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"Hey there, big buck, come on, why not put those muscles to good use, get a prize for just one bottle," said the polecat through the game stand's microphone.
"No thanks, I'm good!" Kody called back cheerfully, pointing at the green-tinted pile of half-inflated plastic in his paws. "I already saw the plate guy!"
The elongated shadow of the rabbit and his friends stretched over the littered ground of the midway, the sun setting on their shared day at the annual fair.
"I dunno, I always feel like I'm complicit in a con, whenever I step foot on the midway," Adelaide mumbled, the bat keeping a watchful eye on every carny they passed.
"Sometimes I want to play the games, just because they're silly and fun with their...crappy home-made look," Ketchy admitted, fiddling with her phone, "but I feel like I want to tell the guy, or sometimes girl but probably guy, hey, I KNOW you're trying to screw me, you haven't gotten away with anything, I just wanna have fun."
Kody shrugged. "Well, they're certainly sorry they ever heard of me," the long-ear declared proudly, continuing to inflate his prize.
"Kody, that thing probably cost like, a dime to make," Adelaide reminded. "While those three balls they gave you cost like two dollars in tickets."
"Yeah, but I only had to play once."
"That...okay, Kody. You did very good."
"I know," nodded the rabbit. "Hey, now both us boys are big winners today."
"Not that you'd know it, looking at this one," Adelaide remarked, glancing to the mouse on her right, the bat's spouse staring catotonically at the two ribbons in his paws for the last one or two hundred steps, his agitated tail flicking behind him. "Field, would you give it a rest? You won two ribbons. That's two more than 99.9% of people here. Two more than him...than her...definitely him, unless food-on-face was an event...him..."
"But I was entered in five categories."
"So? You won two of them! That's...actually kinda nuts, given that there were old ladies involved. Your applesauce was best in show."
"Anyone can win applesause."
"What, so because you won it last year too, now it's not worth winning at all?"
"I'm a photographer."
"Field, there were like a million photos submitted, do you have to win EVERYTHING?"
"Well, apparently, it's beyond my control, so I guess it doesn't matter."
"Oh, for - what, you just gonna throw those two away then?"
"Maybe."
"Hey, we should...definitely stop at the deep fried cream cakes," Kody said, looking around to see if they were in sight. "I clipped a coupon out of the book already."
"Ugh. How can you eat those?" question Adelaide, sticking out her lengthy tongue. "I did it once. Just once. It sits like a...brick."
"They're really good."
"Kody, they're killing you. They're actually killing you, they are measurably taking hours off of your life."
"Well, not if you stop at like, three."
"GUYS!"
Field, Adelaide, and Kody all snapped their focus to the left, toward the shouting Ketchy who, before anyone could react, snapped a group photo on her phone.
"Gotcha."
"Damn it Ketchy," scoffed Adelaide, "Would you cool it with the surprise photos? We always end up looking terrible."
"Exactly," nodded the squirrel, looking at the results. "But - DAMN IT!"
"What?"
"He did it again!"
Ketchy turned the phone to the group, who leaned in to see how they turned out.
"Oh god," recoiled Adelaide. "I look like I've got a mouth full of food. Somehow. And Field just looks terrified."
"Well he never looks entirely not terrified," pointed out Ketchy, "but freaking Kody, as always, looks great."
"Thanks," the rabbit said, nearly finished blowing up the hat.
"No, not 'thanks.' You do this every time. Everybody, everywhere looks awful in candid photos but you stubbornly refuse to not be gorgeous. I get enough of that around the house."
"Can I ask why you insist on taking awful pictures of everyone?" inquired Adelaide, raising a brow.
"Oh you know, assemble a collection, extort as necessary, but he had all the fun in the world poking fun at my photos from the House on the Rock, and you try to return the favor but NO, he looks like this, every time."
"Sorry. I don't try to," offered Kody, sealing up his now-inflated hat.
"You guys were talking about the photo contest earlier, well I don't care who won for what photo - "
"It was a baby," interjected Field, in a monotonous tone. "Never seen that, before."
"Well whatever, it'd take a real master photographer to figure out how to take a bad photo of this big - "
"Ha HA!" cackled Kody, slipping the hat onto his head. He fiddled around for the switch up top that would turn on the two lighted boppers which, when paired together, spelled out "ZOOM." After a moment he found and clicked on the switch. "Nice."
Adelaide offered the toned rabbit a bewildered look. "Kody, that...looks..."
"Really rad?" finished Kody, craning his neck to try and somehow see the top of his own head. "I bet it looks really rad."
"Well, it - "
"It says ZOOM."
"Yes, Kody, I see - "
"I coulda got BOOM but, that was pink."
"You...made a tough decision."
"Um, Kody...?" murmered Field.
"Mm?"
-Snap-
The mouse immediately retracted his phone to check his work.
"Field, what're you doing?" Adelaide asked of her partner's uncharacteristic behavior.
"Well I...just thought that, you know...maybe with the hat...."
"Field, I gotta do it!" chirped Ketchy from the other end of the group. "ME! I need this...so how'd it turn out...?"
The mouse held the phone up to his blue eyes. A sigh. "He looks gor...well..."
"You were gonna say 'gorgeous,' weren't you?" accused Ketchy.
"I mean, not...necessarily...but, yes..."
"Wow, even with the lights and everything," Adelaide chortled, shaking her head.
"They just brought out his stupid eyes, didn't they?" Ketchy chittered, pissed off at her husband's unrelenting beauty.
"They...really did," Field mumbled, still looking over the photo.
"Lemme see," insisted Kody, taking the phone from Field's paws. "Oh wow...this IS rad. Should I try to win the BOOM one too? I mean...maybe? Probably?"
Kody handed the phone back to Field, who started at the photo once more, unsure of how to feel. "Well I guess she did say a master photographer...which, as has been established..."
"Oh, don't even," snapped Adelaide, tapping the rodent between his ears.
"Hey, babe - there's the cream cakes," informed Ketchy, pointing across the sea of mammals to the stand in question.
"Oh. Sweet," nodded Kody, beginning to hop in that direction.
"You guys coming?" asked Ketchy, grabbing hold of her spouse's arm as not to lose track of him.
"No, I thought I might live for another thirty or forty years," Adelaide decided. "You go ahead."
"Right. And Kody, would you take that thing off, there might be people we know here."
"No..." recoiled the rabbit, protectively shielding his head with his paws. "I won this...it's mine."
Ketchy sighed as the two took off, leaving Adelaide and Field at the edge of the midway. Adelaide sauntered closer to her mate, who continued to stare at the photo. The bat smirked and shook her head.
"Wow. That hat really did bring out his eyes."
"It really did."
"He really is a...beautiful idiot."
"Yeah."
"So...you gonna save that photo?"
"No...maybe...." Field's thumb tapped the screen. "Yes. Definitely."
With no more business among the carnies, the bat and mouse scurried to catch up with their friends at the cream cakes stand.
With little else to do at work yesterday, having decided against working, I needed something to do and, with no interest in wasting the energy on my work characters I figured I'd do this unsolicited free thing for
Field Drew the character mostly yesterday, thought up the basic structure of the story the same day and jotted it down this morning, because I apparently needed context to explain 'he's pretty.'
"No thanks, I'm good!" Kody called back cheerfully, pointing at the green-tinted pile of half-inflated plastic in his paws. "I already saw the plate guy!"
The elongated shadow of the rabbit and his friends stretched over the littered ground of the midway, the sun setting on their shared day at the annual fair.
"I dunno, I always feel like I'm complicit in a con, whenever I step foot on the midway," Adelaide mumbled, the bat keeping a watchful eye on every carny they passed.
"Sometimes I want to play the games, just because they're silly and fun with their...crappy home-made look," Ketchy admitted, fiddling with her phone, "but I feel like I want to tell the guy, or sometimes girl but probably guy, hey, I KNOW you're trying to screw me, you haven't gotten away with anything, I just wanna have fun."
Kody shrugged. "Well, they're certainly sorry they ever heard of me," the long-ear declared proudly, continuing to inflate his prize.
"Kody, that thing probably cost like, a dime to make," Adelaide reminded. "While those three balls they gave you cost like two dollars in tickets."
"Yeah, but I only had to play once."
"That...okay, Kody. You did very good."
"I know," nodded the rabbit. "Hey, now both us boys are big winners today."
"Not that you'd know it, looking at this one," Adelaide remarked, glancing to the mouse on her right, the bat's spouse staring catotonically at the two ribbons in his paws for the last one or two hundred steps, his agitated tail flicking behind him. "Field, would you give it a rest? You won two ribbons. That's two more than 99.9% of people here. Two more than him...than her...definitely him, unless food-on-face was an event...him..."
"But I was entered in five categories."
"So? You won two of them! That's...actually kinda nuts, given that there were old ladies involved. Your applesauce was best in show."
"Anyone can win applesause."
"What, so because you won it last year too, now it's not worth winning at all?"
"I'm a photographer."
"Field, there were like a million photos submitted, do you have to win EVERYTHING?"
"Well, apparently, it's beyond my control, so I guess it doesn't matter."
"Oh, for - what, you just gonna throw those two away then?"
"Maybe."
"Hey, we should...definitely stop at the deep fried cream cakes," Kody said, looking around to see if they were in sight. "I clipped a coupon out of the book already."
"Ugh. How can you eat those?" question Adelaide, sticking out her lengthy tongue. "I did it once. Just once. It sits like a...brick."
"They're really good."
"Kody, they're killing you. They're actually killing you, they are measurably taking hours off of your life."
"Well, not if you stop at like, three."
"GUYS!"
Field, Adelaide, and Kody all snapped their focus to the left, toward the shouting Ketchy who, before anyone could react, snapped a group photo on her phone.
"Gotcha."
"Damn it Ketchy," scoffed Adelaide, "Would you cool it with the surprise photos? We always end up looking terrible."
"Exactly," nodded the squirrel, looking at the results. "But - DAMN IT!"
"What?"
"He did it again!"
Ketchy turned the phone to the group, who leaned in to see how they turned out.
"Oh god," recoiled Adelaide. "I look like I've got a mouth full of food. Somehow. And Field just looks terrified."
"Well he never looks entirely not terrified," pointed out Ketchy, "but freaking Kody, as always, looks great."
"Thanks," the rabbit said, nearly finished blowing up the hat.
"No, not 'thanks.' You do this every time. Everybody, everywhere looks awful in candid photos but you stubbornly refuse to not be gorgeous. I get enough of that around the house."
"Can I ask why you insist on taking awful pictures of everyone?" inquired Adelaide, raising a brow.
"Oh you know, assemble a collection, extort as necessary, but he had all the fun in the world poking fun at my photos from the House on the Rock, and you try to return the favor but NO, he looks like this, every time."
"Sorry. I don't try to," offered Kody, sealing up his now-inflated hat.
"You guys were talking about the photo contest earlier, well I don't care who won for what photo - "
"It was a baby," interjected Field, in a monotonous tone. "Never seen that, before."
"Well whatever, it'd take a real master photographer to figure out how to take a bad photo of this big - "
"Ha HA!" cackled Kody, slipping the hat onto his head. He fiddled around for the switch up top that would turn on the two lighted boppers which, when paired together, spelled out "ZOOM." After a moment he found and clicked on the switch. "Nice."
Adelaide offered the toned rabbit a bewildered look. "Kody, that...looks..."
"Really rad?" finished Kody, craning his neck to try and somehow see the top of his own head. "I bet it looks really rad."
"Well, it - "
"It says ZOOM."
"Yes, Kody, I see - "
"I coulda got BOOM but, that was pink."
"You...made a tough decision."
"Um, Kody...?" murmered Field.
"Mm?"
-Snap-
The mouse immediately retracted his phone to check his work.
"Field, what're you doing?" Adelaide asked of her partner's uncharacteristic behavior.
"Well I...just thought that, you know...maybe with the hat...."
"Field, I gotta do it!" chirped Ketchy from the other end of the group. "ME! I need this...so how'd it turn out...?"
The mouse held the phone up to his blue eyes. A sigh. "He looks gor...well..."
"You were gonna say 'gorgeous,' weren't you?" accused Ketchy.
"I mean, not...necessarily...but, yes..."
"Wow, even with the lights and everything," Adelaide chortled, shaking her head.
"They just brought out his stupid eyes, didn't they?" Ketchy chittered, pissed off at her husband's unrelenting beauty.
"They...really did," Field mumbled, still looking over the photo.
"Lemme see," insisted Kody, taking the phone from Field's paws. "Oh wow...this IS rad. Should I try to win the BOOM one too? I mean...maybe? Probably?"
Kody handed the phone back to Field, who started at the photo once more, unsure of how to feel. "Well I guess she did say a master photographer...which, as has been established..."
"Oh, don't even," snapped Adelaide, tapping the rodent between his ears.
"Hey, babe - there's the cream cakes," informed Ketchy, pointing across the sea of mammals to the stand in question.
"Oh. Sweet," nodded Kody, beginning to hop in that direction.
"You guys coming?" asked Ketchy, grabbing hold of her spouse's arm as not to lose track of him.
"No, I thought I might live for another thirty or forty years," Adelaide decided. "You go ahead."
"Right. And Kody, would you take that thing off, there might be people we know here."
"No..." recoiled the rabbit, protectively shielding his head with his paws. "I won this...it's mine."
Ketchy sighed as the two took off, leaving Adelaide and Field at the edge of the midway. Adelaide sauntered closer to her mate, who continued to stare at the photo. The bat smirked and shook her head.
"Wow. That hat really did bring out his eyes."
"It really did."
"He really is a...beautiful idiot."
"Yeah."
"So...you gonna save that photo?"
"No...maybe...." Field's thumb tapped the screen. "Yes. Definitely."
With no more business among the carnies, the bat and mouse scurried to catch up with their friends at the cream cakes stand.
With little else to do at work yesterday, having decided against working, I needed something to do and, with no interest in wasting the energy on my work characters I figured I'd do this unsolicited free thing for
Field Drew the character mostly yesterday, thought up the basic structure of the story the same day and jotted it down this morning, because I apparently needed context to explain 'he's pretty.'
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 834 x 1080px
File Size 759 kB
That kind of make sense, my style and overall vibe for a lot of characters is consistent with that kind of aesthetic. Often times, I keep the timeline intentionally vague, or give small hints of where it might take place. I'd say my stories often take place more around the mid 2000s, like 2004-2008, but some are present day, as needed.
That all said, since these are Field's characters, I opted to adhere to his rules, and his characters exist not only in present day but often even include recognizable brands and names and what not, even though I prefer to make up my own properties like that. As such I always referred to the cakes in question as Deep Fried Twinkies, which are a thing at my state's fair, but ultimately decided against it. Don't know why but I just cringe at hearing real life product placement in furry stories.
That all said, since these are Field's characters, I opted to adhere to his rules, and his characters exist not only in present day but often even include recognizable brands and names and what not, even though I prefer to make up my own properties like that. As such I always referred to the cakes in question as Deep Fried Twinkies, which are a thing at my state's fair, but ultimately decided against it. Don't know why but I just cringe at hearing real life product placement in furry stories.
It was briefly considered, but ultimately counterintuitive to the original goal of just drawing Field a rabbit buck to gay out over. The story was mostly a means of explaining to an uninitiated audience that he's a pretty, idiot boy and it kind of got away from me and turned into a quasi-legitimate short story.
Field and I discussed this character of his quite a bit and, from my urging and some of his own teasing, he ended up with a story arch where his character confronts his own sexuality by first developing a crush on this character and then later working up the gumption to do something about it, despite being married to a female. I think making him kind of a numbskull was something I was pushing for a lot, the age old dilemma of falling for a boy you wouldn't lend your mechanical pencil to without supervision. But he's nice. Just dumb. And pretty.
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