Sin City 2000
Narrated by Timothy Freeze
Type 1: The Techno-color Savior
It was starting to snow again.
No, that wasnít the problem. I hear that snow is as common now
as rain was
a century ago, and the sky and snow wasnít always this gray, or so
your health. No, the problem is that weíre starving, wet, cold,
and no one
cares. They all assume that a couple of homeless natural snow
fox pups can
stand this kind of weather three quarters of the year. Yeah,
like we enjoy
having to beg for change and/or scraps to feed not only ourselves,
our ailing mother. Thatís if she hasnít froze to death already.
isnít that just so appropriate. Look world. The cold is
wiping out the
Freeze family one by one and no one cares.
"Tim. My eyes are starting to hurt.", Crystal whines from the
Weíre the last two Freeze pups and sheís got a much better chance of
getting something than me, though it wonít matter if it starts snowing
harder than this light flurry. Acid snow hurts less than hunger,
still hurts. They know that. It must be that they just
like seeing a pup
suffer to feed her family.
"Yeah. I know", I sigh, cursing those that pretend not to see
her at all.
"Come on back over here before you go blind or something."
Got to keep her nice and neat and healthy, or weíll all starve.
huddles next to me and I start licking the dirt and grime off of her.
long past caring about the taste, just as mother didnít mind when it
out there with my sister. It used to hurt. It doesnít hurt
As we warm ourselves up against the shelter of an alleyway, a couple
high and mighty vehicles and pedestrians pass by, missing us completely
our natural surrounding. When the sun finally sets, we will officially
invisible and they will have won for another day.
"Oh, no. Itís starting to get dark. Tim, we donít have anything
back to Mother."
Not to be cold-hearted or anything (heh), but if our luck keeps up,
probably be going home to dinner. Wouldnít be the first time,
Crystalís case, it wonít be her last. Like all the other times,
waste her precious tears as sheís nourishing herself.
"Well. I guess we can try for a couple more minutes. Iíll
help you best I
can. Then weíll have to go back," I explain with a hoarse voice,
I've had to lick off her sticking to my throat, making me sound worse
worse by the day. With my matted fur and everything, Iíll probably
detouring than begging. I cough up some of the grime and then
walk out into
the cruel world with her. "Please mister, could spare some change for
sister and me. Weíre so hungry."
My first opponent comes close to shoving me to the side as he
walks by, and
all I can do is wish a curse on them all. Bad homeless are shot
disposed of, or if they want to be humane, beaten within a inch of
and left to feed the next passing homeless fur. Then, a black sedan
by and splashes more grime on my fur. I curse, shake myself off,
quickly turn to see if Crystal was hit, too.
Luckily she wasnít, though her chances probably wouldnít be any
anyway. Iíve been reduced to an ugly mutt and so not to ruin
her chances by
association, I start going back to the alley.
Thatís when he comes.
A sleek, royal purple, stretch limousine hums by us in the same manner
all the other high and mighty vehicles, but then the brake lights come
As other cars detour around it, it remains motionless, menacing.
occupant(s) hadnít seen me, just my sister, and who the hell goes around
a purple limousine anyway. The car pulled away and the license
8U4 SUP. Wonít help me none knowing this, but if it comes to
it, at least
I'll have a better chance of tracking it down.
"I donít think anyone cares about us anymore", I call to Crystal
while later. Meaning, I think itís time we got away from this
After rounding the block, the limousine is coming our way again.
license plate in the front is the same as the one in back, but how
purple limousines are there anyway. This time, it slows down
and stops in
front of Crystal. I figure Iíll watch from within camouflage
something funny happens.
The dark tinted, UV resistant, passenger window slowly rolls down and
fox in a scarlet jacket, peach shirt, and lime green tie smiles pleasingly,
if not menacingly, as my sister bounds over to his window. Over
eye is a sky blue tinted, gold rimmed and chained monocle. Not
Either this guy is perverted, or, well, Iíve heard stories. He
head in satisfaction of her and Iím dashing to my sisterís side.
she were older, but not this time, mister.
"Oh, so there are two of you", is his first reaction to my sudden arrival,
the exact opposite of what I had expected. This canít be a good thing.
raises a pudgy, ebony furred hand and I instinctively nudge in front
Crystal. He rests his head on a silk shirted forearm on the window
smiles even more pleasingly at my move. Thereís a ring on every
an assortment of jewels on every ring. Everything says run for
but we stay. Weíre amusing him with our patheticness. "What
again, little girl?"
"Could you spare some change or scraps, mister? Weíre so very
Crystal finally says as the snow starts hurting her eyes again.
"Scraps? Hmmm. I usually donít carry scraps with me.
There some food in
here, but no scraps."
Such an elegant voice and such contempt. I wonder what he does
homeless children he lures into his car. I step back and push
back. He counterattacks by reaching within the spacey interior,
juicy, turkey leg to us, takes a healthy bite out of it, chews, swallows,
and then points it at us.
Before I can do anything, Crystal has maneuvered around me and is tearing
that leg to pieces. The thought of poisoned bait is the first
comes to mind, but then I remember that he had a bite, too. Antidote
"Well, what about me?", I whine. Hell, Iím as good as dead
Immediately, he replies, "Oh, yes. Of course.", and passes the
cooked turkey through the windows opening. Then some french bread,
cranberry sauce, a bowl of peas and carrots. Who the hell carries
food around in their car? How weird can a fur get? Do I
really want to
"Why are you giving us all of this, mister?", I ask between bites.
I do want to know. I wonder what else he has in that car.
He seems surprise by my question. "You donít want it?"
Never look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when youíre starving.
Crystal dives into the peas and carrots as the eccentric fox produces
large bowl of scalloped potatoes. We gorge ourselves on all this
large glass of pineapple juice for each of us, and then I realize his
"Ow. I think I ate too much. Mmmm, my tummy hurts
*urp*", Crystal coos as
she lays face up in the snow, poking at the slight, but very taunt
her usually sunken abdomen.
I have equally overestimated my intake and now feel too close to cramping
to go anywhere from this acidic snowfall. Weíre now somewhat
at his mercy,
though a whole lot better off.
"You poor little cubs. When is the last time you had a decent
before this? For shame. Well, Iím happy to be of service."
door opens, and the eccentric fox casually steps outside in his scarlet
suit, peach shirt, lime green tie, navy pocket handkerchief, violet
cumberbun, tan leather belt, gray socks, mahogany and off-white spades,
gold cufflinks, wrist watch, monocle, and rings, and choker.
to figure him as being just plain fashion deficient. "Now, we canít
just lying out here in this cold. Not in your present state."
He circles us a couple times with his hands clasped behind his back
long, fiery tail swaying happily, then stops with a toothy grin beaming
straight down on me.
Not knowing exactly what to say about this situation, I just reply,
*urp* Thanks for the food, mister."
He nods, bends down, picks me up by my armpits, and brings me up to
level with himself. Emeralds. I wonder if he sees mine
as sapphire or just
bluish ice. He breathes puffs of peppermint as he weighs me,
and makes me
burp and hiccup with every bounce. Then he settles me on the
black leather bench seat, and picks up Crystal the same way.
"Mother *urp* Weíre got to feed *urp* Mother, mister", she wimpers,
sadly into the fox's twinkling eyes.
He has enough food inside this limousine to feed an entire pack.
stomachís doing backflips just looking at it all, somewhere between
sensation of throwing up, cramping up, and me fainting. Maybe
poisoned. Just because the meat wasnít poisoned, didnít mean
have poisoned any of the other food.
"Well, canít have your mother starving, can we?" Is he mocking
"What did you *hic* slip into our food, mister?"
"Why, whatever do you mean?" Once again, heís offended by my comment.
Crystalís on the ground, up against his leg, looking queasy. Either
doesnít notice, doesnít care if she pukes on his custom fitted pants
knows she wonít. Probably the last, considering that Iíll be
puking on his
limousine's lush interior.
"Your food is making us sick, mister", I explain. Well, at least he
"Oh. Hmmm. Yes, Iím quite sorry about that. Whatís
happening is that
your bodies are adjusting to the large amount of food. Youíre
should pass soon... I hope", he answered uncertainly and checks his
He knows something heís not telling us, but now I feel fine.
doesnít even hurt anymore. I poke it and find it only semi-taunt.
feel hungry, but I donít feel full either. Weird. The eccentric
momentarily pops in to grab a whole turkey and a bottle of wine, and
follows Crystal, whoís gleefully bounding into the alley on all fours.
this normal? Motherís probably too weak to eat, but I jump out
of the car
after them anyway. I land on the snow on my hands, skid from
excess weight, but am able to drop down to all fours before I tumble.
right. Iíve never had to deal with being full and as we hurry
box, I imagine myself as being a rubber ball.
"Hello, madam. My, you donít look too well." I still
canít tell if heís
mocking us or sincere. Either way, she doesnít answer.
I figured she wouldnít.
"Mother? Mother?", Crystal whimpers, nuzzles Motherís off-white
then starts whimpering even louder when there doesnít seem to be a
"Mother? Weíve brought food for you. Mother?"
The colorfully dressed fox removes his jacket and lays it out
in front of
him on the snow. Then he carefully slides Mother over, places
her limp body
face up on his jacket, and takes a bite out of the turkey. After
thoroughly, he drops to all fours, carefully opens Motherís mouth,
regurgitates the finely tender meat into her mouth, gently pushes it
her throat, and then blows it the rest of the way into her stomach.
tips her head back and breaths his peppermint breath into her lungs.
a moment to watch her chest fall, he bites off another piece and starts
again. Iím somewhat skeptical of his form of resuscitation, but
fourth breath, thereís a flick of blue as she opens her eyes half way.
momentarily closes her mouth, gives Crystal a weak smile, and Crystal
and nuzzles her. Mother was and probably still is too weak to
eat, but not
beyond hope. The amazing fox gives me a happy, 'what can I say'
then bites off another chunk of meat.
"I want to do it! I want to feed Mother! Let me!
Let me!", Crystal yips
as she bounces around the overly helpful fox.
The until now cheerful fox suddenly turns gravely serious and shakes
head, unable to speak because of the food in his mouth. Crystal
warily, then yips, and darts for the turkey. He quickly grabs
away with it, she lands unbalanced, and rolls over and over to the
the alley. Oley. Then he gets back onto all fours and deposits
meat into Motherís mouth. With some effort she is able to swallow
herself. He does this a couple more times and with each time
better and better at it. She hasnít moved anything but her head,
least she can eat and then is able to chew for herself anything that
placed in her mouth. Her recovery is even more impressive than
While the colorful fox is holding a turkey leg over Motherís mouth,
her strain her neck to bite off of it, Crystal suddenly pops up out
nowhere from the surrounding snow, dashes for the turkey, bites a little
chunk out of it, and jumps onto Motherís stomach. To my shock,
fox angrily raises his hand to slap the meat out of her mouth, but
stops with his hand still in the air. Iím already ready to tear
a chunk out
of him. If the force of his turkey leg club on her little body
her, the impact on the wall surely will. Instead, he drops the
into Motherís mouth and gives Crystal a toothy grin, which is even
unnerving than the turkey leg club. Iím still ready to attack.
The eccentric fox then breaks off the other turkey leg and offers it
Crystal. She chews and swallows the piece in her mouth, which
adds a nod to
his toothy grin, and she cautiously takes the leg from him. As
eccentric fox finishes feeding the rest of the turkey and then most
bottle of wine to Mother, the once full to complaining Crystal slowly
consumes the turkey leg and licks the remaining bone, out of the way
"Um, thank you kind sir. We have nothing to repay you with
generosity though", Mother finally sighed as she slowly turned over
more slowly gets into a sitting position.
"Oh. It was my pleasure, madam. Just seeing that I was able
to nurture a
dying family back to health is rewarding enough for me." Was this a
some sort, or does he just go around looking for 'dying' families to
Glad to see where his morals are. I think Iíll bite him before
he goes back
to his giant mansion to plot out his next form of generosity.
He sips down
the rest of his wine and tosses the bottle into an alley corner. "This
is very depressing. Would you like to come with me into the,
part of town?"
He looks over at Crystal, whoís on her back poking at her extremely
belly while kicking her legs to the sides. Her stomach is too wide
her legs to go straight down, and she happily demonstrates this to
us all by
squeezing the furry pillow with her tiny legs. At first I think
on her back, but then she rolls over and just stands there on all fours
her stomach down to the ground. Her face and tail shows that
about being so close to being helplessly overstuffed.
To this, he states with a nod of his head, "Actually, I insist that
come with me."
"Well, if you insist", I answer cautiously as he slips his jacket around
Mother, and picks up Crystal by her armpits again.
I figure that whatever she weighed normally, sheís got to be at least
double that now. She licks his nose, hiccups, he licks hers,
sticks out his
tongue in disgust, and gently places her over his right shoulder like
As we walk back to his limousine, he states, "First things first.
all have to take a nice, hot bath when we get to my house."
Food, shelter, a bath, this is turning out to be a great day.
my mind off of how disturbingly quick, things are moving.
"So, how is everyone doing?" This is what the eccentric
fox asks once we
have gotten comfortable inside the limousine, a high rimmed table still
covered in a large assortment of dinner entrées occupying its
me and mother say weíre fine and thank him again, and Crystal, who
up on his lap, lets out a loud belch. He seems to be as amused
by this as
she is. I find this also disturbing. "Good? Good.
My name is Seymour J.
Polypophilacopolis" Crystal giggles. I stifle mine into
a smirk. Mother
does a 'Um, okay, that's nice' nod. "Iím an entrepreneur and
sorts, and you have all sampled my latest masterpiece." Crystal
this with a burp, and he stops to smile down on her. She puts
a hand over
her muzzle and giggles, and he starts scritching her puffball tummy.
more that others, *hee hee hee*... A product so revolutionary and unique,
yet so anticipated, that once I show it to the open market, the whole
will once again be in awe of my potential." Hmmm, the usual ĎI
the worldí mentality. Oh so typical for the high and mighty.
fashion police wonít beat him too harshly on his road to glory.
"What is it, Mr. Popal, pophica, can I call you Seymour, mister?"
almost immediately and I wonder if everyone just calls him Seymour.
continues, "What is it that you put into the food, Mr. Seymour?
Or is it
the food itself?"
"No, you were right the first time. I have established a special
sorts, that when used in conjunction with other experimental ingredients..."
Crystalís stomach starts to growl. Something is very wrong if
again. Seymour gives me that disturbing Ďwhat can I sayí smile
then slips a thick slice of honey glazed ham off the table and into
mouth as he continues. "Enables the eater to stomach and then
other things..." He gives her a couple more pieces of ham.
She gulps them
both down in seconds and yips for more. "Depending on the additive,
the food its basted over." A large spoonful of rice is placed
sisterís mouth, followed by a whole cup of gravy. Well, heís
Mother in awe. Crystal starts taking in a length of kabasa, stopping
once in a while to breath. Mother looks from Crystal, to Seymour,
table, to her own filled, but still slim stomach, and then back at
He nods, gives Crystal a ladle-full of creamed corn, and continues.
all be regulated, neutralized, and counteracted at the eaterís request,
works just as well as a hot drink before eating live game."
"Live game?", Mother and me almost ask in unison.
I knew the high and mighty were ruthless, but this is a whole new shade
evil. I can just imagine some overaggressive high and mighty
homeless furs left and right. Wait, is that whatís happening
"Mr. Seymour, youíre not saying that the high and mighty go around
that stuff ripping unwary pedestrians and or homeless apart, are you?"
Well, I have to say it the way it sounds, even if it is an exaggeration.
Crystal is now nibbling away at a thick beef steak. The food's
juicy, all the sauce is doing is making her stomach get bigger.
making me hungry just watching her eat. Sheís nearly doubled
pre-limousine waist size.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. Itís nothing like that. These furs
want to either be
torn limb from limb, slowly nibbled away, or in the possibilities of
sauce, swallowed whole alive. Itíll be the latest craze for years
Me and mother are struck speechless by how normal he's making this
and Crystal looks like sheís going to throw-up. Seymour quickly
down to the limousineís plush carpet and turns her over onto her stomach.
guess better the interior than his suit. Crystalís legs are at
angles to the floor and I start wondering what sheíd look like if she
suddenly puke up all that food. Will her stomach be a deflated
or will it get taunt again? She digs her claws into the carpet
dragging herself away from Seymour with her arms. He puts his
on his muzzle.
"Before I continue, maybe I should ask you all what you know about
Mother decides to go first. "I knew it was violent, Mr. Seymour, but
nothing like that. Mostly furs killing other furs for what they
big companies and governments crushing smaller ones. And the
I was well enough to get around, well..."
Mother looks displeased with herself. The homeless do anything
everything to bring the food in. It's just the way of life.
Now that she's
well fed again and I'm old enough to notice them under a different
motherís teats look, well, quite nice. If she was to get herself
and everything... Mother buttons up the jacket and puts her legs up
on the seat.
"Yeah, Iíve seen furs kicked and maimed and killed for no reason at
and orgies in alleyways, pimping on the streets, raping, and all the
evil stuff that the high and mighty like to do." I could have
ditto, but I wanted to show them that I still do get around as well
Mother feel a little less embarrassed. Why sugar-coat it?
"Prices! Stuff costs so much, we canít buy anything", Crystal
yips, now by
Crystal rocks, gets herself vertical, and reaches for Mother.
hesitates, then tries to pick her daughter up, but canít. Crystal
Seymour gets up, clutches her under the armpits, and hoists her onto
Motherís lap. Mother yelps, spreads her legs to let the bloated
between, and cautiously strokes the hefty belly with the pupís head
hands on Motherís left thigh, and her feet or her right. Crystalís
starts growling again and after a bit of hesitation and whimpering
pup, Mother feeds her one Swedish meatball after another. If
being like that, who are we to stop her from gorging.
"Yeah, that too. The food is expensive, but everything else...
it really starts getting cold, I like being natural and all, but some
protection from those really harsh days would be nice. Iíve heard
getting so that even the working class are switching over to going
to reduce on expenses." At least I figure thereís still a working
there somewhere. The rich get richer. The poor get poorer.
And the middle
get replaced by expensive, extremely efficient robots.
Seymour seems to spend a few seconds taking this all in, and then replies
as he leans back, crosses his legs, and puts his hands on his lap,
Okay, I guess thatís good enough for now. Itís a little more
from the corporate stand point. Wars are out. Public orgies
normality. Subliminal messages are just beginning to go out of
And the world definitely needs a new in thing. Food. Why
pay for live,
virtual, or even boundless subliminal sex, when you can pay for live
that will rub, massage, or whatever you please down to your stomach."
Yes, the high and mighty are definitely weird. Seymour then takes
to look at Crystal, whoís stomach in now hiding her legs and feet,
of Motherís thigh. Motherís expression shows her concern for
health and well-being if she stops or keeps feeding her. Mother
whimpers to Seymour, he nods, pulls another wine bottle from under
and slides over to beside Mother.
"I do believe youíve had enough, little girl", he tells the happy little
Crystal shakes her head in defiance and Mother looks worried.
opens the bottle, waves it in front of Crystalís face, she yips happily,
he casually pours the neutralizing wine down her throat. As usual,
no idea what heís doing, and I'm glad she doesn't.
After he feels that sheís drank enough, Seymour recorks the bottle,
belches, he slides his hands under her armpits, turns her so that sheís
looking at Mother, and then slides her backwards off the seat until
slips out of his grasp and hits the floor with a sickeningly squishy
Sheís stuck leaning vertically up against the seat looking up at Mother,
he turns her around, and pushes her onto her stomach. Her legs
parallel with the floor and her fingers just barely touch the floor.
been completely immobilized by food. Not letting this stop her,
rocking and bouncing and basically having fun with her huge stomach.
Bravadoing to the exterior of his limosine, Seymour concludes, "The
is always open for new sensations and as far as I know, this is the
For a second I think he means what he did to Crystal, but then I imagine
her full of, say, Seymour, struggling to get back out. Impossible
microvore. Hey, I guess it is an interesting concept, and if
the adult high
and mighty enjoy it as much as Crystal enjoys normal food, well, Seymour
just might rule the world after all, fashion sense or no fashion sense.
Crystal lets out another loud belch and this time everyone laughs.
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