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Rise of the Raccoon Queen, Part 22
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Michael opened the door, quickly closed it, and said, “Women!”
“Oh boy!” Fred said, and all three of them went into a huddle.
Matt was gesturing and periodically Fred would stick his head up, ears swiveling, before ducking down again. Finally they straightened up, clapped their paws while saying, “Break!” and set off into the shop.
With only a momentary scuffle as Fred and Michael tried to enter at the same time, getting stuck in the doorway. Matt finally kicked the dog in his arse, breaking the logjam, and he followed the pair of twits in. I brought up the rear.
Michael was right. Two rather young and very attractive femmes were behind the counter. One was a reindeer who filled out her jumpsuit very nicely, and the other was an anteater whose uniform showcased the benefits of youth, a healthy diet and vigorous exercise.
Fred wasted no time at all, leaning against the counter and saying, “Allo, allo, allo! What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?”
The reindeer femme said, “My job. How about you?”
Michael politely doffed his beret to the anteater and asked, “How do you do, young lady? My name’s Michael.”
“My name’s Dorotea,” the anteater said, “and I do very well, thank you.” It may have been her completely flat and uninterested tone of voice, but the mink’s tail promptly drooped.
The reindeer yawned very elaborately, but Fred seemed undeterred. “Say,” he said, “when we’re done here, would you like to go out dancing? Working in a tailor’s shop, you’d know what they say about dancing.” At the reindeer’s blank look he grinned and said, “Those who trip the light fantastic shouldn’t trust to cheap elastic.”
Story by
Walt46 and M. Mitchell Marmel. All rights lefted.
Art by
Tegerio. Dorotea, Lisbet and coloring © moi. Three Twits © their own fool selves.
Michael opened the door, quickly closed it, and said, “Women!”
“Oh boy!” Fred said, and all three of them went into a huddle.
Matt was gesturing and periodically Fred would stick his head up, ears swiveling, before ducking down again. Finally they straightened up, clapped their paws while saying, “Break!” and set off into the shop.
With only a momentary scuffle as Fred and Michael tried to enter at the same time, getting stuck in the doorway. Matt finally kicked the dog in his arse, breaking the logjam, and he followed the pair of twits in. I brought up the rear.
Michael was right. Two rather young and very attractive femmes were behind the counter. One was a reindeer who filled out her jumpsuit very nicely, and the other was an anteater whose uniform showcased the benefits of youth, a healthy diet and vigorous exercise.
Fred wasted no time at all, leaning against the counter and saying, “Allo, allo, allo! What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?”
The reindeer femme said, “My job. How about you?”
Michael politely doffed his beret to the anteater and asked, “How do you do, young lady? My name’s Michael.”
“My name’s Dorotea,” the anteater said, “and I do very well, thank you.” It may have been her completely flat and uninterested tone of voice, but the mink’s tail promptly drooped.
The reindeer yawned very elaborately, but Fred seemed undeterred. “Say,” he said, “when we’re done here, would you like to go out dancing? Working in a tailor’s shop, you’d know what they say about dancing.” At the reindeer’s blank look he grinned and said, “Those who trip the light fantastic shouldn’t trust to cheap elastic.”
Story by
Walt46 and M. Mitchell Marmel. All rights lefted. Art by
Tegerio. Dorotea, Lisbet and coloring © moi. Three Twits © their own fool selves.
Category Cel Shading / Doodle
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 2148 x 1280px
File Size 1.12 MB
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