Hey there folks,

Since some of my commissions have been taking a while to get back, I thought I start updating my gallery with short stories I’ve been writing down here and there. I have to send a special thanks for Tiger1001 for the use of his characters.

Anyway, the idea for this one actually came about from an actual discussion with Tiger1001 in which he encountered several convention goers complaining about his “well-endowed” women. I’ve actually seen that as a trend emerging across several conventions now that I think about it. Well, I decided to twist that around in more than one way.

So without any further ado, I hope you enjoy…
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Blazing Changes
Chapter 1 - The Insult

It was a crowded and loud Saturday at Tiger Con, the largest furry convention in New Metropolis. Chaos and pandemonium ensued across the entire convention with people bustling and hustling all about the floors. It came to no surprise to convention staff that all the crevasses were filled to the brink since they spent quite a fortunate advertising Tiger Con to no end. From what I heard, this year would top all conventions in that of attendance.

But sadly, this is neither here nor there as our story unfolds in this year’s Artist Alley. Attendees were dashing left to right, up to down, and sideways to sideways to snatch up all the great canvas, prints, and pillows to hug. It was sure to be the most profitable of years for all the artists that year, especially that of one table swarming with fan boys waving their purchases with elated excitement.

“Sign this,” shouted one of the many people holding and waving a swimming panda canvas.
“Hug this,” exclaimed another random fan hugging and swaying a cute and foxy hug pillow.
“Kiss this,” yelled a third fan pointing and poking at a Siberian tiger basking in moon light.

But who is it that all these fan boys came to see?
But who is it that all these fan boys wish to meet?
But who is it that all these fan boys want to lust over?

It was none other than of course Tiger’s three lovely ladies.

“This is so much fun,” a giggling Ling said as she smiled the widest of all smiles. The first convention she ever attended, Ling was sporting her new purple hair bonnet and a brightly lime green tank top. Ling kept herself busy with the countless requests for her autography. “I’ve never realized how exciting it would be to meet our fans.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” scowled Shari with eyes draining of pleasure. A veteran to these conventions, Shari had her bountifully elegant hair pulled back in a ponytail with a white tank top to reflect the heat waves. Shari was taking the orders and keeping an eye out for those that did not pay. “I’m taking care of the cash and customers. That’s $15 by the way. I just wished I had some help over here.”

“Hey, I’m plenty busy here,” yawned Minina who was just finishing up blowing a kiss to an adoring fan. Tagging along with Shari to the conventions, Minina was stretching herself backwards on a premium convention chair and placing her legs across the table as a means of showcasing her barbarian princess cosplay. “Just hold out until high noon. The crowds will surely die out by then.”

And so our heroines did just that, continuing to sign, sell, and adore there fans with their wonderfully crafted products. Everyone was elated with their fine purchases, praising these ladies to no end. Busy as they could ever dream, the crowds started to dwindle as high noon slowly approached. With an end in sight, the ladies bounced with joy until they heard--

“You ladies are sluts!!!”

Tranquility and peace shattered into dismay and chaos. Shocked, our lovely ladies turned their attention to the back of the crowds. Those who were innocent bystanders also turned their attention to the back and darted off to the sides to clear a path. A towering figure fast approached the table, knocking over any and all who stood in his way. Arriving at the front of their booth, a muscular fox stood before them, arms crossed and eyes glaring in total disgust.

“I said it once,” he confidently started as he motioned to himself with his right thumb, “and I’ll say it again.”

“All you women are slots,” he fiercely barked as he pointed at our lovely ladies with hatred in his glowing red eyes and menacingly sharp fangs fully exposed.

“The name is Blaze,” the fiery fox continued to speak. “And I’m here to say that none of you ladies have game.”

“Let’s face facts,” Blaze said as he moved in front of Minina, “all you do is strut your body in awkward poses to showcase your tits to all your perverted fans.”

Blaze stroke a pose to showcase his quite massive abs. Stretching his body sides with the use of both his arms, he smiled and wink as his three fangs that made up his mullet swished form side to side.

“And you’re not fooling me,” Blaze regained his composure and moved slightly over to Ling, “with your nativity. It’s clear to me that you act this way to cater to these sick nerds.”

Embarrassed, the remaining crowd scattered like fleas to other booths and tables.

“And that’s why you’ll never be able to hang with someone like me,” Blaze confidently finished with a twirl of his hand pointing to himself.

Ling, upset and tearing at such hateful words, couldn’t hold back the cries anymore. Caring as always, Shari did her best to comfort our Ling before turning her rage to Blaze.

“How dare you,” shouted Shari at Blaze. “You have no right to insult us like that.”

“I ought to,” Shari spewed as she started to rise with her fist up in an almighty rage.

But before she could, Minina rose and placed her hand on Shari’s fist to lower it down.

“Every man has his right to his own opinion,” soothed Minina to our furious Shari.

“But all I see is a little boy,” spoke Minina as she turned her attention to a surprised Blaze.

“Excuse me,” snarled Blaze with eyes so fierce.

“You heard what I said little boy,” taunted Minina with her finger poking at Blaze. “You have no clue what it takes to hang with these fine ladies.”

Minina paused for a second to gather her thoughts before casting her charming eyes at Blaze. Minina had a plan to enact her revenge on Blaze but knew she had to play to his ego.

“But tell you what,” Minina seductively whispered to Blaze, leaning in so closely to his body.

“How about you come to this room after 5 o’clock for a very special date,” continued Minina as she slips a piece of paper across Blaze’s before walking away. Minina then turned her head and body back around and winked, “if you have the stones to hang with us that is.”

Those who still had the courage to watch shirked back in terror at the sight of Blaze’s impending rage. It was clear to all watching that Blaze’s blood is boiling red with pure unaltered angered. With the sweat rolling down his face and chest, Blaze did his best to control his fangs from biting down too hard on his jawline. It came as a complete and total surprise that Blaze suddenly laughed and stood upright form his crutched position.

“Hm,” chuckled Blaze. “You got yourself a deal.”

Blaze turned around and started to walk away. Before going too far, Blaze turned around to arrogantly boast about his supposed victory by saying, “I’ll see you at 5:00 o’clock kitty cat.”

Cocky in her supposed victory, Minina stood there with her hands crossed smiling as Blaze walked away. In utter disbelief of the events that have transpired, Ling and Shari turned their attention to Minina in furious rage.

“What gives?” Demanded Shari. “Why would you give that jug head the time of day, especially after the insults he hurled our way?”

“Unlike you,” Minina turned around to address Shari, “I always have a plan.”

Both Ling and Shari looked at each other in confusion before returning to Minina.

“Don’t worry your pretty little heads about it girls,” Minina continued with a grin across her face. “Let’s just say that he’s going to learn what it really takes to ‘hang’ with us…the hard way.”