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The Hot Spot -Trade- by sonicinterface The Hot Spot -Trade- :iconsonicinterface:sonicinterface 0 0
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The Sea Lion Express
The island town of Ottershell had been lively for decades.  It had once been built at the end of a peninsula, before rising waters and erosion had submerged part of the peninsula and cut the town off from the mainland.  Still, it was prime real estate and a popular destination for trading and tourism.
Getting to and from the place, of course, became difficult.  The terrain wasn't suitable for a bridge, and the distance wasn't quite enough to justify travel by boat.  But the residents of Ottershell were inventive, and soon they'd established the Sea Lion Express, the primary method for ferrying passengers between the town and the mainland.
The whole thing was set up much like a bus route.  A location on each shore was designated as a station for the Express, and a team of sea lions swam individually back and forth in the waters between Ottershell and the mainland, picking up and dropping off passengers at each station.
Sea Lion #4, the fourth in the arbitrary nu
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A Pouch of Contraband -Toon-
Night had fallen over Veveria.  The moon and stars were out, providing spots of light in an otherwise dark evening sky.  Katie Wyles, 'toon kangaroo and renowned cat burglar, paused on the rooftop of the Veveria National Museum of Jewels and Other Valuable Artifacts to admire the night sky for a moment before turning her attention back to breaking in.  She had broken into the museum on multiple occasions, and tonight she had her eye on a particular object that had recently gone on display: the Coyote's Eye Topaz, a precious stone the size of a basketball.
Peering in through the skylight, Katie noted that she was directly above a row of display cases containing various artifacts and knickknacks.  She knew from a previous scout, though, that the Topaz wasn't in any of them.  Instead, the Topaz was in the single display case in the Purple Room, a special exhibition room with one door and no windows, made to house single artifacts of particular interest.
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The Flight Exam -Toon- -Trade-
Time seemed to slow to a crawl in the exam waiting room.  Ivan, a light brown 'toon wildcat, fidgeted with his flight suit as he waited for his turn to take his exam and get his flight license.
His flight suit was a rather odd-looking thing to anyone not versed in the field.  It consisted of a pair of special flight goggles, a belt with a little winch and claw and two metal cylinders on the front, two little metal cylinders, a pair of gloves with various controls and buttons on them, and two tubes running to the corners of his mouth from a pair of (currently empty) holders strapped to his back.  Currently he'd removed the tubes from his mouth, as they were a little irritating and he wouldn't need them until the exam itself.
Why can't they just call my name already?  I'm so nervous...
"Ivan Razzle?"
The wildcat perked up.  It was his turn.
"That's me."
"It's your turn for the exam.  Follow me to Hangar #3."
The examiner who'd called Ivan's name, a 't
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The New You Machines
Nobody saw the New You machines get installed.  They just appeared all over, in places like public parks and shopping malls.  They looked like fancy photo booths, but what they really did was physically transform the user for a set period of time.
Although the science behind it was complicated, for the user it was simple: insert your money, place a picture or photograph on the scanner, set the duration (the default was one week), and press the button.  Within seconds the user would be transformed to look just like whoever the picture was of.  How the machines were capable of replicating even details outside the picture was a mystery.
Practically overnight, these machines became wildly popular.  People would show up to parties looking like famous celebrities.  Boys would turn themselves into girls (and vice-versa, although this was slightly less common), just to see what it was like to be the opposite sex.  Couples would switch bodies to bond.
But turn
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Annoted Draft: The Firefighter
Real name: Emily Summers
Superhero name: The Firefighter (Note 1: Seriously?  SERIOUSLY?  That's about the least creative name possible.  But at the same time, I don't want a name too silly or flashy...)
Age: About 30
Appearance:
(TBD) (Note 2: To design Emily's general appearance, I should decide on an ethnicity for her, and build from there.  I want something besides standard Caucasian white, just this once.  But I'd feel awkward looking racial attributes up on Google...)
The Firefighter's superhero uniform is a standard firefighter's uniform: a yellow hat and coat, brown gloves, and black boots.  Instead of a standard number, the front of the hat bears her emblem, two purple F's that overlap diagonally.  (Note 3: Would that stand out enough for a superhero?  I don't want her to be mistakeable for an ordinary firefigh
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Rolling Felines -Trade-
CHU-CHUNG.
Sven barely paid attention to the metal shutter closing behind him.  He was too focused on what he'd come here for, and the fun times he was expecting to have once he found it.
Unicorn's Cave, the fifth dungeon of Holodrum, wasn't much of a hotspot, but a particular resident of it had caught Sven's attention the instant he'd read about him.  The dungeon's miniboss was a saber-toothed tiger named Syger that could turn into a spiked ball and roll around at high speeds.  That was all Sven needed to know to be sure they'd get along well, seeing as he himself was a tiger that could ball up (well, hybrid of tiger and armadillo technically, but whatever).
Green floor with octagons, just like the guide said.  This must be the place... now where is he?
As he thought that, Sven glanced up-- and there was his answer.  The large Mobian sabertooth was sitting up in the rafters, having only just noticed the tigerdillo in turn.
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Factory 999 -Gift-
The main industrial region of Veveria was big, to say the least.  Most of the region consisted of factories, warehouses, and production facilities of all sorts, less than half of which were still in service.  Some of the other factories had been unused for so long that nobody remembered what they were even built for anymore, not that a tour of them would be particularly enlightening since they tended to be thrown together willy-nilly.
It was at one of the abandoned factories that a particular police detective had just arrived.  Detective Briggs was as tough as they came, a fire-breathing 'toon dragon with scales as hard as steel.  An anonymous tip had indicated that a particular infamous trio of robbers had chosen this factory for their latest hideout.
Briggs took one more glance at the wanted poster he carried.  It depicted sketches of the aforementioned three robbers: an armadillo named Rock, a white sugar glider named Paper, and a black crow named Scissors.&
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Please
"May I please conquer the world?"
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Immersive
With every generation, video game developers work to make their games more immersive.
Graphics and audio become more and more detailed, and more and more realistic.  As motion control evolves, gaming controls become more complex and truer to the corresponding real-life actions.  No longer do you just press a button to open a chest; now you actually lift the lid and push it back.
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I wish they'd known when to stop.
My brother got the new RTR-Box for his birthday.  "RTR" stands for "realer-than-real", and is commonly pronounced "rotor" by fans.
Last week he started playing some survival horror game.  I think it was called Black Hole Island or something like that.  He invited me to play with him, but I'm more into retro gaming, so I said no.
Nobody has seen him in days, and for good reason: my brother's lost in the game.  And I don't mean he's addicted to it; I mean he's actually lost in the game world, unable to find his way back to reality.
What am
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Cinema Catastrophe -Toon- -1000-
Lolocator and I get along quite well.  Cartoon physics and general cartoon zaniness are his areas of expertise (which I also dabble in), although I've also seen him play with the horror genre (which I don't).  He crafts his cartoon world with care and thought, qualities I admire; I've even been able to make contributions of my own.  Below is a story that takes place in his world, starring one of his characters, and heavily featuring his 'toonishness.
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The movie theater was several miles out of town, but Tom Wool didn't mind the trip.  He figured he had earned a little break, and a movie seemed like a good way to spend an afternoon.
Upon arriving, the orange wolf perused the selection of films for a moment before deciding on Invasion of the Space Wolves from Planet G, a corny sci-fi flick that was pretty well described by its name.  He bought a ticket and some popcorn, and proceeded into the theater proper.
Many movie-g
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Christmas in Relic Fields -1000-
Tmaneea and I have a curious relationship.  He used to produce 'toon art and literature-- in fact, I think he was the one who really got me into the genre, and was a huge inspiration to me at the time-- but at some point he shifted to superhero comics.  I couldn't quite make that genre transition along with him, so I took a new role as a "theory junkie", predicting future plot events in his work based on tropes and clues.
Overall T has obviously given me significantly more inspiration than I've given him over the years, but whatever-- different people are inspired by different things, and I can't be everyone's muse.  I've done significantly less for him than for others since his genre shift, but the occasional story does slip through my keyboard.  I care a lot about whether or not T considers my fan-work to be true to his canon, a goal I can't always meet reliably.

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The first snow of the season had already whitened the streets of Relic Fields
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A Pouch of Magic -1000-
Nobody is, hands down, the one person on DA that I consider myself closest to.  We perform so many trades and collabs, I have a separate folder in my favorites just for his work.  He's acknowledged me explicitly as his muse (or at least one of his muses), inspiring and challenging him in many ways on many occasions.  I've been close with other artists in similar ways over the years, but 22 has hung around.
He specializes in Sonic art, but mainly as a baseline for his own well-developed world full of dozens of characters.  Others, including myself, have contributed characters and the like to his world from time to time.
I can't say much about Nobody; although he and 22 are close to one another, Gigant and I are fairly distant.  Still, we have our interactions every now and then.  On one occasion I analyzed Gigant's tastes and attempted to design a character in imitation of the sort of character he would come up with; the result
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Carolina Chase in Castle Dracula -1000-
Kathalia is an artist who specializes in transformation, something I also have something for.  I don't even remember how she and I ended up connecting, but we get along fairly well; she's taken a handful of my suggestions, and I've recommended a tutorial or two to her when she needed the help.  Among her transformation pictures is a series starring Lara Croft; I ended up drawing inspiration from the series and writing one or two transformation stories with the same protagonist.
Carolina Chase is an OC of Kath's, which she presumably created so she wouldn't have to keep infringing on the copyright of Lara Croft.  As with just about every character in Kath's gallery, Chase isn't very good at staying human.  This story, I believe, is an excellent example of the sort of situation I imagine Chase getting into.

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This wasn't really Carolina Chase's territory.  She considered herself an archaeologist, not a vampire-slayer.  Still, when a ch
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Pinball Wizard
Snap stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the set-up below. The grass on the steep slope had been mowed short. Large colorfully painted wooden logs had been embedded into the ground. And a fence of metal sheeting framed out a wide field of play. The thylacine smiled, spotting a figure waiting at the bottom of the hill and waved. Opal, his close friend, waved back, taking up her position between two large rubber-padded paddles.
"OK, Opal," Snap called out. "Try the left one first."
Opal complied. She picked up a length of rope, and gave it a tug. A series of pulleys went into motion, taking up the slack, and with smooth ease, the left paddle moved.
"Great," Snap yelled. "Now the right."
Again Opal did as instructed, repeating the process with another length of rope.
"Excellent!"
Snap limbered up and mentally prepared himself. With one final look down the hill, he backed up, and then dashed forward. The thylacine hit his mark perfectly, and jumped. Briefly he felt himself hover
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Black and White: Hospital Hi-Jinks
Black and White sat happily on the hospital bed, watching the doctor examine their recent x-rays. The physician seemed puzzled by what he saw. Slowly he glanced at White, and then back to the dragon's x-ray. Sitting proudly in the center of the picture was the rectangular shape of a book. He could even read the title, a fact he attributed to White's cartoon nature.
"So let me get this straight," the doctor said. "For no reason at all, you decided to eat a thesaurus?"
As if on cue, White gave a little belch, bits of paper fluttering from his mouth.
"I had a reason," White said. "It was delicious. Tasty. Delectable. Savory. Uh, uh..."
"Yummy?" Black offered.
"Yeah, yummy!"
The doctor sighed and looked at Black.
"And you followed up that act by swallowing a light bulb?" he asked.
Black nodded and grinned, a soft 60 watt glow emanating from the back of his throat.
"I wasn't as hungry as White," he replied. "I just wanted a light snack."
The doctor groaned. He could forgive the dragons for
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Playing The Part by lizardman22 Playing The Part :iconlizardman22:lizardman22 6 9 ~ Always Look on the Bright Side of the Moon ~ by MaelstromPhotography ~ Always Look on the Bright Side of the Moon ~ :iconmaelstromphotography:MaelstromPhotography 9 2 Sleuth Serpent and the Train of Terror :Collab: by lizardman22 Sleuth Serpent and the Train of Terror :Collab: :iconlizardman22:lizardman22 7 8
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Puppy Troubles :Trade:
"ROVER!"
Rover the werewolf jumped and bolted when he heard the angry cry from Spin the black widow. He had no idea why she was mad, but every instinct told him to make himself as scarce as possible before she found him. He bounded through the scout hall, desperately searching for a place to hide. Skidding around a corner, Rover gave a strangled yelp. In his panic he had taken a wrong turn, and now found himself face-to-face with one furious black widow.
"There you are, you flea-bitten mongrel!" Spin hissed.
Rover immediately began to plead.
"I'm innocent, Spin! I didn't do anything. I swear."
Spin growled, her hands balled into fists by her side.
"How many times have I told you not to chew on my new shoes?" she said menacingly.
Rover shook his head quickly, an act that would have been comical had he not been so terrified.
"I'd never do that," Rover protested. "I promise, Spin. I'd never chew your new shoes, especially after the last time you told me off for doing it. I..."
Rover's wor
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Always Be Prepared :Trade:
Finn the swamp monster stepped back and wiped his brow, scanning an eye over the freshly cleaned floor before him. He gave a satisfied sigh of contentment. It had taken him hours, but the floor was now so clean one could eat off of it. Finn could even see his own reflection in the bright white tiles. The swamp monster smiled at a job well done. He even began to wonder if Crimson the vampire bat would recommend him for a merit badge. Finn bent down and picked up his pail, making sure not to spill any of the dirty water within. Suddenly a loud bang surprised him, and Finn looked up in time to see the front door of the house fly open, a shaggy form bounding in. Finn's daydreams were shattered. Mud and muck was scattered everywhere as Rover the werewolf ran excitedly over to his friend and Spooky Scout troop-mate. A dirty, disgusting bone was held tightly between his powerful jaws. Finn's eyes widened in horror. His clean floor was now covered in muddy footprints, and he knew there was mor
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Clean Your Room
Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon made her way through the castle, heading towards the bedrooms of Black and White. A few weeks had passed since she had managed to clean them, and she was curious to see just how messy they had become. The griffon paused outside the bedroom of Black, and knocked. It was, after all, the polite thing to do.
"Sir? Are you in there?"
The was no answer. Annabelle knocked once more, just to make certain, and reached for the handle. Suddenly the door flew open, a blast of hot and humid air hitting the griffon, and Black stood there. The dragon quickly closed the door before Annabelle could see inside.
"Hi, Annabelle," he said, seeming more animated than usual. "Have you come to clean my room? You really don't have to. I cleaned it just the other day. It's spotless."
Annabelle gave the dragon a stern look, her eyes drifting up to the top of his head.
"'Spotless' you said, Sir?" she asked.
Black frowned, following her gaze, and gasped, quickly swiping off the pith hel
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The 'obscure movie reference' code.
Something is clearly strange, when you see the two sport fanatics like Abbe and Lizzie, in a library of all things. Today, was such a day, but they were not in there for themselves. "Abbe... do we have to be in here... the whole place smells of old people!" Lizzie complained, a book clerk zebra spun round in a heart beat and quickly motioned her to be quiet.  
She sighed, and rested her head against her arms on the desk. Meanwhile Abbe stood on a movable stair lift to reach the books higher on the shelf "Come on sis, the book Tom talked about has to be here."
The two sisters were on the hunt for a peculiar book, a book rumored to contain a 'how to guide' on many complicated contraptions made by a famous inventor in the past. According to what Tom had said, the creations were millions of years old, yet they were far more complex-ed then anything made in the current age. "Sis... what if its not real!" Lizzie shouted again, immediately hushed by the same zebra clerk, this time a lot
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Misdirection
Ali, was a curiously strange individual, she was a Alicorn, a winged unicorn . Her skin was a deep shade of red, her piercing eyes an intimidating amber. Perhaps the strangest aspect was that although her legs ended in black hoofs, she had real hands, tipped with tiny black hoofs as if they were finger nails. Her ragged black mane hung loosely from her head going down to her waist, her tail going down to her ankles. The feathery wings she had were huge, found just bellow the shoulder they were twice the size of her when fully expanded, the same color of her skin.
She had a reputation for being invincible to any trap anyone could think up, partly because she was a professional at detecting foul play, she could read minds, and even enter a x-ray vision to detected the undetectable, of course after she'd always need ten seconds to recharge. She looked down at the orange ball in her grasp, smiling with pearl white teeth at the irritated wolf that looked back. Once again, Tom Wool, the famo
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A Perry the Platypus plush, two Pascals and a Weresonic? I'm not gonna ask. Anyways, on to the matter at hand. This piece has excellent...


Alright, I suppose it can't hurt to get back into the practice of writing these critique things. Let's see now. The composition of this...


Okay, this is my first-ever critique. I've never given or received one of these before, so stop me if I screw something up. I don't kno...

I don't critique much, but I still give more critiques than I receive. But those of you with premium memberships can fix that, right?

As a general rule, a story in which none of the characters undergo any character development as a result of the plot is a story not worth telling. Agree or disagree? 

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For some reason, whenever something made specifically for me pops up in my DeviantART activity feed, I get really anxious.  I look away from it; I take care of all my other messages first; I distract myself however I can before working up the courage to click on it.

I always thought this was unusual.  Then I casually mentioned it when commenting on one such deviation, and the artist replied that it was "perfectly reasonable", and that she herself had similar tendencies... as did another deviant who also chimed in.

Now I'm not so sure.

Does everyone react this way when something for them hits their activity feed?  Have we all just been keeping this to ourselves because we never had a reason to talk about it?  How common is this?

And on another note, what's the reason for these reactions?  Is the part of the brain that reacts to this the same part of the brain that reacts to socially stimulating situations, or some nonsense like that?  (Heck, that actually sounds plausible.  But plausibility alone doesn't imply truth.)

This feels like a topic that needs to be addressed, one way or another.

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The Hot Spot -Trade-
A blast of warm steamy air rushed into Marybeth's face as soon as she opened the door.  She breathed in, allowing warm air to fill her sinuses, before entering the passageway and closing the door behind herself.  As the reticulated python proceeded down the carved stone stairs, the air grew hotter and more humid, as if she were walking into a sauna.  By the time she reached the bottom, she would have been sweating profusely were she not a reptile.  Ahead of her, barely visible through the steam, was the culprit: a natural hot spring, the main attraction of this underground cave.  Not many knew of this hot spring; the cave didn't connect to the caldera tunnels, so it was of little interest to the Valley's general population.  Today, nobody was here but Marybeth.
Gently the python sank one leg into the piping hot water, then the other, and the rest of her body quickly followed.  The spring was only knee-deep, so Marybeth couldn't submerge herself completely even by lying down.  That didn't discourage her, though; she barrel-rolled in the spring, getting every inch of her body wet and tingling with heat.  The snake's blood raced in her veins as heat filled her body.
Finally she stopped to rest.  Marybeth propped her head up on the cool stone edge of the spring, staring at the ceiling as she basked in the heat from the water and air.  This was the life: her swimsuit, a body of water, and plenty of heat to go around.  She could scarcely think of anything more to ask for...


The summer solstice, the most summery day of the year, was earlier this week.  Of course, for those south of the Equator, it's the winter solstice.  In honor of this, I proposed something to lizardman22, a known resident of the Southern hemisphere: "I'll send you some heat if you'll send me some cold."  He accepted without asking for clarification; I'm not sure what he's expecting from this trade, but I think this is the closest I can come to sending him any actual warmth.

This is the first time I've drawn something in a long while.  Good to see I haven't lost it.  I'm actually pleasantly surprised that I was able to retain interest in the project from start to finish.

Marybeth is © :iconlizardman22:
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Have you ever had an idea or concept you wanted to share with the world, but couldn't because you haven't figured out how to build a story around it?
For some reason, whenever something made specifically for me pops up in my DeviantART activity feed, I get really anxious.  I look away from it; I take care of all my other messages first; I distract myself however I can before working up the courage to click on it.

I always thought this was unusual.  Then I casually mentioned it when commenting on one such deviation, and the artist replied that it was "perfectly reasonable", and that she herself had similar tendencies... as did another deviant who also chimed in.

Now I'm not so sure.

Does everyone react this way when something for them hits their activity feed?  Have we all just been keeping this to ourselves because we never had a reason to talk about it?  How common is this?

And on another note, what's the reason for these reactions?  Is the part of the brain that reacts to this the same part of the brain that reacts to socially stimulating situations, or some nonsense like that?  (Heck, that actually sounds plausible.  But plausibility alone doesn't imply truth.)

This feels like a topic that needs to be addressed, one way or another.
A belief is a lie you tell yourself.
You can't spell "believe" without "lie".
The island town of Ottershell had been lively for decades.  It had once been built at the end of a peninsula, before rising waters and erosion had submerged part of the peninsula and cut the town off from the mainland.  Still, it was prime real estate and a popular destination for trading and tourism.

Getting to and from the place, of course, became difficult.  The terrain wasn't suitable for a bridge, and the distance wasn't quite enough to justify travel by boat.  But the residents of Ottershell were inventive, and soon they'd established the Sea Lion Express, the primary method for ferrying passengers between the town and the mainland.

The whole thing was set up much like a bus route.  A location on each shore was designated as a station for the Express, and a team of sea lions swam individually back and forth in the waters between Ottershell and the mainland, picking up and dropping off passengers at each station.

Sea Lion #4, the fourth in the arbitrary numbering scheme the team used, was feeling on top of things today.  He was cutting through the waters like a pro, and his sense of balance was on point.  In his red waterproof vest with the yellow number 4 printed on it, he stood out as he approached the mainland station.

At a covered waiting area, only one passenger was waiting: a maned wolf dressed in beachwear.  #4 waved him over.

"Going to Ottershell?" #4 greeted the maned wolf.

"Uh, yes I am... where's the taxi or whatever it is?"

#4 grinned.  Every day, there was at least one customer who bought their ticket without knowing beforehand exactly how the Express ferried customers.  The sea lion delighted in showing them.

"I'm the taxi," he replied.

"You're the taxi?  I, uh, how am I supposed to ride you?"

"You'll see soon enough.  But first, your pass?"

The wolf handed #4 a ticket with the SLE logo on it.  The sea lion examined it in the sunlight, nodded, and slipped it into his pocket.

"Thank you.  Sit down in front of me, please."

The maned wolf did as he was told, sitting on a beach blanket prepared on the sand for exactly this.  #4 began rubbing down the wolf's body and clothes with a special oil only he and his colleagues were known to have access to.  The sea lion took care to cover every inch of his passenger's body.  As it soaked in, the wolf felt a strange tingling sensation within himself.

"Okay... what was that for?" the maned wolf asked.

"That's to prepare you for the next step.  Now, lie on your back for a moment..."

The confused wolf obeyed.  Reaching out, #4 gently folded the maned wolf's head and limbs against his chest, pressing them together.  Thanks to the oil, the wolf's body had become very flexible and somewhat malleable, and #4 took full advantage of that as he carefully folded and compressed the maned wolf into a perfect sphere.

After a moment, the sea lion held his new wolf ball in his hands, tossing him up and down a few times to ensure that his weight was manageable and evenly distributed.

"And you're all ready!  Let's hit the surf."

With that, Sea Lion #4 turned and dove back into the water, tossing his spherical passenger into the air and catching him on his head.  Then he began to swim towards Ottershell, expertly balancing the maned wolf on his nose as he did.

#4 wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he had a mild fetish for animal textures.  One of his favorite parts of his job was feeling his balled-up client's hide against his face.  He made sure his nose touched every square inch of his ball's furry surface area during his journey.

A few minutes of swimming and juggling later, #4's belly scraped against the shore of Ottershell.  A quick toss and a powerful slap of the tail, and his passenger was sent flying squarely into a net stretched between two trees.  The impact caused the ball to spring back into the shape of a maned wolf, who took deep breaths as he staggered to his feet.

"How was the ride, sir?"

"Dang.  I saw the flyers, but I had no idea the picture was that literal.  That was... an experience."

The maned wolf moved to wring the water out of his fur, but to his surprise he was completely dry.  The sea lions' special oil had not only made his body flexible, but protected it from water as well.

"Well, I've got more passengers to ferry.  Have a nice day, sir."

With that, Sea Lion #4 swam over to the waiting area for the Ottershell station, where a few passengers waited for transport.  One of them, an eagle carrying two bags full of recently purchased merchandise, approached the sea lion.

"Hey there.  I flew across the water on the way here, but I bought a little too much at the marketplace and now I'm too weighed down to take off.  So I guess I'm making the return trip by seal."

"I guess you are.  Your pass, please?"

The eagle handed #4 a ticket, which he examined before pocketing it.  According to the stamp, the ticket was for one passenger and two sea lions' worth of cargo.  Turning, #4 called over one of his colleagues, who had just dropped off another passenger.

"Hey, #7!  I've got a two-seal job here; care to assist?"

The second sea lion swam over, and together they collected the eagle's bags of goods.  #4 carefully stuffed the bag he'd taken into the red waterproof knapsack he wore in addition to his signature vest; #7 did the same with the other.  Then, the two sea lions directed the eagle to sit down before beginning to rub the special oil all over his body.

Once the oil was applied, #4 and #7 began to ball up their passenger.  Legs folded against the chest, head tucked between the knees, wings wrapped tightly around it all, until finally the two seals held a feathered ball barely recognizable as an eagle.

"Ready when you are, #7.  Let's go."

Together, the two sea lions dove into the water and began to swim back towards the mainland.  Since they were sharing a passenger, they occasionally tossed the eagle ball back and forth, juggling him expertly.  #4, of course, enjoyed the sensation of the eagle's feathers against his face, but tried not to show it.

Finally, the mainland station came into view.  A few more passengers had showed up since #4's previous stop, he noted.  #7 was carrying the ball at the time, so he volleyed it into the receiving net to return it to eagle form.

"Here's your luggage, sir," #4 declared as he and #7 returned the eagle's bags.  "How was your ride?"

"Pretty fun, actually," the eagle replied.  "I should've ridden you both ways."

As the eagle left, #4 turned to face #7.  "Y'know, I think we're the best part of some people's visits to Ottershell," he commented to the other sea lion.

"You're telling me?  You should've seen the tiger I was ferrying yesterday.  He didn't even care about Ottershell; he just wanted to ride the Express back and forth all day.  Well, see you on the flip side; gotta get back to duty."

As #7 turned his attention to greeting another passenger, #4 looked up at the station to see who he could ferry next.  A female porcupine stepped forwards.

"So this is the Sea Lion Express I've heard so much about!" the porcupine remarked.  "Take me to Ottershell, chop chop; I've got a meeting with a business partner there."

As Sea Lion #4 eyed the porcupine's sharp quills, he suddenly had a very good reason to regret his career choice.
The Sea Lion Express
Nowadays I don't seem to have the attention span to put together the plot of a proper story.  But I can still come up with interesting concepts every now and then, and I know how to deliver a punch line.
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I think it's very telling that I'm spending my 28th birthday on my own, with no physical friends or family to celebrate it with.

Telling of WHAT, precisely, I'm not so clear on.
As of just over a week ago, I own a Nintendo Switch.

We were out of town for Mother's Day weekend, and I stopped by a local Target store on a whim-- and they had some in stock.  I was saving a chunk of my financial aid money to buy it, but my dad bought it for me because my birthday was coming up (and my parents will be out of town for it for an unrelated reason-- it's a long story).

As for whether or not it's earned its $300 price... my current verdict is "not yet".

It's a little disappointing for the moment.  It doesn't even have a web browser like the Wii U did, and you'd think that'd be a plus for a console you could take on the go.  The online shop doesn't have any background music (also like the Wii U did), and as a result the experience of browsing for new software feels empty.  And maybe I'm just picky, but the current selection of games is rather lacking.

I'm not into fighting games or one-shot party games, and Breath of the Wild's wide-open world intimidates me.  The only game I've bought for it so far is the remake of Wonderboy: The Dragon's Trap, and I'd been looking forwards to that one for a while.  I'm interested in Snake Pass, but I can't decide whether to get it there or for my computer on Steam.

I'll give it time, though.  The Switch is still new, and plenty of games have yet to come.  And I'm definitely scooping up some of the games that have been announced but haven't come out yet, like Sonic Mania and Super Mario Odyssey.

Oh, and for those of you who don't know, my birthday's on May 31.
Night had fallen over Veveria.  The moon and stars were out, providing spots of light in an otherwise dark evening sky.  Katie Wyles, 'toon kangaroo and renowned cat burglar, paused on the rooftop of the Veveria National Museum of Jewels and Other Valuable Artifacts to admire the night sky for a moment before turning her attention back to breaking in.  She had broken into the museum on multiple occasions, and tonight she had her eye on a particular object that had recently gone on display: the Coyote's Eye Topaz, a precious stone the size of a basketball.

Peering in through the skylight, Katie noted that she was directly above a row of display cases containing various artifacts and knickknacks.  She knew from a previous scout, though, that the Topaz wasn't in any of them.  Instead, the Topaz was in the single display case in the Purple Room, a special exhibition room with one door and no windows, made to house single artifacts of particular interest.

Okay, if I know the night staff's movements, whoever's on duty here will walk into view in about six seconds... five... four... three... two... one...

Exactly on cue, a black panther carrying a flashlight walked into view.  Katie ducked away so she wouldn't be spotted on the off chance that the guard looked up.  The panther paused and looked around, then proceeded down the hall.

Okay... I should have enough time...

Like most 'toon kangaroos, Katie's pouch was much roomier on the inside than should have been possible, and her burglary suit was specially tailored to leave her pouch accessible.  She rummaged around in her pouch for a moment before producing a pocket knife.  Some careful application of the blade to the skylight's latch, and the kangaroo was able to work it open.

Pushing the skylight open wide, Katie jumped down, her powerful kangaroo legs easily absorbing the momentum as she landed, before turning her attention to the door to the Purple Room right behind her.  Then she swapped the pocket knife into her pouch for her lock pick set, quickly foiled the lock, and pushed the door open.  By the time the guard returned, Katie had already quietly closed the door behind herself.

"What's with the sudden draft in here?" the black panther muttered.  "Teddy must have tampered with the air conditioner settings again.  I should have a word with him..."

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The inside of the Purple Room was pitch dark.  Katie couldn't see her hand in front of her face, but she knew how to fix that.  Out of the pouch came the kangaroo's trusty burglary flashlight, which she flipped on without hesitation.  She scanned the room; it was an elegant room with blue carpeting and white walls, the size of a standard bedroom, and the display case housing the Topaz was on the opposite side of the room from the door.

Why do they call this the Purple Room, anyhow?  Nothing in here is purple... was someone colorblind?  Oh well, let's see what the laser grid looks like tonight.

Katie gingerly flipped on the LASER REVEALING switch on her flashlight, and looked around again.  Sure enough, a complex web of red beams crisscrossed the room seemingly at random, revealed by the special light-reactive light her flashlight produced.  The kangaroo studied the lasers and mentally plotted a path from here to there.

Finally deciding on a suitable path, Katie began to hop, skip, and jump over, under, around, and through the web of lasers, at one point swinging from the chandelier up above for a little extra distance, until finally she had reached the display case.

That was fun.  I should try out for the Olympics.

The kangaroo turned her attention to the security keypad on the display case.  The application of a jar of fingerprint powder and matching brush-- retrieved from her pouch, of course-- quickly revealed the four digits that had most recently and frequently been pressed: 1, 3, 5, and 0.

Looks like the password's still 3105.  I don't think it's ever been anything else, come to think of it.

Katie quickly keyed in the password, and the display case's lock let out an affirmative beep and clicked open.  Opening the case, the kangaroo's hands finally embraced her prize: the Coyote's Eye Topaz in all of its shiny, gigantic, orange glory.  Carefully she stuffed the thing into her pouch, knowing she'd be swimming in Ratts if she could get it to her favorite fence.

Planning out her route back through the lasers, Katie jumped into action... but during her second chandelier swing, the chandelier came loose, and it and the kangaroo crashed to the ground.  She managed to land on her feet, miraculously missing every laser on the way down.  Katie exhaled in relief and wiped some sweat from her brow as she stood up again... only for her arm to touch a laser and set off the alarm.

Oh, @#&$%.  So much for my perfect run.

All the lights flashed red as the alarm rang, and Katie could already hear running footsteps outside the room.  She knew she wouldn't be able to make a break for it, so instead she leapt back over to the display case and ducked behind it.  Just in time, too, as a gruff-looking polar bear in a security uniform barged into the Purple Room.

"Alright, ya crook, I can see you back there!  Come out from behind there with your hands up and empty, and I won't have to get rough!  ...You want a warning shot?  Here you go!"

Katie ducked her head just in time for a liquidizer bullet to miss her.  Frantic, she looked around for possible avenues of escape.  She'd already established that there was one door and no windows.  There were air vents, but even if she had time to remove one without getting shot, they were too narrow to accommodate an adult kangaroo.  Heck, they were smaller than the opening to her pouch.

The opening to her pouch?

I must be nuts for considering this option, but it's not like I have a lot of alternatives.  Here goes...

Sucking in a deep breath, Katie dove into her own pouch.

The motion was a fluid one at first, the kangaroo's head and arms slipping past the pouch's rim easily.  This, however, put some strain on her back, as she had to bend to a ridiculous degree to get that much of herself into her pouch.  Her back seized up, forcing her to stop; at the same time, she fell forwards from the momentum, landing roughly on her knees.

Katie wasn't giving up.  With some effort, she managed to pull her legs and tail up and over herself and into her pouch as well.  Only the area of her torso that housed her pouch remained visible, and it was looped around and into itself in such a way that it was hardly recognizable as a kangaroo.  By now the bear had crossed the room and approached the little ball of Katie...

POP!

...just in time to see it vanish altogether, her pouch having fully collapsed into itself.  The polar bear went wide-eyed and waved his hands through the space the kangaroo had occupied, but it was no use.  There were no two ways about it: Katie was completely gone.

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Katie landed with a THUMP on top of the pile of stolen goods and burglary tools she kept in her pouch.  Her heart still raced from her narrow escape from museum security, and she breathed in and out slowly as she tried to process her current situation.

I... I'm inside my own pouch... I mean, I just dove in here.  Where else would I be?

The kangaroo looked up at the pouch opening above her, then down at her own pouch.  Peering into her pouch, she went wide-eyed as she saw herself from above-- and looking up through the pouch opening resulted in a similar sight from below.

This is so surreal.  It's like I've jumped into an Escher painting.

Picking up her flashlight, which she hadn't had a chance to turn off since setting off the alarm, Katie shone it around.  Sure enough, there was her pocket knife, her lock picks, her fingerprint powder jar and brush... the Coyote's Eye Topaz!  She picked it up and hugged it, glad her efforts had paid off, before absently dropping it into her pouch... then suddenly realizing and reaching up just in time to catch it as it fell from above.

Okay, what do I do now?  I should be able to get out of here by climbing out of my pouch just like I went in.  Most likely I'll return to the outside world in the same place I left it, which would be the back of the Purple Room... but they'll be on high alert for the rest of tonight, and tomorrow the Purple Room's going to be closed to the public due to my theft.  So I'll have to hide out in here until tomorrow night at the earliest.  Guess I should get some sleep until then.

Getting into a lying down position-- thankfully her pouch seemed to have its own gravity, otherwise there was no telling what havoc would result from that action-- Katie closed her eyes.  She had to admit, she couldn't think of a safer place to be than where she was now.  It was just her and the contents of her pouch; nothing could possibly disturb her...

*GROOOOOWL*

...except maybe for hunger.  Katie couldn't remember if she had any snacks in her pouch or not.
A Pouch of Contraband -Toon-
For this story I tried to emulate Lolocator's writing style a little by putting more focus on the circumstances leading up to the "main attraction" than on the event itself.  I think it worked well.

I must confess, the "vanish into yourself" bit featured in this story is actually a significant fetish of mine.  The problem is, it's so rare compared to other fetishes that there's no standard name for it, which makes it hard to search for.

Veveria is © :iconlolocator:
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
apologies this took so long, Mate.
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Apologies for the late message, but...
Happy Birthday, Mate.
I hope you had a great day
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Frostyflytrap Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello there, I've really admired your essay called Small Fries and Large Thoughts from 2008 and I've been considering making a video revisiting it but I noticed that I need permission to do so. Would it be alright if I were to talk about it somewhere else? (With proper credit, of course.)
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dwaters220 Featured By Owner May 31, 2017  Student General Artist
Happy birthday, man.
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VirorbMaster Featured By Owner May 31, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday, have a llama!
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Kathalia Featured By Owner May 31, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday!
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Happy Birthday!
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I hope you had a good Easter, Mate
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U like wut u see on there?
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Lolocator Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2016
I'm sorry if I said anything that may have upset you, or made you feel weak.

I just want you to remember, you feel the way you do because of the illness it's not 'you.' so don't blame yourself, ok. It's just really, really bad luck. But even now, you still have a chance because you can move, you can take action.

Everytime you don't take a shot, you have a 100% to miss... just a qoute. 
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here's my commissioned part of our trade, mate.
I hope you like it
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Kathalia Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy belated birthday!  (didn't have internet on actual day)
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Happy Birthday!
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Happy Birthday, Interface.
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Happy birthday. Have a good one.
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bogm0nst3r Featured By Owner May 31, 2016
Here is a story.

A guy went to someone's profile and typed a story on his profile in the comment section. The guy who received the comment was confused and wondered why the other person wrote such a thing. It was a very boring story with no plot or climax. The only setting was a guy's profile on an artsite. All this just to tell him 

Happy birthday! ^_^
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nndragon4 Featured By Owner May 31, 2016  Student Writer
Happy birthday
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Hope you have a Happy Birthday, mate
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Kathalia Featured By Owner May 7, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Congrats!  You've won second place in the Run for the Roses contest!
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