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- Nov 22, 2017
I wrote something for your little club, radical goblin. It's the story I'd hope pk would make. I'll have more tomorrow. Just cleaning it up.
Pity party
Introduction
“No other lends from the local.” The voice echoed in a dark empty room with a puppet standing, listening carefully. “End of link report. Any question?”
The puppet spoke calmly out into the dark void, “Why am I recording all of this again?” It wasn’t afraid to ask but felt it had been a while since the voice and it had talked about something else besides recordings.
“Because you are a soul linked proxy, we can discuss more another time. Goodnight.”
The puppet said goodnight back and bowed. The dream had ended.
The sunrise lit the cityside apartment with a sleeping body in bed. The walls a light tan made up the bedroom, gray carpet covered the floor. A cat tail poked out of the blanket with a tail that had a red patch sewed on it. The blanket was pulled off the puppet cat with a single motion revealing the white and black fur sewn body. Crawling out of bed to sit down at the desk in the room and start writing the report in last night’s dream. It thought about how the dream ended with such a bitter tone during this.
“What happen to the nights where we talked about anything besides reports. Family, school field trips, fun stuff.” the puppet said to itself while writing.
After recording the report, the journal was hidden back under the bedside drawer. Now was time for the puppet’s cover job to begin. Stretching on its toes, reaching out grabbed the apron hanging on the headboard of the bed before coming back to a normal stance. “White” in small letters by the breast was sewed on the apron in a fancy font. Putting on what else was needed to leave, a few brushes on the rough patches of fur, and six inch blade hidden at the waist the puppet cat made its way out of the apartments onto a city sidewalk.
Chapter 1
White has been in this city for a year now. Holding a job at a convenient store a few block down just as long. Soul linked to the voice around the same time too. The puppeteer and the puppet both had the same interests and preference. What hand to write, what habits in normal activities, and even what art they found neat. But there were two things the puppet had no preferences in. Sex and food. There was an interest in one. Sex. It was common, very common around the city. Friends at its job shared stories about sex and would have sex after and during work with each other. The closest and only friend White has spent time with outside of work with was talking about her new boyfriend. Her name was Rose and she was a pretty wolf. She’s usually the first one to meet White at work.
“Hey Rose”, White said coming in from the front door.
“Hello Whitey, you coming to free me from my dungeon?”, Rose said looking up from her phone behind a store counter.
“No Rosey, just to clean it”, White now holding a flower pot taken from the backroom, walking to change the flowers on the display window to the new pot. “Texting your boyfriend to save you?”
“No, just reading some story he was talking about. It’s this boy starting a search party for this girl and this gay cowboy joining. Or a gay and cowboy. Not too sure. Think I’ll just have him explain it to me instead tonight after the movie.”
“He’s coming with us?”, White stopped dusting the window display to look up at Rose.
She put her phone down to look over at White, “Don’t worry, he’s been wanting to see it too. He’s not just coming looking for a quickie.”
“Fine”
A few hours later, Rose and White left to get ready for the movie date. Planning to meet up at the market before heading in the theater together. White didn’t change much before heading out a few more brush here and there wearing a pop music t-shirt. A shirt from the last concert it went to. On the side of town, Rose put on her latest fashion. A tan womens dress coat, that went well with her black fur, and a necklace with shiny rocks that hung down her chest.
White was the first one there and spent its extra time in the market looking through the tents with sewing equipment and fabric. Thinking ahead of what its next patch will be when another cut will happen at work. It should match the one on its tail White thought while holding and rubbing the tail patch. After a quick window shopping, it was getting close to the showtime. Rose was at the entrance with her date, another wolf a big bigger with a leather like coat. White met up with them where Rose introduce it to Asher. He said his name as cool as possible with ease. The puppet was fine with the greeting but felt shy trying not to ruin its introduction. A simple hi was the best the puppet could do. To save them from any more awkwardness the movie was going to start and they walked over to the ticket booth.
“Tickets for Happy Flower Friends, please.”, the young turtle boy behind the booth said.
All three handed over their tickets under the glass.
“Any food or drinks?”
The three left before the turtle finished.
The theater had red chairs in rows curved around the stage. Candles lit along the walls and hanging of the ceiling in glass boxes. The mood was calming and warm. Rose sat in the middle to feel the most cuddled. A light flicked on glowing against the theater wall. The movie started.
Halfway through, White stood watching happily and followed the cute story. Glad to stop talking but White hadn’t heard much from Rose. she’d usually say a word or two during other movies. It looked over to Rose to see if she was enjoying the film as well. White saw she wasn’t looking at the movie but turned over to Asher. The puppet was confused, it was about to ask her before it realized there was a hand on her leg. White looked again, the dark made it look like the hand was on her leg but was instead between her legs. Embarrassed, it continued to watch her be pleasured next to itself. Watching how she would twitch and how the two kissed while it happen.
It kept watching. In a daze, White put its hand on Rose’s leg and didn’t realize until it was there feeling how warm she was. She didn’t notice, nether did Asher. White felt trapped. Moving again could get their attention but something happened. The same daze happened. The two wolf’s snapped out when Rose gasped when someone else had their fingers rubbing inside her.
“Hey Whitey”, Rose turned over to her puppet friend with Asher looking at White as well but not in the charm.
“Y-yes”, White took its hand off Rose, holding out the arm out with the hand limp like a cat’s paw gesture.
“Sorry Whitey but me and Asher got a little carried away.”
“I only wanted to join or something, please don’t be mad,” White said quickly back.
“You’re okay. I should have made time for me and Asher somewhere else. And we can have some alone time too if you want but let’s get back to the movie. Okay?”
“I-I thought”, White cut off the rest of her sentence and looked around. It felt the talking was getting them attention from others sitting by. Enough was happening for itself. “Okay.”, it said hunched with its head down turning back to the movie. It was already ruined but tried to still watch.
The film was beginning the conclusion. The candles were starting to burn out of wick. White’s hands were hiding between its legs until the ending credits appeared on screen. It was a quiet walk back to the entrance following behind.
“It was good.” Rose told Asher with his arm around her side. “Even the part where two hands were loving me.”
White looked up to see Rose smiling and returned a weak smile, “Yeah, I liked that part to. Haha.”
There was a few more chats about the movie and Asher didn’t seem too rude about happened but Rose told him to chill or go home alone. Saying she’d end the night with White while giving it a hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye. It cheered the puppet up and made the walk back home less lonely.
Introduction
“No other lends from the local.” The voice echoed in a dark empty room with a puppet standing, listening carefully. “End of link report. Any question?”
The puppet spoke calmly out into the dark void, “Why am I recording all of this again?” It wasn’t afraid to ask but felt it had been a while since the voice and it had talked about something else besides recordings.
“Because you are a soul linked proxy, we can discuss more another time. Goodnight.”
The puppet said goodnight back and bowed. The dream had ended.
The sunrise lit the cityside apartment with a sleeping body in bed. The walls a light tan made up the bedroom, gray carpet covered the floor. A cat tail poked out of the blanket with a tail that had a red patch sewed on it. The blanket was pulled off the puppet cat with a single motion revealing the white and black fur sewn body. Crawling out of bed to sit down at the desk in the room and start writing the report in last night’s dream. It thought about how the dream ended with such a bitter tone during this.
“What happen to the nights where we talked about anything besides reports. Family, school field trips, fun stuff.” the puppet said to itself while writing.
After recording the report, the journal was hidden back under the bedside drawer. Now was time for the puppet’s cover job to begin. Stretching on its toes, reaching out grabbed the apron hanging on the headboard of the bed before coming back to a normal stance. “White” in small letters by the breast was sewed on the apron in a fancy font. Putting on what else was needed to leave, a few brushes on the rough patches of fur, and six inch blade hidden at the waist the puppet cat made its way out of the apartments onto a city sidewalk.
Chapter 1
White has been in this city for a year now. Holding a job at a convenient store a few block down just as long. Soul linked to the voice around the same time too. The puppeteer and the puppet both had the same interests and preference. What hand to write, what habits in normal activities, and even what art they found neat. But there were two things the puppet had no preferences in. Sex and food. There was an interest in one. Sex. It was common, very common around the city. Friends at its job shared stories about sex and would have sex after and during work with each other. The closest and only friend White has spent time with outside of work with was talking about her new boyfriend. Her name was Rose and she was a pretty wolf. She’s usually the first one to meet White at work.
“Hey Rose”, White said coming in from the front door.
“Hello Whitey, you coming to free me from my dungeon?”, Rose said looking up from her phone behind a store counter.
“No Rosey, just to clean it”, White now holding a flower pot taken from the backroom, walking to change the flowers on the display window to the new pot. “Texting your boyfriend to save you?”
“No, just reading some story he was talking about. It’s this boy starting a search party for this girl and this gay cowboy joining. Or a gay and cowboy. Not too sure. Think I’ll just have him explain it to me instead tonight after the movie.”
“He’s coming with us?”, White stopped dusting the window display to look up at Rose.
She put her phone down to look over at White, “Don’t worry, he’s been wanting to see it too. He’s not just coming looking for a quickie.”
“Fine”
A few hours later, Rose and White left to get ready for the movie date. Planning to meet up at the market before heading in the theater together. White didn’t change much before heading out a few more brush here and there wearing a pop music t-shirt. A shirt from the last concert it went to. On the side of town, Rose put on her latest fashion. A tan womens dress coat, that went well with her black fur, and a necklace with shiny rocks that hung down her chest.
White was the first one there and spent its extra time in the market looking through the tents with sewing equipment and fabric. Thinking ahead of what its next patch will be when another cut will happen at work. It should match the one on its tail White thought while holding and rubbing the tail patch. After a quick window shopping, it was getting close to the showtime. Rose was at the entrance with her date, another wolf a big bigger with a leather like coat. White met up with them where Rose introduce it to Asher. He said his name as cool as possible with ease. The puppet was fine with the greeting but felt shy trying not to ruin its introduction. A simple hi was the best the puppet could do. To save them from any more awkwardness the movie was going to start and they walked over to the ticket booth.
“Tickets for Happy Flower Friends, please.”, the young turtle boy behind the booth said.
All three handed over their tickets under the glass.
“Any food or drinks?”
The three left before the turtle finished.
The theater had red chairs in rows curved around the stage. Candles lit along the walls and hanging of the ceiling in glass boxes. The mood was calming and warm. Rose sat in the middle to feel the most cuddled. A light flicked on glowing against the theater wall. The movie started.
Halfway through, White stood watching happily and followed the cute story. Glad to stop talking but White hadn’t heard much from Rose. she’d usually say a word or two during other movies. It looked over to Rose to see if she was enjoying the film as well. White saw she wasn’t looking at the movie but turned over to Asher. The puppet was confused, it was about to ask her before it realized there was a hand on her leg. White looked again, the dark made it look like the hand was on her leg but was instead between her legs. Embarrassed, it continued to watch her be pleasured next to itself. Watching how she would twitch and how the two kissed while it happen.
It kept watching. In a daze, White put its hand on Rose’s leg and didn’t realize until it was there feeling how warm she was. She didn’t notice, nether did Asher. White felt trapped. Moving again could get their attention but something happened. The same daze happened. The two wolf’s snapped out when Rose gasped when someone else had their fingers rubbing inside her.
“Hey Whitey”, Rose turned over to her puppet friend with Asher looking at White as well but not in the charm.
“Y-yes”, White took its hand off Rose, holding out the arm out with the hand limp like a cat’s paw gesture.
“Sorry Whitey but me and Asher got a little carried away.”
“I only wanted to join or something, please don’t be mad,” White said quickly back.
“You’re okay. I should have made time for me and Asher somewhere else. And we can have some alone time too if you want but let’s get back to the movie. Okay?”
“I-I thought”, White cut off the rest of her sentence and looked around. It felt the talking was getting them attention from others sitting by. Enough was happening for itself. “Okay.”, it said hunched with its head down turning back to the movie. It was already ruined but tried to still watch.
The film was beginning the conclusion. The candles were starting to burn out of wick. White’s hands were hiding between its legs until the ending credits appeared on screen. It was a quiet walk back to the entrance following behind.
“It was good.” Rose told Asher with his arm around her side. “Even the part where two hands were loving me.”
White looked up to see Rose smiling and returned a weak smile, “Yeah, I liked that part to. Haha.”
There was a few more chats about the movie and Asher didn’t seem too rude about happened but Rose told him to chill or go home alone. Saying she’d end the night with White while giving it a hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye. It cheered the puppet up and made the walk back home less lonely.
