I gotcher whipped cream - the real stuff, mind you, not that canned stuff.
I gotcher chocolate sauce. I gotcher five person hottub with bubblebath. I got your peeled grapes, your marischino cherries, your big tickling feather, and -
(Reaching into the gaggle of naked bodies running past, closing on an ankle - the owner of which trips and falls in a puddle of peppermint oil)
Ok, Phouka, let’im go; I’ve got some 90 weight here, and if you’re feelin’ frisky I’ll give you what Athena got. Even if you get clean again, the smell will be with you a LONG time!
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Having sucessfully backed SanibelMan to the door and giving him a stern warning, Ayesha turns and sees that the wicked VB has returned and is tormenting her fellow feathered fighters.
She sneaks up behind VB and swiftly plants one of the hot sauce filled super soakers down the back of his pants. Hold it right there, you take one more step toward Pouka with that forty weight and I’ll blast your butt.
Damn I’ll never get to Lion like this.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Gee, I almost forgot that I was on the Internet. Good thing this thread was here.
Rousseau steps off his soapbox, writes “HYPOCRITE” on his chest with chocolate syrup, and steps into the fray.
With one swift movement, he disarms Shadowfox and binds her wrists to a bedpost with handcuffs of his own. He picks up a stray feather from the floor and begins the torture…
The IQ of a group is equal to the IQ of the dumbest member divided by the number of people in the group.
As VB approaches Ayesha, she struggles to break Rousseaus’ grip. Eyeing VB fearfully, she holds still and waits for the ‘mane’ chance, but her heart falls as she sees VB not only pick up the feathers, but the super soaker of Death! Not to mention the cuffs and strap-on… His evil grin does not bode well for the lioness!
But, his attention focused on our beloved goddess, VB doesn’t notice when I let Sealemon go with a smack on the bottom, come up behind him and with amazing legerdemain (and a banana from one of my sisters-in-arms, er, -pillows) turn him into a large VB sundae - whipped cream, chopped nuts, the works. With a kiss, I slip him a little tongue and a marachino cherry to finish it off.
Then, I dash in, give Roussea the same treatment (but without the cherry)and steal Ayesha away.
And a loud moan of sympathetic pains arises from the gallery, as hundreds of men wince and cross their legs simultaneously…
The window’s open folks, let’s hear your bets. Who’ll survive the incredible carnage? Who’ll walk out the winner, and who will walk out the loser? Can we actually call any of the participants losers, in this peanut-butter and whipped cream filled montage of breasts and loins? That, my friends, is the question.
Anyways, I’m starting all odds on takers at the standard 3:1.
JMCJ
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After thanking Pouka for freeing her from the clutches of the evil VB and Rousseau
Ayesha swiftly turns and and grabs both men by thier uh… nuts, and says I prefer crushed nuts to chopped ,thank you.
As all the other men in the room turn away so they do not have to look at the gruesome sight of VB and Rousseau following Ayesha like puppies as she drags them by those very tender parts to the rest of her fellow fighters. Here ladies look what I got, shall we make them do tricks for us ? It’s easy, just tell them what to do and squeeze hard. Amazing what a little training can do.
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Jeez, turn my back for one minute and look what happens! The party hots up again!
OK, Ayesha, so you wanna play rough? Says the not-so-evil-actually-quite-a-nice-guy-once-you-get-to-know-him VB, as he pulls the hog ring and pliers from his pocket and reaches for Ayeshas’ right breast…
Meanwhile, having freed himself from Lioness’s claws, and having deftly caught the Super-Soaker of death tossed to him by VB, Rousseau turns to give Phouka her just come-uppance!
The rest of the men in the cheer to see these two gallant knights swiftly turn the tables on their Eeeevil Captors, all the while ignoring the residual pain from there 'nads in quite a stoic fashion!