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Welcome to Frappuchinos! Now Serving: Bathroom Encounter
Art by 
siriusdog! And this story is dedicated to 
chemicalwolf! Why? Maybe if you ask nicely I'll tell you.
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Venti ducked to enter the men's restroom, wondering why he always abused the free refills policy of his favorite sushi bar. There was a average sized fox already at one urinal, but fortunately they were the only two there, so he went to one that was two urnials away from the fox.
Christ, thought Venti, I drank way too much water. With the way his bladder was feeling, he was going to be there for a while. He mused to himself how bad it'd be had he been drinking beer or soda, and glanced over at the fox.
The fox was staring up at Venti, open muzzled, with a look that was part awe, part disbelief, and a smidgen of fear. Oh great, thought the jackal, I wonder which kind of freakout this one's going to have? Venti managed what he hoped was a polite smile: No fangs showing, lips firmly pressed together. "Hi."
"I knew I was drunk," said the fox, "but I had no idea I was THIS drunk."
As freakouts go, this one was tame. "How drunk are you?" Venti asked politely, still pissing into the urinal, occasionally flushing it to keep from causing an accidental overflow.
"You look like you're twelve feet tall! Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, your forearms are bigger than my chest!"
Venti glanced at the fox: well, his forearms might not be as big as the claim, but then again the vulpine was a small one. "I'm only about nine feet tall, sir."
"You're about as broad as three of them urinals!."
Hoo boy. This was slowly turning into one big freakout. "I'm sure I'm only as broad as two."
"And that dick! Holy hell, I thought I was hung!" The fox was now blatantly looking at Venti's member.
"Sir, I don't think you should be looking at--"
"How big is it?"
"I don't know, sir."
The fox had already finished up, and reached over to try and touch Venti's member. "Is it made of gold?"
Venti had fortunately finished up as well, and turned his back to the fox. "No, it's not," he muttered, zipping up and leaving the restroom.
Bathroom freakouts were the worst.
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siriusdog! And this story is dedicated to 
chemicalwolf! Why? Maybe if you ask nicely I'll tell you.***
Venti ducked to enter the men's restroom, wondering why he always abused the free refills policy of his favorite sushi bar. There was a average sized fox already at one urinal, but fortunately they were the only two there, so he went to one that was two urnials away from the fox.
Christ, thought Venti, I drank way too much water. With the way his bladder was feeling, he was going to be there for a while. He mused to himself how bad it'd be had he been drinking beer or soda, and glanced over at the fox.
The fox was staring up at Venti, open muzzled, with a look that was part awe, part disbelief, and a smidgen of fear. Oh great, thought the jackal, I wonder which kind of freakout this one's going to have? Venti managed what he hoped was a polite smile: No fangs showing, lips firmly pressed together. "Hi."
"I knew I was drunk," said the fox, "but I had no idea I was THIS drunk."
As freakouts go, this one was tame. "How drunk are you?" Venti asked politely, still pissing into the urinal, occasionally flushing it to keep from causing an accidental overflow.
"You look like you're twelve feet tall! Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, your forearms are bigger than my chest!"
Venti glanced at the fox: well, his forearms might not be as big as the claim, but then again the vulpine was a small one. "I'm only about nine feet tall, sir."
"You're about as broad as three of them urinals!."
Hoo boy. This was slowly turning into one big freakout. "I'm sure I'm only as broad as two."
"And that dick! Holy hell, I thought I was hung!" The fox was now blatantly looking at Venti's member.
"Sir, I don't think you should be looking at--"
"How big is it?"
"I don't know, sir."
The fox had already finished up, and reached over to try and touch Venti's member. "Is it made of gold?"
Venti had fortunately finished up as well, and turned his back to the fox. "No, it's not," he muttered, zipping up and leaving the restroom.
Bathroom freakouts were the worst.
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Category All / All
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1245 x 918px
File Size 167.1 kB
Pfft! I decided to shave my head, and with the new ´do , I went to a cafe stand. One guy grabbed me by my behind and told me "Helloooo Deary", so, I slowly turned back , GLARED, and told him "I BEG your PARDON?". It took him two seconds to get to his senses , and stammered "S.. S Sorry Sir". Yes there are Freakouts out there.
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