Choose-your-own-porn-adventure!

[EsylaMcSassy]

I swear I didn't know what this was going to be like when I did it...honest!<P>Do your own here: <A HREF="http://pokeslash.tvheaven.com/files/instantslash2.html" TARGET=_blank>http://pokeslash.tvheaven.com/files/instantslash2.html</A> <P>or read mine...careful, this turned out kind of scary!<P><i>
The darkness was all around as Scrubbo walked through Dick's Last Resort down towards his room at the Courtyard, random thoughts of kinky circus sex crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Esyla had told him she often dreamed about Darren "Gav" Bleul involved in chop! chop! chop! with a Canadian, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Pauly .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Damonk, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Pauly masturbating himself with a copy of Black Plague, issue #1.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the spork he was carrying with him. Would Pauly's nose feel like that to his bum?
What would Pauly think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating edible panties off Pauly's beautiful chin?
Scrubbo rubbed the spork against his nose whispering Pauly's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his room at the Courtyard but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Pauly's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Pauly had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Dick's Last Resort was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the edible panties he was carrying and leisurely scratched his nose.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Scrubbo calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his edible panties and ran towards the sound of his fellow toon teller's voice.
Pauly stumbled through the darkness towards Scrubbo. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his fellow toon teller being attacked by a Canadian? Was he about to be raped by Tatsuya Ishida dressed as Darren "Gav" Bleul? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his bum.
Scrubbo, Scrubbo, my fellow toon teller, screamed Pauly. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Scrubbo leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the spork and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare chin pointing in the air.
Pauly! Scrubbo gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Damonk said you were in your room at the Courtyard engaged in some kinky circus sex with Esyla.
No, I was alone in my room at the Courtyard with nothing but my copy of Black Plague, issue #1 for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your chin was, and how I would like to stroke my nose against it, and have you kiss my bum, and now I see your chin for myself I realise that not even Darren "Gav" Bleul has a chin to compare with yours.
Oh, fellow toon teller, Damonk said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Esyla.
What! That old Canadian, I'd rather get involved in chop! chop! chop! with Tatsuya Ishida, a spork and edible panties than dream of kinky circus sex with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my bum curl.
Oh, Scrubbo!
Oh, Pauly, my fellow toon teller!
Cue soft music, sounds of kinky circus sex and chop! chop! chop!, soft focus and fade.........
</i><P>*shudder* i warned you!!<P>------------------
Love and other indoor sports,
Esyla
...:<A HREF="http://angrypeople.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>Angry People</A>:...

[SuperJoe]

I'm not in that story...
...but it's not a bad thing.<P>------------------
Oy! You there! Look!
<A HREF="http://jwalkin.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>J-Walkin'</A> smells cool!
<A HREF="http://comicollage.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>Comicollage</A> shows you that... It shows you nothing!
<A HREF="http://spoon.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>Spoon on High</A> featuring Fire On The Mountian. But only on Sundays.
<A HREF="http://www.fourtoontellers.com" TARGET=_blank>The Four Toon Tellers</A> is the last of these links. Big whoop!
"You're fast becoming the Don Juan of the 'Space, Joe!" says Damonk. So you know it's true!

[Damonk13]

BWAHAHAHA!

[Simon_Jester]

In a story that is essentially a solid, writhing mass of disturbing and unnatural images, why is it that Scrubbo with blue hair is the one that scares me the most?<P><I>. . . chop . . . chop . . . chop . . . .</I><P>The darkness was all around as Damonk walked through the food court down towards his naughty room, random thoughts of beastiality crossing his mind. <P>He had been shocked earlier when Aeire had told him she often dreamed about Chris Crosby involved in anilinguis with a pimp cow , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving SupaJoe .<P>One day he would discuss his feelings with Troutman, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of SupaJoe masturbating himself with a beer bottle.<P>The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the corkscrew he was carrying with him. Would SupaJoe's prostate feel like that to his foreskin?<P>What would SupaJoe think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Keith's off SupaJoe's beautiful leftmost testicle?<P>Damonk rubbed the corkscrew against his prostate whispering SupaJoe's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his naughty room but desire overtook him and he came, screaming SupaJoe's name into the night.<P>Meanwhile, SupaJoe had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. the food court was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Keith's he was carrying and leisurely scratched his prostate.<P>He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Damonk calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Keith's and ran towards the sound of his Spons's voice.<P>SupaJoe stumbled through the darkness towards Damonk. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Spons being attacked by a pimp cow. Was he about to be raped by NotDamonk dressed as Chris Crosby? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his foreskin.<P>Damonk, Damonk, my Spons, screamed SupaJoe. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Damonk leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the corkscrew and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare leftmost testicle pointing in the air.<P>SupaJoe! Damonk gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Troutman said you were in your naughty room engaged in some beastiality with Aeire.<P>No, I was alone in my naughty room with nothing but my beer bottle for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your leftmost testicle was, and how I would like to stroke my prostate against it, and have you kiss my foreskin, and now I see your leftmost testicle for myself I realise that not even Chris Crosby has a leftmost testicle to compare with yours.<P>Oh, Spons, Troutman said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Aeire.<P>What! That old pimp cow, I'd rather get involved in anilinguis with NotDamonk, a corkscrew and Keith's than dream of beastiality with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my foreskin curl.<P>Oh, Damonk!<P>Oh, SupaJoe, my Spons!<P>Cue soft music, sounds of beastiality and anilinguis, soft focus and fade.........
<p>[This message has been edited by Simon_Jester (edited 07-26-2001).]

[Coldacid]

That was a wee bit <u>too</u> disturbing for me... *shudders*
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coldacid - <A HREF="mailto:coldacid_@hotmail.com">coldacid_@hotmail.com</A> <P>Supreme commander of the Avalon Fan Militia (AFM)<P>Damonk, your beer is mine. Mwahaha!

[SuperJoe]

...okay. I was in THAT story.<P>------------------
Oy! You there! Look!
<A HREF="http://jwalkin.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>J-Walkin'</A> smells cool!
<A HREF="http://comicollage.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>Comicollage</A> shows you that... It shows you nothing!
<A HREF="http://spoon.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>Spoon on High</A> featuring Fire On The Mountian. But only on Sundays.
<A HREF="http://www.fourtoontellers.com" TARGET=_blank>The Four Toon Tellers</A> is the last of these links. Big whoop!
"You're fast becoming the Don Juan of the 'Space, Joe!" says Damonk. So you know it's true!

[The Joester]

is it wrong if i was arroused by that?<P>------------------
<A HREF="http://situationnowhere.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>~Joe</A>

[Psiogen]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by The Joester:
<B>is it wrong if i was arroused by that?
</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Just the existence of that thing is so wrong that it's seriously unbalancing the universe. Becoming aroused as a result of it is small potatoes.<P>------------------
Sylvan
<A HREF="http://spork.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>http://spork.keenspace.com</A>
George W. Bush, Gonad the Barbarian, and a rabbit named Pantagruel. It doesn't get much worse than this, folks.

[Pauly]

What the hell is a matter with you people?<P>------------------
You haven't seen my <A HREF="http://www.untitledagain.com" TARGET=_blank>comic</A> yet!?! What, are <A HREF="http://www.untitledagain.com" TARGET=_blank>U</A> <A HREF="http://www.untitledagain.com" TARGET=_blank>A</A> Wussy!?!
Whatever you do, don't go <A HREF="http://www.fourtoontellers.com" TARGET=_blank>Here</A>, or <A HREF="http://www.fourtoontellers.com" TARGET=_blank>Here</A>, and especially <A HREF="http://www.fourtoontellers.com" TARGET=_blank>Here</A>!!!

[Coldacid]

The darkness was all around as Mike walked through forest down towards his cot, random thoughts of tantric positioning crossing his mind. <P>He had been shocked earlier when Sherri had told him she often dreamed about Peter involved in doggy style with a sheep , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Dave .<P>One day he would discuss his feelings with Roy, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Dave masturbating himself with a lubrication.<P>The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the turkey baster he was carrying with him. Would Dave's penis feel like that to his arm?<P>What would Dave think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating pizza off Dave's beautiful leg?<P>Mike rubbed the turkey baster against his penis whispering Dave's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his cot but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Dave's name into the night.<P>Meanwhile, Dave had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. forest was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the pizza he was carrying and leisurely scratched his penis.<P>He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Mike calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his pizza and ran towards the sound of his bitch's voice.<P>Dave stumbled through the darkness towards Mike. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his bitch being attacked by a sheep. Was he about to be raped by Roger dressed as Peter? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his arm.<P>Mike, Mike, my bitch, screamed Dave. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Mike leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the turkey baster and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare leg pointing in the air.<P>Dave! Mike gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Roy said you were in your cot engaged in some tantric positioning with Sherri.<P>No, I was alone in my cot with nothing but my lubrication for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your leg was, and how I would like to stroke my penis against it, and have you kiss my arm, and now I see your leg for myself I realise that not even Peter has a leg to compare with yours.<P>Oh, bitch, Roy said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Sherri.<P>What! That old sheep, I'd rather get involved in doggy style with Roger, a turkey baster and pizza than dream of tantric positioning with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my arm curl.<P>Oh, Mike!<P>Oh, Dave, my bitch!<P>Cue soft music, sounds of tantric positioning and doggy style, soft focus and fade.........
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coldacid - <A HREF="mailto:coldacid_@hotmail.com">coldacid_@hotmail.com</A> <P>Supreme commander of the Avalon Fan Militia (AFM)<P>Damonk, your beer is mine. Mwahaha!

[Not damonk]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Pauly:
<B>What the hell is a matter with you people?
</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Why, are you disappointed that there isn't MORE of these in the thread? <IMG SRC="http://www.keenspace.com/forums/biggrin.gif">
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"no. i only look like him, umm, i mean~~ never heard of the guy..."
~~not damonk<P><A HREF="http://framed.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>Loose Canvass! The NotComic!</A><P>(any similarities to any other site currently despised by <A HREF="http://www.choppingblock.org/" TARGET=_blank>Lee Herold</A> are purely coincidental)

[EsylaMcSassy]

No, he's just dissapointed that he isn't in more of them! ^_~<P>oh lord, I had no idea the chaos that would ensue from this...<P>------------------
Love and other indoor sports,
Esyla<P>Read <A HREF="http://angrypeople.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>Angry People</A> or I'll shove a flaming crowbar up your nose and sprinkle lime pixie sticks in your shoes.
I tell ya, <A HREF="http://www.radcomics.com" TARGET=_blank>Life's So Rad</A> these days...
<A HREF="http://four.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>The Four Toon Tellers</A> are the hottest new boy band! They are so dreamy! *teehee*

[Psiogen]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by EsylaMcSassy:
<B>No, he's just dissapointed that he isn't in more of them! ^_~
</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>I can fix that!<P>Behold:
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The darkness was all around as Pauly walked through Canada down towards his dumpster, random thoughts of enemas crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Paulette had told him she often dreamed about Pauly involved in cunnilingus with a Crab , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Pauly .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Pauly, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Pauly masturbating himself with a Pauly's leg.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the mop he was carrying with him. Would Pauly's achilles tendon feel like that to his right buttcheek?
What would Pauly think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Pauly-O's off Pauly's beautiful shoulderblade?
Pauly rubbed the mop against his achilles tendon whispering Pauly's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his dumpster but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Pauly's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Pauly had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Canada was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Pauly-O's he was carrying and leisurely scratched his achilles tendon.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Pauly calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Pauly-O's and ran towards the sound of his Pauly's voice.
Pauly stumbled through the darkness towards Pauly. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Pauly being attacked by a Crab. Was he about to be raped by Troutman dressed as Pauly? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his right buttcheek.
Pauly, Pauly, my Pauly, screamed Pauly. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Pauly leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the mop and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare shoulderblade pointing in the air.
Pauly! Pauly gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Pauly said you were in your dumpster engaged in some enemas with Paulette.
No, I was alone in my dumpster with nothing but my Pauly's leg for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your shoulderblade was, and how I would like to stroke my achilles tendon against it, and have you kiss my right buttcheek, and now I see your shoulderblade for myself I realise that not even Pauly has a shoulderblade to compare with yours.
Oh, Pauly, Pauly said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Paulette.
What! That old Crab, I'd rather get involved in cunnilingus with Troutman, a mop and Pauly-O's than dream of enemas with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my right buttcheek curl.
Oh, Pauly!
Oh, Pauly, my Pauly!
Cue soft music, sounds of enemas and cunnilingus, soft focus and fade.........

[EsylaMcSassy]

oh god...that was wrong on so many levels...<P>------------------
Love and other indoor sports,
Esyla<P>Read <A HREF="http://angrypeople.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>Angry People</A> or I'll shove a flaming crowbar up your nose and sprinkle lime pixie sticks in your shoes.
I tell ya, <A HREF="http://www.radcomics.com" TARGET=_blank>Life's So Rad</A> these days...
<A HREF="http://four.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>The Four Toon Tellers</A> are the hottest new boy band! They are so dreamy! *teehee*

[Elvengrrl]

<I>And then the Pizza Guy arrived...<P>"Nice apartment," he said. "Bet it has big bedrooms."<P>*que cheesy porn music*</I><P>*blinks* oop! how'd that get there? good thing i stopped when i did....who knows what would have happened next? *^_-* it's all those stories, man....making me into more of a perv than usual...but anyway....<P>[Announcer] <I>We now return you to your regular wacked out porn thread, already in progress...</I><p>[This message has been edited by elvengrrl (edited 08-14-2001).]

[The Joester]

...there once was a man from nantucket...<P>------------------
<A HREF="http://situationnowhere.keenspace.com/" TARGET=_blank>~Joe</A>