Sasha's Spa TreatmentThe automatic doors making up the entrance of Shirley's Toon Spa glided open as Sasha approached them. The trip from Toonville to Flat Ridge had been quite a lengthy one, and although this spa apparently had a stellar reputation, she hadn't really planned to come and try it out until she'd gotten that gift certificate for it in the mail.
Sasha was a human girl, almost twenty years of age, with two pink ponytails on either side of her head, an above-average breast size, and white-and-blue clothing that somehow passed for a schoolgirl outfit. Below her blue skirt she wore striped pink-and-white stockings and red shoes.
In front of her, a white anthro lioness stood behind the counter. The two of them made eye contact as Sasha approached.
"Welcome to Shirley's Toon Spa. My name is Alicia. Will this be appointment or walk-in?"
"Uh... walk-in, I guess. I have a gift certificate."
Sasha took the gift certificate out of her pocket and set it on the counter. Alicia examined it, then care
Pool Party -Trade-The pool party was that afternoon, and Lizzie and Abbe still hadn't been able to secure a good pool toy for the occasion. Every toy was too expensive, or too ugly, or too... well, Abbe seemed to be a bit picky when it came to pool toys.Pool Party -Trade-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Stop stalling, Abbe!" Lizzie moped as the two of them scanned the shelves of one last sporting goods store. "Let's just pick one and get it over with!"
"It's the middle of summer, Lizzie," the blue wolf reminded her twin sister. "If it were good someone would've bought it by now. You were the one who thought it could wait until the last minute."
"Well, if all else fails..."
"We've been over this already. Big, round balloons don't make good pool toys. Besides, the last time we tried it I kept tipping upside-down and getting water up my nose."
Abbe turned around to scour the shelves again... and caught sight of something behind all the inflatables she'd deemed too ugly. Rushing in, she dug through and uncovered i
Nothing Flat -Trade-It was getting dark, and Brian was lost.Nothing Flat -Trade-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The silver panther had only intended to run down to the grocery store for a few things, but on the way there he'd taken a wrong turn and wound up who-knows-where. How he'd even done that, considering the grocery store was just down the street from his home and practically unmissable, was a mystery.
Still, here he was. He'd decided to take a shortcut down an alley, wondering if he'd see his home again before tomorrow morning.
Brian looked up. A female cheetah, bright yellow with black spots, was leaning against the wall nearby with folded arms. She was buxom and quite attractive, with brown eyes, and wore a magenta latex bodysuit with no apparent way to remove, plus a decorative orange ribbon of questionable origin around the end of her tail. A close examination of her forehead (if one could manage to look there) would reveal two spots in the shape of a question mark.
"Psst," she said again. "I'm
Laundry Day"Just about finished" Jasmine stated as she sighed happily to herself. It had taken her all day long, but she had managed to clean the entire home up, sure she was just staying there, but it certainly felt great. She then glanced at the pile of clothes infront of her "All thats left is to wash these clothes and I'll be finished."Laundry Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she bent over to pick up the clothes, she heard the sound of someone fumbling with the front door. Smiling to herself, she figured it was Jennifer, and began to make her way over, forgetting the clothes for now.
However as Jasmine got closer to the door, she noticed a bit of an odor. The odor was quite strong, but it didn't deter her as she opened the door.
"Hahahah, t-thanks Jasmine, I was uh, having trouble with the door again." Replied the woman who stood on the other end of the door. It was Jennifer, a 6 ft 2 inch tall muscular woman, with long green hair. However she also was covered in sweat, and was clearly the where the odor was coming from.
Laundry Wringer -Kane-Wow. So Indigo really DID get one of these things.Laundry Wringer -Kane-5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In Indigo's front yard, Kane inspected the electric laundry wringer that had been installed the day before. He ran his right hand over one of the two spotless metallic rollers the wringer's body contained.
Doesn't turn? ...Ah, of course. They're hooked to a motor.
Kane's attention fell quickly to the control switch on the side of the wringer, which was currently resting in the middle of three possible positions. The area just above the switch was marked with the word "OFF", with two arrows pointing to the left and right.
The wolf experimentally flicked the switch to the left with his other hand, and the wringer hummed to life. The top roller turned clockwise, the bottom roller anticlockwise, guaranteed to wring anything that passed between them.
Unfortunately, Kane hadn't thought to take his hand off the rollers first.
The sudden feeling of extreme pressure
At the Laundromat -Kane-Let's see... the last day of the month is next Thursday, so that would give me time to...At the Laundromat -Kane-5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn't a particularly busy day at the White Devil Laundromat. Kane himself didn't have any laundry to wash; he'd just come in because he needed a place to sit and think.
He glanced over the laundry pressers, each one as large as a twin-sized bed. He was always rather apprehensive about those things, for reasons that should be easy to guess for those familiar with him and the sort of situations he got into on a regular basis.
Wait... one of the pressers was closed, and unattended. That didn't make sense; they were always supposed to be left open when not in use, and they didn't run for long enough that anybody would have a reason to leave them unattended.
Curious, Kane opted to investigate. He walked up to the closed presser and heaved it open to see what if anything had been left inside it.
What greeted him was the face of a familiar red robin,
Belle of the Ball - Dress TFBelle of the BallBelle of the Ball - Dress TF6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carla walked up to the airport, bags in hand. She'd been thrilled to discover she'd won first place in the design contest for her ball gown design, and now she was on her way to a tropical hotel to recieve first prize, the very dress she designed!
As she entered the airport, Carla was led to the room where she'd pose for a passport picture by a receptionist. "Huh, quiet here today huh?" Carla said as the airport seemed completely empty. "Oh, we're not technically open yet, you're allowed in cause of the special flight!" The receptionist replied. "AHHH!" Carla said, understanding better now.
She was led into a small room with a camera behind a glass wall. "Say cheese.' The receptionist said as they got behind the camera. "CHEESE!" Carla said cheerfully.
There was a loud "SLAM' as the back wall of the room smashed with the first as both moved toward her. When they moved away, Carla was standing flat and in the pose she too
Hand Towel -Kane-Kane opened his eyes slowly as the chloroform wore off. The sight of a familiar ceiling greeted him, as did a familiar coldness against his back. He was on the operating table of Indigo's workroom.Hand Towel -Kane-5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah great. Figures.
"Hi, Kane! Coming around?"
Indigo peered over Kane's head. He tried to get up, but she pushed him back down.
"Now just relax. I'll try to do this quickly."
Great. The rolling pin again. Indigo brandished that instrument of torture in her hands, then applied it to Kane's legs, flattening them out gently.
"Say, Kane, do you know another gray wolf by the name of Tech? I ran into him in the park yesterday and thought he was you."
"...No, I've never heard of him."
Kane went for the Micro Spray in his pocket, but it wasn't there. He could do little but lay helpless as Indigo then moved the rolling pin upwards and squished down his upper body, rendering him complet
Trust Machines - Mail OrderTrust Machines - Mail OrderTrust Machines - Mail Order3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Imagine, if you will, a large leather-bound portfolio. Inside it, carefully inserted into protective sleeves, are picture after picture of foreign women on heavy, glossy photo-stock. Some cute, some posed sexily, some barely smiling. Each picture represents a real girl, in the most literal of senses. They were turned into pictures of themselves for a year or more by a Venn Machine, and mailed to another country to find husbands.
After paging through the portfolio for a while, a question preyed on my mind. “What’s it like to be a picture like this for months?”
The middle-aged woman who was minding the store smiled as she answered. “A lot of people ask that. Our agency makes every employee spend a week in the catalog when they start, so we all know what it feels like. I can arrange for a first-hand experience, if you’d like. There’s a reason we set up shop close to Venn M
Getting a Drink -T+M-It was a warm Thursday afternoon. School was out for the day, and a certain blue kangaroo joey was waiting for his sister to come pick him up (he'd missed the bus again).Getting a Drink -T+M-4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Max let out a sigh as he looked down the road. What's taking her so long? he wondered. I called her twenty minutes ago!
Deciding just sitting out front was too boring, Max decided to grab a drink from one of the vending machines inside. He hopped to his feet and proceeded towards the vending area.
Let's see... I don't want chips... I'm too young to drink coffee... hm?
At the end of the row of machines was a new one he didn't recognize. It looked like a cross between an ordinary vending machine and R2D2, and it apparently dispensed Space Cola for 50 cents a can.
According to the sticker on the side, this was a special new "smart" vending machine recently installed to increase quality of service and decrease risk of machine fraud.
Figuring he mi
Flyer: Shirley's Toon SpaThe day-to-day life of a toon can be a stressful one. Sometimes we all want to leave ourselves behind and give our bodies a change of pace. Luckily, we at Shirley's Toon Spa specialize in granting those desires!Flyer: Shirley's Toon Spa3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Times and prices may vary depending on client and specifications of chosen treatment. All payment must be made up front. Group discounts may be available depending on treatment chosen.
The Laundromat ($24.99, 1h) - An old classic! After a preliminary flattening, you will be machine-washed, wrung out, dried on a clothesline, ironed, and folded neatly in a laundry basket. This treatment is great for large grou
A Nighttime Prank -Kane-It was the dead of night, and Indigo was sound asleep, not suspecting a thing.A Nighttime Prank -Kane-5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Outside, a ladder gently settled against the wall underneath her very open window, and the silhouette of Kane scaled it by the light of a single burning candle. Said candle was one of the transformative incensed ones he'd received from Maki and Suki the other day, so it kept him in the form of a life-size plush toy as he went.
It hadn't immediately occurred to him, but being a living plush doll made Kane the ultimate stealth artist. Because his fabric-and-stuffing body was so light, his footsteps made practically no noise. The absence of voice or breath didn't hurt, either.
Kane stepped into Indigo's room and gently placed the candle-holder down on her dresser. The flickering light did little to illuminate the room, but he could see Indigo's face easily.
Within minutes, the candle worked its magic and transformed Indigo's body into a plushy state si
Ashley Does LaundryAshley Does Laundry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was laundry day. Down in the basement, an orange teenaged cat stood in front of the washing machine, looking down into a basket of dirty clothes. She grinned as she took each article of clothing out of the basket, inspected them, and tossed them into the washing machine.
Behind her, someone lurked. Just behind a stack of boxes of forgotten Christmas decorations and old baby books and photo albums, a small red cat peered towards the orange cat. Slowly, and quietly, the red cat crept out from behind the boxes, getting into the right position to pounce. Then, with all the grace and speed of a cat, he launched himself towards the teenager, landing on her shoulders and cupping his paws over her eyes.
"Guess who!" He challenged her, playfully.
The teenage cat continued to smile. "Let's see, could it be my little brother, Adam?"
"You got it!" He shouted, jumping down onto the floor.
The young cat was about a third of the larger cat's size. It was hard to tell that they're related, with one
The Inventor's New InventionThe Inventor's New InventionThe Inventor's New Invention9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"It works!" the inventor shouted, looking over the naked, and very confused, young woman standing in front of him.
"What works?" the woman asked, doing her own looking around. She seemed to be standing in the middle of a workshop, but looking closer she could see a washer and dryer off in one corner. "And where the hell am I?" she added, turning back to face the inventor.
"You're in my laboratory," he told her proudly.
She looked skeptical. "It looks more like a basement," she stated flatly.
The inventor's head dropped somewhat. "Well, it is, actually," he admitted. "But my wife lets me work on my inventions down here, too."
"I see," the woman said with a knowing nod. She looked down at her own body, wondering for just a moment why the fact that she was apparently standing buck naked in a strange man's basement didn't seem to bother her more. "So," she said, looking b
The Magic Show - unfinishedThe magician and his assistant rolled out a large glass box, which was filled with water. The top of the box was sealed with a very obvious padlock. As the assistant locked the wheels of the box in place, the magician walked to the front of the stage. He rolled up his sleeves, showed his hands were empty, and with a gesture made a large red sheet appear between his hands.The Magic Show - unfinished7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As the audience applauded, he smiled. Wow, if you thought that was impressive, you're really going to love the rest of the show!
The magician walked to the glass box as the audience laughed, and he and his assistant draped the sheet over the box. They waited a moment, and then the magician called out, Ladies and Gentlemen...our first guest of the evening...Jessica Alba!
The magician pulled the sheet off with a flourish, revealing not an empty tank of water, but a tank of water containing a swimming Jessica Alba, wearing a powder blue swimsuit and waving to the crowd.
The magician undid the lock
Beauty's Bottle -Toon-It was a calm afternoon, and our favorite feline mechanic, Beauty, had no jobs that day. With nothing better to do, she had decided to drink the day away while lounging in her workshop.Beauty's Bottle -Toon-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, Beauty being Beauty, her beverage of choice was whole milk.
The recycling bin just outside the room was already half full of empty glass bottles, each with MILK printed on the side and a capacity of about two liters. Having finished off yet another bottle, Beauty opened the door and gently placed the empty bottle on top of the stack.
She didn't notice a mouse slipping into the room before she closed the door.
This particular mouse was rather irritated at the cat for a rather extensive degree of harassment the day before, and was now out for revenge. It hid under a workbench, armed with a rather sharp toothpick.
Beauty lay down on the floor again and quaffed the bottle's entire contents in one gulp.
Inspecting the bottle, she noted that a few drops of milk were clinging to th
The Pool Toy Factory Tour.The Pool Toy Factory TourThe Pool Toy Factory Tour.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A local Pool Toy factory was hosting tours for little kids to see how pool toys were made just to get them curious. A factory worker came out in his white coat and goggles standing in front of the entrance looking for a school bus to escort the young kids into the factory. He sighed at how boring it was and whispered. "Goddamn I'm bored! When are they coming any way?" He stayed there as another employee came as he told him "Why are you out here their not coming until 10 0'clock." His jaw dropped as he slopped over and walked back in depressed.
Soon a yellow school bus was coming down the road as a luxurious sports car was speeding by the bus as the kids were amazed at the sight of the car. Inside a long blonde hair women with huge breast wearing a corset and purple jacket was pissed as all hell as she sped up faster on the road. In her thoughts she was mad at the prize of a tournament she won. She fought against
MicroMoveMicroMoveMicroMove1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Thanks for coming over, Marty. You’re a life-saver. As always.”
“No worries, Nancy. I’m always glad to help my prettiest neighbour.”
“Bah. Now that I’m thirty, I don’t get those looks any more.”
Marty shook his head, it was an old argument. He looked around Nancy’s bare apartment. “Where is everything?” Instead of the furniture that was usually in her living room, all he could see was a set of four silver poles arranged in a large square about where the couch used to be.
Nancy gestured toward a small pile of white cubes next to one of the poles. “There. I need your hand bringing more boxes over to the cargo converter. We’ll need to move it later to do the bed, but it’s fiddly to align just right.”
“Okay.” Marty looked into the kitchen, saw several boxes there, and brought one out.
Payback Time -Kane-Heh... Indigo will never know what hit her.Payback Time -Kane-5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After a recent incident where Indigo had crushed him flat and made him into a sunshade for her car's windshield, Kane had finally decided to draw the line. He'd spent the past month planning his revenge against her, and now it was time.
Kane had enlisted Red's help in giving Indigo what she deserved; the robin had agreed to help largely because the plan would involve a bit of physical compression on her part, if you get my drift. Now the wolf and robin stood together at Indigo's doorstep. Red rang the front doorbell while Kane slipped around back.
A moment later, Indigo opened the door. "Oh, hi, Red. What brings you here? ...Wait, I can guess. You want me to..."
"Yep. I got a little bored, so I thought I'd come down early this week. Say, what have you been working on recently?"
"I've been crafting some new molds for the furnace.
Table for Three -Req.-"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them. Two chairs can't sit three people."Table for Three -Req.-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The wolf twins Lizzie and Abbe sat on opposite ends of a table out on their back porch. A week ago, Lizzie had insisted on picking out this particular table-and-chairs set because it matched her green fur; the problem was that today they were expecting a third party, and didn't have a chair to spare.
"C'mon, Abbe! There's gotta be a way to make it work. We didn't invite Tom over just to turn him away because he doesn't have a place to sit."
Lizzie got to her feet and studied the bright green chair she'd been sitting on. Confused, Abbe stood up and made her way around the table to stand beside her sister.
"What are you thinking, Lizzie?"
"Well... maybe if we take this chair apart, we can put the pieces back together in such a way that we make TWO chairs. You know, like in that mathematics textbook."
"Lizzie, I don't think that's the way it--"
"I'm gonna try it.
The Magician's Act: Part 1"Sir, it's time for your third show for today," a crew member said, nervously, as he stared at someone.... Or something, to be more precise, for no one was there, except for a set of clothes that was floating. A sigh from nowhere was made, and the set of clothes started to move.The Magician's Act: Part 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Okay, just wait," a voice said, coming from the clothes' direction. The clothes placed a mask above, and stated, "Showtime, girls."
The clothes picked up a top hat, and pulled out two girls out of it.
"Wow, Mr. Magician, this is an awesome hat!" one of the girls said, looking at him with excitement. She had pink hair that was tied in two pigtails, and wore a midriff-exposing top with short shorts. The other girl had long, brown, straight hair, a modest white shirt and brown skirt, and wore glasses over her green eyes. They both stared at the clothes, who was apparently named "Mr. Magician".
"It is, isn't it?" Mr. Magician said, with a sense of pride in his voice. His mask had changed to have a smile to accommo
Fitting RevengeFitting RevengeFitting Revenge2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, she had it! Pam had promised to get her a bottle of ‘Perfectly Fitting Clothes’ for ages, and it had finally arrived. Now Eve could change herself to fit anything at all, and the possibilities were making her positively giddy. She’d bought an extra-large bra on the way home, and was hoping to...
“Adam? What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
Adam danced around, laughing. Her panty drawer had been upended, and he was wearing her best pair of pink satin panties as a hat. “It’s spring break! I’m celebrating.”
“Damn it, Adam. For the older twin, you can be *so* immature. Clean this up and get out.”
“Or what? You’ll pout and tell Mom? They’re not back until tomorrow.”
“Or... this.” She sprayed the bottle right at his head.
“Augh! What the hell was... What did you do?
Trust Machines - StalkingTrust Machines - StalkingTrust Machines - Stalking1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey Tina, have you seen Joel anywhere?” Penny asked her friend worriedly as they walked from cheerleading practice to study hall. “I thought he was just off skiing with his folks this weekend, but when they got back they said they hadn’t seen him and thought he was with me...”
“Bah,” said the blonde. “What are you doing still mooning after him after what he did?”
Penny shook her head in confusion, sending her dark curls bobbing. “What? What are you talking about?”
“I heard from Rochelle that Candace’s brother said that Joel was stalking you. What a creep, he should just take no for an answer.”
“Stalking me?” Penny’s eyes went wide, then she started to giggle. “No, he wasn’t stalking me, he got himself Venned into stockings for me. So I could wear him for my chem final on Friday. He didn't have
A Blanket Statement -Toon-It was a cold autumn evening. If not for the science expo in town, Snapdragon wouldn't have ever ventured outside. His teeth chattered as he wrapped his tail around himself in a futile attempt to warm himself.A Blanket Statement -Toon-1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Snapdragon was a dark green alligator (or was he a crocodile? Even HE was never sure) with a light green underbelly that extended along his arms and legs. His snout was elongated, and his back bore two vertical columns of slightly longer, black scales. Most distinguishing was his scaly hide, which was incredibly coarse front and back; his scales were so rough they could be used to sand wood.
I'm so COLD! I'd better find some extra insulation before I retire to my hotel room.
Glancing up, Snapdragon noticed that he was passing by the expo grounds. Despite the expo not opening until the next day, he could see that one of the exhibits was open. The words "BLANKET MAKER" graced the top of a large, cubical thing the size of
A String of Beauty -Toon-"Haha, you can't get away from me!"A String of Beauty -Toon-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sun hadn't quite begun to set on the Yarn Barn, a local factory for manufacturing various kinds of string and products made therefrom. A pastel orange cat girl by the name of Beauty had recently been hired to perform maintenance on some of the automatic machines that spun and knitted the products.
Having finished the job well ahead of schedule, Beauty had devoted the rest of her time to playing around the factory grounds. Right now, she was toying with a stray mouse that'd sneaked into the building. Not a single other person existed in the room.
The mouse dove underneath a forklift to hide; Beauty dropped to all fours to peer after it.
Beauty stood up again and calmly climbed into the forklift's driver's seat, then started it and drove it forwards about six feet before turning it off. When she returned to check, the mouse had been squashed flat by the forklift's wheels and now lay helpless on the floor.