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Molting DayThe feeling of tightness in your scales was the first sign that the day of your next skin-shedding was about to come.Molting Day by sonicinterface
Over the past few days, the sensation has intensified, spreading throughout your body as your skin felt tighter and tighter. Finally, just this morning, your scaly hide began to split.
You lock yourself in your bedroom and take off all your clothes. Examining yourself in the mirror, you find the telltale rip in your scales, the vulnerable layer of skin visible underneath.
You can just reach the spot. Catching the loose layer of skin to one side, you pull, but the skin fails to give. You fetch a skinning knife that you keep around for this exact reason, and lightly apply it, gently slicing the skin open like tape under a box cutter.
Soon the opening is large enough that you can slip it over your head. You pull the skin down as though you were taking off a costume, carefully slipping your limbs out of it.
Finally, your former layer of scales
Sketch: Tight Squeeze(character's full name) glanced over the empty backpack on the floor in front of him, assessing the dimensions of its interior and making some mental calculations. The backpack was definitely not made for the purpose he intended to use it for, but then again it probably would have defeated the purpose if it were.Sketch: Tight Squeeze by sonicinterface
Nodding in satisfaction, the (species) stuck one foot into the backpack's main compartment, then the other. Carefully he lowered himself into the backpack, having to fold his body tightly against itself in order to fit. Soon he was pulling the backpack up around himself, preparing to close it up.
No... not quite. The backpack's fabric was taut, but he could feel the top of his head sticking out. But (name) wasn't giving up. He shifted his body and curled up a little more tightly, focusing on filling up the little bits of empty space around him as efficiently as possible. Lo and behold, his head cleared the opening.
No Sense of DirectionCross-country drive...No Sense of Direction by sonicinterface
Ended up on Mars?!?!?!
The King and the Minotaur's Keeper -Trade-Deep within the royal palace of Crete, a worried-looking black-and-green male cobra sat atop the throne. He was worried for a very good reason: all of his children had been attacked and dragged away during the Panathenaic Games the week before, and since then he had no idea if any of them had survived.The King and the Minotaur's Keeper -Trade- by sonicinterface
"Your Highness, King Minos!" a guard called.
The cobra looked up. "Yes, what is it?"
"Lady Kia wishes to speak with you. It concerns a business proposition."
King Minos shuddered at this. Lady Kia was not a nice woman. She had insisted on the construction of a gigantic maze in Crete, to house her companion, a powerful Mobian bull known only as the Minotaur. In fact, eyewitness testimony suggested that it had been the Minotaur who had attacked his children during the Games.
"...Escort her in."
Moments later, a female red echidna dressed in black paced into the room. She adjusted her eyepatch slightly as she approached the throne.
Tale of a Sci-Fi Wolf -Trade-(The following is the backstory for Wolfen's sci-fi incarnation, agreed upon privately by Wolfen and Paige in case anyone asks about it.)Tale of a Sci-Fi Wolf -Trade- by sonicinterface
My name is Wolfen Down.
Years ago, I was nobody special, just a drifter. I took a job driving a cargo vessel between star systems... I thought it'd be a nice, peaceful job that would allow me to see the sights.
I continued to think that up until the pirate attack happened.
They were a group of intergalactic pirates called the Crew 14; I think that must have been the designation of their first ship or something like that. They disabled my shuttle with an EMP and forced it to crash-land on a deserted moon. There was a huge firefight, although it was so one-sided I hesitate to call it that; I could barely fight back. I remember they blasted my entire right arm off at the shoulder.
As I lay helpless on the ground, they offered me a choice: join them, or be left to die. They not only promised me wealth and power if I joined t
Character profile: Ray"Here you are, ma'am: one large sausage and pepperoni pizza, that'll be 12 pounds; thank you for choosing Fleetfoot Pizza. ...Why didn't I use the door? The window was faster; you live on the sixth floor, after all." --RayCharacter profile: Ray by sonicinterface
Type of character: Cartoon 'verse (Lolocator)
Name: Ray Edison
Age: Around 20
Race/species: Cheetah ('toon)
Occupation: Deliveryman, Fleetfoot Pizza
Family and associates:
No known relatives. Single; not looking. Appears to be in a romantic relationship with one of his coworkers, but it doesn't get in the way of work.
Ray's primary body color is bright yellow, broken up of course by black spots. His muzzle and chest area are a white with no black spots. His hands and feet are white, with rough black pawpads. He has a tall, athletic build, and slightly messy "hair". His eyes are brown, and his nose is pink. His tail is about as lo
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The Ballad of Tailsko - Ch. 4Chapter 4: But Someone Quite Shady / Approached The Young Lady / And Gave Her a Deal That Seemed FunThe Ballad of Tailsko - Ch. 4 by sonicinterface
"Yeah... let's go."
Tails revved up the Tornado's engine, and after a moment they left the ground. Tailsko watched them depart, then went back inside.
Hmf. As if I'd ever want to go back to associating myself with HIM.
As Tailsko watched her twin and his hedgehog companion go, a cloaked figure stepped in through the back door.
"Excuse me... Tailsko?"
Tailsko whipped around.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?"
The figure did not reveal himself.
"Never you mind the answers to those questions. However... I couldn't help but overhear a bit of that conversation. It sounds like you have a bit of a grudge against a certain twin of yours."
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. What's it to you?"
Where had Tailsko gotten such sass? It definitely hadn't been inherited from Tails... had it?
Vacuum Cleaner -Kane-"So, Kane, what have you been up to recently?"Vacuum Cleaner -Kane- by sonicinterface
The local middle school was closed for the summer, but Jack had gotten a job cleaning the building, and he'd let Kane in because the wolf had said he'd needed a quiet place to think. Somehow, it'd dissolved into chatting between the two.
"The usual. Actually, I spent yesterday afternoon as Indigo's hammock. I was sure all that swinging back and forth would make me throw up... I'm surprised it didn't."
Kane and Jack were currently in one of the classrooms, where the lizard was going over the place with a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum in question was an ankle-high ground-bound model with wheels and a hose.
"What I don't get is, why does Indigo always decide to use me for her 'arts-and-crafts projects'? She knows I hate it. She could just as easily use Red instead, and she enjoys those things."
"I've never asked her, Kane. I think she must just find pleasure in t
The Paladin Costume -Kane-Indigo wasn't actually that bad a person. She was just a little eccentric.The Paladin Costume -Kane- by sonicinterface
If asked to describe herself, Indigo would say she was mainly into arts and crafts, which was true. She especially liked making things with her own hands, and enjoyed the making significantly more than the having. There was nothing wrong with having a hobby of that nature... as long as you never asked her what her preferred construction materials were.
The renaissance faire was right around the corner. Indigo had chosen to dress up as a paladin for the event, and put her hobbies to use by making her own costume.
It was now the day before the faire, and Indigo's paladin outfit was almost complete. She phoned Kane and asked him to help her put the finishing touches on it; he agreed only because she promised not to flatten him as part of it.
When Kane arrived at Indigo's door, he was greeted with the sight of a fully costumed Indigo. Her paladin's ga
The Ballad of Tailsko - Ch. 3Chapter 3: It Must Have Upset Him / That She Wouldn't Let Him / Apologize For What He'd DoneThe Ballad of Tailsko - Ch. 3 by sonicinterface
"And you just let her do that? Who are you, and what have you done with my courageous little buddy Tails?"
Sonic eyed the folder, catching another glance at the photograph.
"She's more intimidating than she looks, Sonic. Besides, it's one thing to get yelled at by someone else. It's another when that someone is yourself. I don't think it would've been possible to keep my nerve when she confronted me like that."
Tails had the files all back in the folder now, and turned around to put it back in the file cabinet.
Sonic sat down for a moment, twiddling his thumbs.
"You know what I think? I think you should go and talk to her. Let her know you're sorry for the past and that you don't think of her as some lousy experiment. A bit of face-to-face time could do you two some good."
After putting the folde
Valentine's DaySt. Valentine's DayValentine's Day by sonicinterface
Is a day
Who have other people
That they love
Take some time
And be appreciated
By those people
Who love one another
From the bottoms of their hearts
Who don't have
Anybody they love?
Guys and girls
Who live alone?
Who have not
Outside of English class?
Who spend their time
Playing video games
Or browsing Internet forums?
Who do not
Know anybody they love
Or who loves them?
Shouldn't there be
St. Valentine's Day
And many others
Why do we not
Lonely Person's Day?
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- by sonicinterface
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,
The Ballad of Tailsko - Ch. 2Chapter 2: He Found Himself Hoping / For Some Means Of Coping / With Loneliness He Couldn't HideThe Ballad of Tailsko - Ch. 2 by sonicinterface
Sonic couldn't get the image of the female version of his lifelong sidekick out of his head. He knew there had to be a rational explanation for the similarity, and for her animosity towards him. And he didn't even know what the word "animosity" meant.
He decided the best course of action would be to bring up the subject with Tails. Maybe he'd be a little more open about it than she'd been.
He ran and ran until Tails's workshop was in view, then casually slowed to a stop... a little too slowly, as it turned out, and he collided face-first with the front door, making a loud WHAM.
Tails looked up and dropped his screwdriver. He had a pretty good idea of what that sound was.
He rushed straight to the front door and opened it, revealing the dazed blue hedgehog.
"Hey, Sonic! Uh... you w
The Innocent Recluse - Ch. 22Chapter 22: Wherein Our Heroine Successfully Gets Herself Out Of TroubleThe Innocent Recluse - Ch. 22 by sonicinterface
But she also knew that she would have a hard time convincing this crowd of that.
She was hauled out of the elder's house and to a nearby lake, where pretty much all of Nature's Cradle was gathered by torchlight. Apparently word of Winter's suspected witchcraft had spread very quickly.
The elder announced everything to the people of the village. As a suspected witch, Winter would be cast into the lake. If she stayed above water, she was a witch; if the water accepted her, she was innocent.
Winter was visibly relieved at the announcement. If there was any test she knew she could pass, this was it. (She pitied any suspected witches that didn't have gills, though.)
But then again, the whole idea was they died.
She was pushed into the water, and immediately dove.
The lakewater was surprisingly clean. After enjoying a few moments swimming arou
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How to bake a cakeIngredients-How to bake a cake by Lolocator
1x voluntary (or if you evil) not so voluntary furry or scaly any kind.
4x spoon full Yeast
1x Rolling Pin (quite large)
1x Frying pan
1x Oven with hob
1x Baking tray (large)
1x Large table
1x Egg timer
Before starting pre-heat oven to 200 degrees Celsius
Step 1: first, you need to make your volunteer/victim more pliable and dough like. So lay him on a large table for good working room after adding a good hand full of flower.
Step 2: when all set begin with your rolling pin starting with the head and down for a better squash, repeat once all the way down and up then flip volunteer/victim over and repeat till firmly 1 centimeter thick.
Step 3: Now all flat the volunteer/victim will be more pliable, so grab said volunteer/victim by each end of his body and squash up into a nice firm ball.
Step 4: Kneed the volunteer/vi
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The Cat Burglar -Trade-The stronghold was set in the middle of a mountain range. It was guarded around the clock, and many high-tech security measures guarded the treasure within. It almost seemed like a challenge for thieves to come and try their luck.
Of course, someone took the challenge.
A black figure coasted across the night sky, directly towards the stronghold. It was none other than the elastic black cat known as Blinkie. She'd molded her arms and hands into a hang glider for the trip, and was enjoying the sensation of the air rushing over, under, and around her.
As she passed over the stronghold, Blinkie retracted her arms back to their normal shape, dropping down onto the roof. The impact briefly squashed her down to a fraction of her normal height, but she popped back without difficulty.
Alright, here I am. I just have to sneak in, steal the diamond, and get out.
Blinkie scanned the roof for potential entrances. A circular hatch ca
Land of Giants -Toon- -Req.-Sophie beamed as she reexamined the leaflet the supervisor had given her. She was sure she'd fit right in where she was going.
Out of boredom, she'd wandered over to the Universal Teleport Station and decided to pop into another world for a spell. According to the leaflet, the world she was headed for followed similar laws of physics to her own, but every single one of its residents was a giant multiple stories tall. As a wingless dragon who herself was as big of a house at full size, she didn't hesitate to sign up for transit.
"Okay, miss, the portal's active. You can go ahead and step through any..."
Sophie had already dived into the purple light.
The multicolored world on the other side of the portal was an impressive contrast from the plain white teleport chamber. Sophie had landed in the middle of a humongous town, with buildings and mostly deserted sidewalks as far as she could see. She felt very small, which for her was an incredibl
Table for Three -Req.-"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them. Two chairs can't sit three people."
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.
A Beast in the Valley -Trade-The temple was well hidden in the woods, nearly impossible to find except by accident. Wolfen Down had stumbled upon it quite by chance in an attempt to take a shortcut. He seemed to have a knack for discovering ancient temples.
Two rather aged wolf statues guarded the temple entrance. Inside, a third statue firmly clutched a crystal ball; there seemed to be no way to remove the ball from the statue's hands.
Weird. That ball HAS to be important. I can sense some sort of energy inside it.
Wolfen cautiously reached out and touched the ball with one finger. Immediately he pulled his hand away as he felt his canine instincts act up.
What the...? Okay, whatever this thing is, it's dangerous. Maybe I can...
Taking a deep breath, Wolfen placed his right hand-- the one he always wore the Infinity Gauntlet on-- palm-first against the ball's surface. Then he focused.
Energy crackled across his fingertips. For a moment, his hand was glued in place as energy flowed between
The Wicked Wild -Trade-"Oof!"
Kaitlin and Leon Down landed in a heap on an unfamiliar patch of ground. Only minutes ago (from their perspective), they'd been locked up together in a cage. Kaitlin had tried to shoot the lock off with an energy blast, only for Leon to slow down time, cut deliberately in front of her, and take the shot instead. The resulting overload had pinged both of them into another time and place altogether, as was rather typical for their adventures.
"Leon, you did that on purpose!"
"Well, yeah, I did... look at it this way: we're not stuck in a cage anymore, right?"
"The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' comes to mind..."
Kaitlin let out a frustrated sigh as she and her twin brother stood up and looked around. The warp had dumped the two of them in a clearing in a large jungle. Trees and bushes of many different sorts dotted the landscape.
"It's beautiful," the cobra remarked. "We should start bringing a camera with us when we travel."
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.
"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
Valley of Rotting Flesh -Trade-"Look... Leon... I know I divided the candy equally. You're just hiding some so you can get more than your fair share!"
Halloween night was upon the Valley of Venom, and the Down twins had just finished trick-or-treating. Kaitlin (dressed as a sorceress) had taken the liberty of sorting the candy, but her brother Leon (who'd gone as a vampire) was insistent that his share was smaller than it was supposed to be.
"Nuh-uh! You just want to keep more for yourself!"
"I counted them and gave you half! You're the cheater here!"
The argument quickly turned into a shouting match. Finally, the cobra blew her top, and shot off an energy blast at the wolf.
It wasn't until both their visions went purple that Kaitlin remembered why aiming her energy blasts at her brother was generally a bad idea.
When the light faded, the room had been replaced with the street just outside. Kaitlin groaned as she and Leon got to their feet (a few pieces of can
What Lurks Within -Trade-The gray wolf stood at the entrance to the maze. His appearance was one of a hero, with blue eyes and brown hair. Thirteen other Mobians of varying species, six male and seven female, had already entered the maze, but the wolf didn't have faith that they would return.
As the wolf stepped towards the entrance, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, and found himself making eye contact with a female red echidna. She was dressed in black robes and wore a patch over her left eye, and a few of her quills in her forehead were purple.
"Prince Theseus of Athens," the echidna greeted the wolf coldly.
"Lady Kia of Crete," the wolf responded in turn. "Caretaker of the maze and the Minotaur."
"Don't think I didn't recognize you, Prince Theseus, even if the guards didn't. I don't need my 'eye of scrying' to know your face when I see it."
To emphasize that last bit, Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye, b
Taffy Black -Trade-"Okay, everyone," the director called out, "we begin filming the next scene in one minute! Take your places and get into character!"
The filming of Taffy Black's pilot episode was well under way at the television studio (the same studio, incidentally, responsible for the game show Nothing Flat). Cameramen and sound technicians were stationed at every appropriate location, ready to catch everything, while the actors rehearsed their lines.
The actress playing the titular super-heroine, a black cat by the name of Blinkie, stood ready in an appropriate spot. She was dressed in a bright orange latex bodysuit that hugged her fur so tightly it might as well have been part of her body, although her head and tail remained bare; a circular emblem depicting the letters "TB" adorned her chest. She also wore a mask of the same color, framing her green eyes perfectly. Glancing at the director, she yawned and stretched-- and I do mean stretched, as h
Fancharacter Profile: TashakoType of character: Sonicverse (more specifically lizardman22's interpretation thereof)
Name: Tashako (tuh-SHAH-koh) Ana
Age: About 20
Species: Anaconda (Mobian)
Occupation: Writer and storyteller
Tashako is a slight bit taller than most Mobians. His primary body color is a dark yellow, sort of golden, about BFBF00 in RGB hexadecimal. His chest and mouth area, as well as the underside of his tail, are a slightly lighter yellow, around CCCC00. He has no eye color; his eyes are black. He has arms and legs, but lacks toes.
His entire body, except for his head, is covered in a pattern of black spots. The spots on his torso are each about an inch in diameter, whereas the ones on his arms, legs, and tail are smaller. His tail is about as long as he is tall, and has an oval-shaped cross section with the thinnest portion vertical; he lets it fall slack and tra
Character profile: Travis -Trade-"Hey, Tally! Today I'm looking for a metal pole or beam about yay long, five or so meters of electrical wire, and three incandescent light bulbs-- they don't have to be in working order, but the glass has to be intact. If you find them, meet me at the old fountain at dusk and I'll swap you two freshly made turkey sandwiches on rye bread for them." --Travis
Type of character: The Wastelands
Name: Travis Jumper - alias "Travis the Trader"
Age: Around 25
Race/species: Leopard (anthro)
Family: No relatives of his have ever been seen around the Wastelands. Allegedly has a kid sister named Katie who's currently in grade school.
Travis is fit-- not overly muscular, but fit. His proportions are average, and his eyes are brown. His primary fur color is orange-yellow (#FFBF00 in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal), which fades to white around h
Character profile: Joy"All around me, people flatten each other without a care... it's almost as if people like me, who consider it so unpleasant, aren't supposed to exist." --Joy
Type of character: Cartoon 'verse
Name: Joy Hunter
Age: Early 30's
Joy's primary body color is dark green (in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal, it'd be about #008000). Her eyes are brown, and she has a fairly standard build for her species. She has a lighter patch of green (#00C000) on her belly and around her snout and paws. Her ears are floppy and reach almost to her cheeks, and her tail is slim and of moderate length. Her paws have black pads.
Unlike most toons, she never goes unclothed; she's not comfortable showing that much of herself. When on duty, she'll wear a standard postal uniform, whereas in more casual situations she'll opt for a two-piece black bikini. She's also willing to dress fancily sho
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 shock 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..."
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
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