And..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 17:42:36</strong>
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				Having gathered up her crayons, Big Pink pulled out a 10x10 map of the ink and paint and began drawing dotted lines, X's, and scribbling notes about it.<br><br>"Now, first, the bull... that's you, needs to be wearing black - stealthier that way.&nbsp; We sneak you into the kitchen on a cart covered with a table spread.&nbsp; That's where you... oh..."<br><br>She screws up her face, looking thoughtful.&nbsp; "I forgot about the giraffe... we really need a giraffe for this one to work...&nbsp; Don't suppose you know any?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 17:43:36</strong>
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				"Uhm...no.&nbsp; But I know someone who might."<br><br>The Bull's eyes drift off the diagram and rest on Pink's chest.<br><br>"Mmmm...niiiice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 18:18:37</strong>
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				oblvious to Toro's attention, Bit Pink scanned the room, craning her neck.&nbsp; A girrafe should be easy to spot here...&nbsp; suddenly, a big light bulb went off above her head, and she put her fingers into her mouth and made a sound like a strangled baboon in heat.<br><br>"Giraffe mating call"&nbsp; she said, smiling at Toro, wondering why his eyes were getting so big.. they looked like they might pop out of his head at any moment!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 18:19:52</strong>
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				"...bouncy..."<br><br>Toro grins giddily.<br><br>"Can I hug the twins?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 02:08:03</strong>
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				Jelli managed to bring out the order before the armadillo had finished claiming the entirety of the nightclub as his own. She set a single heaping bowl in front of him of steaming porridge garnished lovingly with coffee beans in the shape of a giant happy face. The only question was... had she forgotten his drink? Maybe she was waiting for his ID card? <br><br>That seemed unlikely as Toontown didn't issue them. Before he could ask, she chimed happily, "Coffee bean p-porridge and stout!" Upon closer inspection the dark suds of a rich amber lager floated atop the porridge, obscured slightly by the steam. She WAS getting better though. Last time someone had ordered a coffee, they had to explain to her a cup of coffee wasn't JUST coffee, and had water in it too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 02:14:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The little armadillo eyed the bowl suspitiously. "My stout is in here?" His eyes narrowed and there seemed to be a nervous twitching in one of his eyebrows. Then his face cracked up into a big grin as he heartidly slapped her on the back with his little paw.<br>"What a smashing idea! I bet I can finish the meal twice as fast now!" He burried his face in the bowl, quite clearly eating faster than generally was considered healthy. "What's your name, Genious?" he asked, the bowl almost half empty already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 02:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rumbling in her own stomach seemed to be made worse by watching the yellow fellow gorging himself. But she wasn't QUITE hungry enough to eat yet. Most Toons could eat all they wanted freely, but they didn't speak snackfood. It was really hard to bite into the crispity crunchy chocolately flesh of an Ambrosia Chomp Bar, when it kept telling you about it's family. The smooth velvety taste of amaretto mixed with a ribbon of white chocolate, topping a layer of dark chocolate with graham cracker bits and strawberry. Oh god she could taste it across her tongue, melting in the warmth of her mouth, the sweet sweet sugar gliding down her throat in gulp after gulp of warm ecstacy... She gripped the table for support having excited herself to the point of swooning. <br><br>She blinked down at the Armadillo as he called her a genius. She leaned down closer, her afraid she might have misheard him. "J-jelli. Jelli Rollz." She certainly wasn't used to being called a genius, at any of her jobs. And as the platypus was going to make a comment she found herself speechless as she watched the little creature devour two times his body weight in porridge, beer, and caffiene. She was actually hungry herself, as was observable by how timid she seemed. When her blood sugar dropped she found herself getting nervous. But somehow she didn't think that coffee and beer belonged together... except on Drew Carey. The platypus rested her chin ontop of her hands, watching him finish with the fascination one might expect of a crowd watching a freakshow demonstration, "That's p-pretty impressive eating!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 08:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Big Pink scratched her head, wondering at the Bull's seeming delight in her chest... that is, until he suggested bouncing.&nbsp; With a grin, she began hopping up and down in place, bouncing higher and higher until she could grasp the chandlier above her.<br><br>"Your turn!"&nbsp; she giggled, swinging slowly back and forth from the crystal monstrosity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 15:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Bull seems awfully distracted for some reason, standing below Pink with a goofy grin on his face.<br><br>"...b-bouncy..."<br><br>Is that a faint trickle of blood coming from one nostril?&nbsp; Can't be.&nbsp; That's a Japanese Animation thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 18:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9203.msg330527#msg330527">Quote from: Brittlby on 22-03-2007, 02:41:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The platypus rested her chin ontop of her hands, watching him finish with the fascination one might expect of a crowd watching a freakshow demonstration, "That's p-pretty impressive eating!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Thanks!" Aramis replied proudly. It was always nice when people noticed how truly special and spectacular he was. "It really helps if you have a long tongue, like I do. Like this." Aramis extended his tongue, that actually was really long. "It's not quite as long as the Anteater's, but I bet I can outeat him anyway, I'm much faster."<br>He suddenly sniffed in the air. That waitress sure did smell interesting. If there were one thing he liked as much as coffee, it was sugar, it made him just as hyper. He was tempted to lick her face, but he couldn't remember if he'd gotten his cooties shot this week.<br>"You smell yummie, Jelli Bean," he said as he finished the last of his strange meal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 19:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jelli giggled at the comment, ignoring the fact he'd gotten her name wrong, in favor of exclaiming, "I AM yummy!" It wasn't some sort of a come on. It was really just a statement of fact so vehement that she didn't stutter nervously in the proclamation of it... which echoed through the night club, the music shutting off with a "SCREEECH" as the needle came off the record.<br><br>As a number of eyes turned her way, she scratched the back of her head nervously giggling, "What? Well I am!" As the nightclub began moving again, the music coming back on again, the platypus slid the food bill across the table to the little armadillo, "That's a heck of a tongue! I've n-never seen an ant-eater's before, so I don't know." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 09:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara looks at the passionate cat.<br><br>"Puss... what is touching my tail? Is it a rabbit or are you just happy to see me?" She purrs...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 10:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh,I am happy to see you My darling. It is my sword." Puss purrs back, as steam begins pouring from his ears. "would you care to see it?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 10:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara raised her eye brows questionable...<br><br>"Sure... I would like to see your... sword." Licking her lips for moisting them she couldn't really see if he was telling her the truth or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 12:43:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wow!" the little yellow armadillo said as Jelli caught the attention of the whole club. "Are you some sort of trouble maker?" He looked quite impressed as things started returning to normal. Catching the attention of everyone like that usually involved Aramis running round and round untill things flew through the air, and people was starting to get used to that. Now days he probably would have to blow something up in order to catch everyones attention.<br>"Well, you haven't missed anything, Juju Bean. Anteaters are stuck up and always pokes their noses into other peoples buisness!" His little tail was lashing back and forth in irritation at the thought of the despicable anteaters. Then he focused on the sweet waitress again. His tongue darted out as he licked her cheek.<br>"Yes, very sweet! What's that taste? Seems familiar somehow..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 16:41:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;At the site of her licking her lips, Puss became a very horny little kitty indeed. Sarah was suddenly lifted off the ground. If she were to look down she would realize she was now sitting on a very large cock indeed.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Say hello to my little friend." he purred as he unsheafed his rapier and offered it to her hilt first. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>23-03-2007, 18:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Big Pink looked down, wondering why Toro wasn't joining her... she screwed up her face, realizing that perhaps he wasn't as bouncy as she was....&nbsp; Pulling a trampoline out of her bag, she dropped it into place below her.<br><br>"There you go, Bully-bull.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now we can both bounce."&nbsp; she said, grinning from ear to ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 00:00:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro blushes and shakes his head.<br><br>"Not in a kilt, I'm not!&nbsp; Why not come back down here and have that drink?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 07:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jelli eyed him curiously, not at all sure what to say, "Well it tastes like me! And it's Jelli!" How that could be familiar was beyond her. After all, she'd never met him before. Her aqua hued fingers stretched out like a snake, snapping on the tip of his tongue. Unreeling it like a tape measure, she beamed happily, "Let me try it!"<br><br>She stuck out her own tongue, licking curiously at his. Her smooth tongue was the pleasant tang of saltwater cherry taffy. Suckling at the pink tip of the armadillo, performing the world's most awkward of frenchers. The platypus smacked her lips experimentally, letting his tongue free to reel itself in like a slingshot, "Ooooh, that's uhmmm cotton candy, mocha cheesecake, with a hint of caramel!" Taking this a step further, she came to a simple conclusion with a triumphant shout, "I'm DELICIOUS!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 11:47:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling seductfully Sara added.<br><br>"I see you are armed with two swords... I wonder which one I will pick a fight with." She gave him a classical wink and moved a bit closer taking her hand around the hilt of his raiper and began to stroke it.<br><br>"Does this do... anything to you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 14:03:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;As sarak moved closer to him Puss purrs and places his hands on his hips, watching her stroke the hilt of his rapier. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"No not really my dear, but at least it will be nice and shiny. your pretty good with the thin blade, maybe we should test your prowess with a more manly blade." He licked his fingers and twiled his whiskers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 00:04:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As long as it normally don't draw any blood... I'm fine with it." She grinned back and handed him back his raiper. "I'm a lover you see... not a fighter."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 00:54:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Petronela is here, standing in the entrance and tapping her umbrella on the floor.<br>A prudish rabbit lady if there ever was one(even though she's busty like a goddess).<br><br>"I say, did anyone see my no good nephew here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 05:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro turns to face the Rabbit and raises one hand as if he's in class.<br><br>"Ooo, ooo..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 07:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Puss smiled at her and blinked his cute cat eyes at her. "Oh I assure you only my rapier draws blood. I prefer ot make love not war, but you know as well as I do that alot of people hate cats. A cat must be able to defend himself. No this one is for fun, he slid the rapier into its scabbard. This one is for pleasure.He clenched his cock miscles, causing her to bounce slightly. Little red hearts with rabbit ears, a cat's tail and whiskers, were flowing in a steady stream form his ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 19:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooo ooo what, young calf?"<br>Petronela immidietaly fixes her gaze on Toro and puts her hand on her waist.<br>"Did you see him, a young gray rabbit, wearing jeans, glasses? Or is this your attempt at a greeting? Oh, I do say, this place looks rather disorderly...!"<br>Her breasts heave visibly under her buttoned blouse as she speaks in a nervous and excited tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 19:50:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ye just answered my question.&nbsp; I was planning to ask who yer nephew was, or at least what he looks like.&nbsp; Haven't seen 'im, so I haven't."<br><br>Then Toro raises one eyebrow.<br><br>"Calf, is it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 12:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So I see..." Sara said sounding much amused.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 14:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Puss purred, leaning toward her and kissing her. The little Sarah shaped hearts were still floating over his head. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 22:39:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9203.msg331568#msg331568">Quote from: Brittlby on 24-03-2007, 07:25:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Taking this a step further, she came to a simple conclusion with a triumphant shout, "I'm DELICIOUS!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yeah. Well, I can roll into a ball, but you don't see me shouting it from the rooftop," Aramis said grumpily. Not today at least, it was actually something Aramis would do, and had done once or twice in the past. He was a bit jelous at the moment, he also wanted to be tasty! That being tasty made you more likely to be eaten hadn't even occured to him.<br>"Wanna see me do it?" he asked with enthusiasm, his little tail wagging, eager to show what he could do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 07:47:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See you do what? OH! Shout from the rooftop?!? I've never done that!" Jelli exclaimed, not sure why that sounded like fun. Perhaps it was because she'd never done it before, or maybe it was simply because it was better then actually working. The platypus eyed the Armadillo suspiciously, "BUT you're not supposed to leave the building until after you pay your bill... You do intend to pay, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>28-03-2007, 11:16:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aramis rolled his eyes. She might be sweet, but she also seemed a bit thick. Not nearly as clever as he was. "Alright then," he said, "if you really want me to I'll play your bill." His little paws darted out and grabbed the cute platypus' bill. He pressed his lips against it and blew it like a trumpet, producing a loud, honking sound that could be heard over the crowded room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>28-03-2007, 23:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9203.msg332013#msg332013">Quote from: MadPanda on 25-03-2007, 19:50:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Calf, is it?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"As far asicantell, that's the way they call a young bull, don't they?"<br>Petronela wiggled her nose quickly and looked at Toro very carefully.<br>"That's what you are..."<br>She even prodded his chair with her umbrella.<br>"Though you wouldn't be a wastrel kind of youth yourself, wouldn't you? What are you doing in this *suspicious* place that looks like some kind of..."<br><br>"...Tavern!"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>28-03-2007, 23:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jelli's hair flapped about as the armadillo's breath escaped from either ear in a deep trumpeting note. She folded her arms across her chest, taking a moment to swivel her pastry bill back into it's proper alignment, before poking Aramis with the "bill of services", "Hey, I gotta pay when p-p-people run out on the c-c-check!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-03-2007, 18:16:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9203.msg333272#msg333272">Quote from: Celestial Goblin on 28-03-2007, 23:33:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As far as I can tell, that's the way they call a young bull, don't they?"<br>Petronela wiggled her nose quickly and looked at Toro very carefully.<br>"That's what you are..."<br>She even prodded his chair with her umbrella.<br>"Though you wouldn't be a wastrel kind of youth yourself, wouldn't you? What are you doing in this *suspicious* place that looks like some kind of..."<br><br>"...Tavern!"<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Aye, when the bull's a wee one, then ye'd call him a calf.&nbsp; I'm a Bull."&nbsp; He chuckles.&nbsp; "Quite hugga-Bull, in fact.&nbsp; And if ye didn't see the sign out front, this's a nightclub.&nbsp; Taverns don't serve mixed drinks or have floor shows.&nbsp; Why don't yez come on in and find a seat somewhere so that ye can disapprove more comfortably?"<br><br>With what he obviously hopes is a charming smile, he pats the seat next to his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>30-03-2007, 20:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's no gratitude in life for people who try to take care of their family..."<br>The rabbit holds up her long skirt to take a comfortable seat in the place the big bull offered her.<br><br>"Maybe you my friend are not as bad as this place seems. And what does a floor show mean? The floor here doesn't seem to be worthy of showing at a..."<br><br>Of course once she's nicely seated, her gaze falls on the show of artists that goes on in the club. Her eyes go wide as saucers, and then she tries hard to pretend she didn't see it at all.<br><br>"I've looked for him trough the whole town, you know?"<br><br>A waitress just happens to be bringing a tray of drinks and Petronela picks up a glass, not even knowing of it's contents.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-03-2007, 20:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gracefully, artfully slipping his arm around the Bunny's shoulders, Toro nods sympathetically.<br><br>"Well, seeing as how this is such a popular place, he's like to show up sooner or later.&nbsp; Relax, why don't ye?&nbsp; Enjoy yerself fer a bit.&nbsp; And enjoy the view, too.&nbsp; There's no harm in it.&nbsp; Honest and truly, there's not."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>05-04-2007, 19:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile, Big Pink was artfully swinging back and forth, thinking as she sketched out plans for 'Operation: Freedom Disco Ball' in bright green.&nbsp; &nbsp;She scratched her head, knowing that this would be better then plan #19 but not nearly as good as plan #25.&nbsp; She looked at the clock on the wall.&nbsp; Almost time to implement it.&nbsp; Gauging the distance between her chandelier and the mirrored globe, she began swinging the great light slowly back and forth...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-04-2007, 19:04:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro, forced by circumstance to multitask, whistles up at Big Pink.<br><br>"You sure you wanna do that?&nbsp; It looks dangerous..."<br><br>(And that's a Set/Disarm Trap rolls for Big Pink...)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>06-04-2007, 18:06:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Big Pink smiled down at the bull, busy hanging from her tail whilst tying several lengths of string into intricat knots with her feet and searching her bag of tricks for a baseball bat and an orange.<br><br>"Sure i'm sure, Mr. Toro.&nbsp; I have it all worked out up here."&nbsp; hands and feet busy, she tapped her noggin with the tip of her tail... she hovered in mid air for a few seconds, before realizing what she had done.<br><br>"Opps!"&nbsp; she said, eyes going wide, before falling straight down towards the club floor and, incidentally, Toro's head.<br><br>"INCOMING!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2007, 18:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro blinks.<br><br>"Hey, watch out!"<br><br>...and reaches up to catch the falling pink monkey.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he misses and now has a big, pink, monkey-like hat.<br><br>Also unfortunately, he has managed to grab ahold of her.&nbsp; Oh, my.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>06-04-2007, 18:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Big Pink sqeeked like a doggy toy as Toro grabbed hold of her, her eyes going wide and popping out of her head. <br><br>"O"&nbsp; she said, then tured a deep shade of red, her eyes blinking furously.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2007, 18:28:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Puzzled, Toro gives the nice, round, bouncy, soft things in his hands a gentle squeeze or two, as if trying to figure out what they are...<br><br>"Hmmmm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2007, 22:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9203.msg333977#msg333977">Quote from: MadPanda on 30-03-2007, 20:23:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gracefully, artfully slipping his arm around the Bunny's shoulders, Toro nods sympathetically.<br><br>"Well, seeing as how this is such a popular place, he's like to show up sooner or later.&nbsp; Relax, why don't ye?&nbsp; Enjoy yerself fer a bit.&nbsp; And enjoy the view, too.&nbsp; There's no harm in it.&nbsp; Honest and truly, there's not."<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh yes, yes..."<br><br>Petronela never drank anything more powerful than tea.<br><br>"Dear, I do believe I should at least stick around for a time. I'm so tired looking for that... Whatever."<br><br>She looks again at the dancers at the stage, but now she seems less offended and more satisfied. At times she still makes strange faces at what she sees, but most of the time she's smiling...<br><br>"It reminds me of my drama lessons in the Prestigious University(P.U.)... Ah, it won't hurt to party a little."<br><br>Petronela looks at Big Pink curiously.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2007, 22:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping one hand on Big Pink, Toro slips that over-friendly arm around the Bunny again.<br><br>"That's right.&nbsp; Ye just relax an' enjoy the atmosphere.&nbsp; That nephew of yers'll show up, sooner or later."<br><br>Big Pink gets another squeeze.<br><br>"Hmmm.&nbsp; Soft.&nbsp; And warm.&nbsp; And...and...uhm...<sub>I'm such a dead Bull</sub>."<br><br>The look on his face makes it perfectly clear that he has belatedly Identified a Dangerous Thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 20:38:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dead Bull?&nbsp; Why would that be?&nbsp; Wouldn't that be more like Dead Eye as in Bull's eye?"&nbsp; Big Pink ponders, wondering what went wrong with her plan... "Chickens.&nbsp; I should have used chickens.&nbsp; Back to the drawing board."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 20:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro, unable to help himself, gives her another squeeze (since obviously she doesn't mind being felt up).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 15:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Petronela looks down on her abundant breasts being squeezed, but doesn't react. She watches curiously, but pretends nothing is happening at all.<br><br>"Tell me, come here often?"<br><br>She asks Big Pink in a most relaxed voice. Then she hiccups and her breasts bounce away from Toro's hand.<br><br>"Do you um... Hmm... Do you enjoy carrots maybe my dear?"<br><br>She takes Toro's strong hand and puts it right back where it first was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 16:14:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro gives the Bunny another squeeze, too.&nbsp; A silly grin spreads across his face as he does so.<br><br>"Well, now, that's quite friendly of yez..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 20:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's friendly?"<br>She asks, trying to look very serious.<br>"I am friendly to polite and well mannered youth, as long as they know how to behave..."<br>Petronela moves her lip and shows her long teeth in a playful grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-04-2007, 20:57:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not hittin' me fer accidentally gettin' a handful o' Pink, here, is what I mean."<br><br>Toro gives the Monkey another squeeze.<br><br>"And how would ye be definin' behave, I wonder?"<br><br>He shifts in his seat, grinning hopefully, and gives the Bunny another squeeze as well, pulling her a bit closer.<br><br>"I admit ta havin' a naughty streak, ye know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>14-04-2007, 05:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9203.msg333274#msg333274">Quote from: Brittlby on 28-03-2007, 23:42:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jelli's hair flapped about as the armadillo's breath escaped from either ear in a deep trumpeting note. She folded her arms across her chest, taking a moment to swivel her pastry bill back into it's proper alignment, before poking Aramis with the "bill of services", "Hey, I gotta pay when p-p-people run out on the c-c-check!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh," Aramis said, sounding a bit dissapointed. "Sure thing. How much was it again? And give me back my honk, I was tricked into giving you that and I want it back." Now he was just being unreasonable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>14-04-2007, 22:09:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're naughty?"<br><br>Petronela breathed in and looked curiously at Toro. Her breasts moved under his hand while her ears stood up, signifying curiosity.<br><br>"Do tell me, you aren't embarassed by being with two women at once..."<br><br>She pointed a finger.<br><br>"It's not embarassment in you, you're just so rela *hic* xed in this situation..."<br><br>Petronela looked to Big Pink.<br><br>"You might lack experience in such matters, but I can tell you that he could be thinking things of us that would make you blush... Right now, he could be undressing us in his mind and..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 03:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If only I was just undressin' yez in me head instead of thinkin' about..."<br><br>Too late, Toro realizes that this might qualify as Way Too Much Information and shuts his yap, grinning bashfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 20:41:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Petronela turned a bit red on her face and stared at Toro. But contrary to what some might expect, her look was one of intense curiosity and she looked like she'd almost be trying to corner Toro in his seat.<br><br>"What do you mean by that?"<br><br>She said every word very slowly.<br><br>"I'm not sure if I understand you well, my bull..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2007, 20:58:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd be lyin' if I claimed not ta have some very naughty thoughts about two women at once...and if ye'd like ta see what's under my kilt..."<br><br>Letting go of Petronela's breast, he guides her hand toward the hem of his kilt, grinning wickedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 17:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Underpants, I hope?"<br>Petronela made big eyes at Toro and let him guide her hand down between his strong thighs. When she reached his manhood, she immidietaly snatched it in her hand and assesed it's length and bulk, first giving an encouraging tickle on it's tip.<br>"Yes, fortunately, underpants"<br>She remarked, but didn't let go, nor move her hand away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2007, 17:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro shuts his eyes and grunts softly--he's definitely Bull-sized, and no, he's not wearing underpants!<br><br>"Oooooo...nice...wouldn't mind watchin' the two of yez sharin' a ride, not at all..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 16:48:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm at a loss about what kind of ride you mean, my dear."<br>Petronela looked innocently around while rubbing her fingers up and down Toro's penis, at the same time trying to tickle his balls.<br>"Maybe you know, Pink?"<br>She turned to Big Pink with a completely innocent, even a bit bored look on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 19:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhh, I think maybe a wee demonstration is in order, then," Toro grins, closing his eyes in appreciation of the coy Bunny's ministrations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>24-04-2007, 14:44:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bunny looked at him carefully.<br>"I'll let you know if it's something I don't approve of, but indeed, go ahead and show me."<br>She blinked and ran her index finger down the cock, from balls to the tip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-04-2007, 15:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That'd depend on which one of ye'd like to go first."<br><br>Toro gives Petronela another friendly squeeze.<br><br>"What'd ye say to a bit of Irish in ye?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 21:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Petronela wiggles her legs enthusiastically, twitching on her seat and moving closer to Toro.<br><br>"I would agree, because I can see how enthusiastic you are. And I'd hate to dissappoint your... enthusiasm."<br><br>Her face finally stretched into a devilish smile that she was holding back before. The sparks in her eyes betrayed lecherous intentions, and so did the twitch of her ears...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 21:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro laughs quietly.<br><br>"And how would the Bunny like to do this?&nbsp; Or should I ask ye how ye'd like to be done?"<br><br>He reaches for her waist.<br><br>"We could put ye in my lap, and then maybe our Pink friend here could play a little, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>07-05-2007, 12:09:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd sit in your lap, dear."<br><br>Petronela wiggles up from the chair and leans on Toro affectionally.<br><br>"But I'd need to roll up my skirt so to sit comfortably. Is that okay with you?"<br><br>She also gives Pink a meaningful excited look and grins to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-05-2007, 15:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"By all means," Toro pants.&nbsp; "Up with yer skirt!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 20:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Petronela takes her nice, long skirt and brings it up, baring her bushy little bunny tail, very shapely legs and showing a lot of enthusiasm...<br><br>"Good for us both this way, wouldn't you say?"<br><br>She makes an agile leap at Toro and wraps an arm around his neck. Her other hand makes sure that Toro's cock will find itself exactly between her legs and in the tendermost part of her body...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 21:13:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro reaches down to squeeze the Bunny's bottom nice and hard.<br><br>"Oh, aye...."<br><br>'Helping' her slide down on him, the Bull nuzzles her neck.<br><br>"Nice an' warm, ye are!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 22:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You would be so polite as to move your knees a bit, I'm leaning on you too much..."<br><br>The bunny supresses a gasp of pleasure when she does her best to ride Toro's cock and enjoy herself.<br><br>"Yes, that's good... Don't stop moving yourself at all."<br><br>She is very warm, she is wet and she concentrates on feeling the bull's large penis touch the nethermost part of her vagina... She likes it and repeatedly tries it again...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2007, 23:30:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro does his best to shift.<br><br>"Aaaaahhhh, yeah...yer friendly, aren't ye?"<br><br>Cupping her bottom with his large, strong hands, he kneads her and bends to nuzzle her breasts.<br><br>"A pity the Monkey doesn't want ta play right now!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>12-05-2007, 23:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think someone had a banana at another table... You know how the likes of her enjoy that sweet, curved stuff."<br><br>The bunny felt hands on her breasts and it made her feel so good she shivered. The breasts, already large and shapely ones now raised upwards even more.<br><br>"I prefer carrots, you know? Good, hard, healthy carrots..."<br><br>She almost squealed, because compared to her slender and petite built, Toro's cock was really large and sitting on it made her purr with more pleasure everytime she even moved.<br><br>"Would you mind twisting your abdomen in a rhytmical fashion, my dear Toro? If that's not too much of a problem for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-05-2007, 05:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh...ye'd be wanting me ta do this, then?"<br><br>He twists and grinds, changing his angle with each new stroke.<br><br>"How...mmmm...how's this?&nbsp; Enough of a long...hard...firm...'carrot' for yez?"<br><br>With a laugh, the Bull nuzzles her breasts again, licking a nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>14-05-2007, 20:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Firm, ripe and healthy carrot is what I want."<br><br>With a confident smile on her, the bunny wraps her arm around Toro's shoulder and gives herself to his caresses.<br><br>"Ah! Very carrot. Yes, very good."<br><br>She is grinning happily and gasping, her vagina already very wet and throbbing in readiness.<br><br>"At least one carrot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-05-2007, 20:22:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kneading her ass more firmly, Toro plants his feet carefully and thrusts himself up inside her, over and over, making her bounce...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 20:18:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And how she bounces... Her breasts bounce, her ears accidently hit Toro on the face, and of course her whole self is bouncing.<br><br>For this moment, even the capricious 'lady' pose disappears and Petronela is getting wild. Her hands grab and claw at Toro an she gasps loudly, then finally moans in pleasure and shouts to him 'Gooood booooy! Dooo this moreee.'<br><br>The bouncing turns into a full blown orgasm, Petronela losing control of her body in Toro's embrace, wetting herself and getting quiet for a moment.<br><br>But only for a moment.<br><br>"I say, that was very good but you are shouting too much."<br><br>She touches his nose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 20:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro grins at her, his large hands still fondling her full breasts.<br><br>"Yer friendly.&nbsp; But what is it ye'll be wantin' me ta do next?"<br><br>He moves his hands to fondle her bottom again.<br><br>"Want ta turn around?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>18-05-2007, 18:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Petronela squirms under his touch and bends down, pressing her very wet and very tender rabbit-cunt hard onto Toro's cock.<br><br>"You're no gentleman if you will leave me now. We should spend the night together ahh.. an... and get to kno... know each other!"<br><br>She turns back to look at him, eyes narrowed and a very devilish smile on her lips.<br><br>"You are a nice boy, but need guidance about manners...!"<br><br>Her gaze turns even fiercer and she licks her lips excitably.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-05-2007, 19:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Full service, is it?"<br><br>He waggles his eyebrows.<br><br>"I might be able ta accommodate yez on that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 15:59:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If we met and enjoy each other, it would be a loss if we just break it up like some impatient people."<br><br>Petronela made herself comfortable on Toro, held his arm with one hand and reached for a glass of wine with the other. All that with a look on her face like she'd just be discussing the weather with someone.<br><br>"Let's not just stare into each other's eyes but look into each other. Tell me about yourself, tell me what do you enjoy. It's so important to value a person for their mind, not their..."<br><br>A pleasant gasp escaped from her lips as she ground against Toro again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 16:26:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh...I'm a simple Bull, I admit.&nbsp; I like a good drink every now and again, I do.&nbsp; And a good woman...aaaahhh..."<br><br>He shuts his eyes and groans as she shifts.<br><br>"An' rugby, but it's so rare ta find that showin' on the telly hereabouts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>22-05-2007, 20:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No no..."<br>Petronela took her hand down to grab at the base of Toro's cock and guide it better.<br>"You are a unpolished diamond, then. A polite gentleman, but you really should expand your horizons...!"<br>She was skillfully tickling the sensitive body part to make Toro really stiff again.<br>"Don't you read good books, for example? Sports are a nice thing for a young bull, though... I'm not saying it's not a good..."<br>She tickled him again.<br>"Idea to work on your body..."<br>Her other hand runs across Toro's chest delicately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-05-2007, 20:31:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm...not much fer readin', I'm not...but I'm not above learnin' a thing or two."<br><br>Toro moans in the back of his throat.<br><br>"And there ya have it.&nbsp; Not much of a mystery about me, that fer certain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 17:43:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You need to learn then. I'm all for guiding eager people so they could learn... about others and about themselves..."<br><br>Petronela is keeping Toro on the very edge, manipulating his tender parts so to make him aroused, but prevent him from the release. When he is too close to the edge, her fingers become bothersome instead of pleasant, then back again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-05-2007, 19:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aaaahhhh...fer pity's sake!"<br><br>He gives her his best Pathetic Bull Eyes, all but pleading for release.<br><br>"Yer a bad Bunny..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 17:13:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't give me those eyes, now."<br><br>The bad bunny continues with her ministrations, feeling how Toro's veins tense and his balls get heavy with seed.<br><br>"Is something wrong? It's that you are impatient for me get to the point, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 19:14:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhhhh...a wee bit impatient, that I am..."<br><br>He moans, letting his head roll back.<br><br>"Ohhhhhhh!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 18:04:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, so we now know you are impatient."<br><br>Petronela stated the fact calmly and smiled.<br><br>At the same time, she decided to give Toro a worthy reward for the patience he shown so far and concentrated on bringing him to a most intense and drawn-out orgasm she could...<br><br>The next moment she'd start teasing him to push the pleasure back, she would make it more intense this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-05-2007, 18:13:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro bellows with pent up frustration and denied release...<br><br>"Fer cryin' out loud, lady!&nbsp; Just...ahhhhhh!"<br><br>Apparently he wasn't expecting such a proper lady to be a tease&nbsp; :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>01-06-2007, 21:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just don't be yawning so loud, someone might see us!"<br><br>She finished what she started, stroking the huge penis up and down while keeping a happy bunny-grin on her face. When Toro came, she leaned to the side to avoid too much of it falling on her.<br><br>"Oh, I think we spilled something... I will have to change my clothing."<br><br>Petronela held Toro's now limper cock in her paws, peeking at it curiously to check how eager Toro still is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-06-2007, 21:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He's already starting to recover.<br><br>"Faith...wouldn't mind doing that on yer tits..."<br><br>He laughs self-consciously.<br><br>"Should we take this somewhere else, d'ye think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 17:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My what, sorry? I didn't get you..."<br><br>Petronela smiles and moves as to make her breasts jiggle up and down.<br><br>"Oh, you say we should find a calmer place? Why yes, we should. I don't really like crowds. Or anyway, not that big!"<br><br>The bunny attentively looks around and frowns a little.<br><br>"I live on the far side of town, I would enjoy inviting you to my house. It's a little outside ettiquete to just *bring* you there right now, though. Now, if it would be raining then letting you come inside..."<br><br>Petronela giggles at herself quietly.<br><br>"Would be more appropriate. And I do think it's going to rain. To rain..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 17:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toro blinks as he tries to follow the logic involved...then smiles.<br><br>"Faith, it's a bit damp out.&nbsp; Lead on, then, if ye'd be so kind."<br><br>He rises and helps her to her feet.<br><br>"Sorry to be imposin' on yez like this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 22:48:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's a bright sunny afternoon when Petronela and Toro step outside.<br>"If anyone asks, you can just tell them we know each other from the artistic gardening course!"<br>She looks around, stepping slowly and elegantly on her very high heels and adjusting the little umbrella on her shoulder.<br>"Perhaps a cab...? Where are those now, they should have enough organization to stand where they are visible!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 23:35:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, well.&nbsp; Let me help yez with that..."<br><br>Toro takes one step out into the street, puts two fingers in his mouth, and whistles loudly enough to shatter glass.<br><br>"TAXI!!!"<br><br>Surprisingly, this gets results, and a cheerful yellow cab screeches to a halt in front of the Bunny and Bull.&nbsp; The back door pops open and Toro holds it for Petronella with a flourish.<br><br>"After yez, milady fair."<br><br>The cab is apparently driven by a very bored looking Cat in a letterman's jacket.&nbsp; Beside him on the seat is a Mouse, who bounces up and down excitedly.<br><br>"Where to, Mac," the Cat asks, doing his best to ignore his exhuberant seat-mate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-06-2007, 21:55:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A cat <em>and</em> a mouse together? Petronela looks at them suspiciously.<br>"Are you both drivers? Anyway, we'd like to go fifteen Nicehedge Avenue."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Toontown After Hours]--Ink and Paint Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-06-2007, 18:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're brothers," is the reply, in stereo, to Petronella's unasked question. They must hear it a lot.&nbsp; "Long story."<br><br>The Cat swats the Mouse and then turns the meter on.<br><br>"Fifteen Nicehedge Avenue, aye aye."<br><br>And the cab...springs straight up into the air, sprouts a pair of rocket engines, and shoots off in the general direction of the desired address!<br><br>(go to Toontown After Hours--Elsewhere)<br><br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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