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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (8/27/16). This story was won by 
K-n3kO, whose fursona is playing the part of "The Insatiable" in the made-for-TV war drama / monster movie "The Battle of 45th and Main". (For better dramatic effect in the start, I recommend the .pdf over the below story.)
K-Neko is © his player.
Word Count: 2027
The Battle of 45th and Main
Rumours in a city are just as numerous as people, but when I say “rumours”, I don’t mean the sort of rumour like “Ray is cheating on La Shauna” or something like that. No, I speak of the rumours that circulates amongst those who dabble in the grand art of food. One such rumour is of a legendary beast that goes only be the name “The Insatiable”. Often considered a myth/urban legend, many restaurant owners and food cart owners find it difficult to believe that such a tremendous eater could even exist. It just seemed impossible to even believe of a creature whose hunger could never be sated, even by all the food a restaurant could contain. But there was one restaurant who did believe. The restaurant Alvin’s between 45th and Main was run by a fairly paranoid man, but perhaps paranoia can be a blessing in disguise. His employees ran drills in preparation for The Insatiable. Many called him mad for believing in it, but after what happened to Giuseppe’s, well, it pays to be prepared for the worst.
Boom!
There was hush in the restaurant, save for the loud slamming as the owner (a fine dressed terrier) stared out of the restaurant with awe, and fear. “It’s coming” he said in a low whisper.
Boom!
The tables rattled, the plates clattered, and the cutlery clinked. The servers stared at the closest glasses of water, rings dancing across the clear surfaces. “Im… impossible” one of them uttered.
Boom!
The owner stared around at his petrified workers, their trays barely balanced in their trembling hands, with one trying to feel around the floor for their fallen notepad. “WELL!” the owner snapped loudly, “go get ready! THE INSATIABLE COMES!” he said with great urgency.
Boom!
Everyone scrambled to the kitchen to get armed, and the owner stared at his current patrons. “You’d best all leave. The meal is on the house, and don’t worry about leaving a tip. Just leave before you become collateral damage” he warned with deadly seriousness.
The patrons scattered like a flock of birds a small child just chased off, the building emptying swiftly with tables unkempt and meals half-eaten. The terrier grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, and lit up. Taking a deep drag, he blew a thick cloud of smoke into the air, ignoring the smoke alarms. “May god have mercy on us all” he said quietly, a watchful eye to the nearest glass of water.
Boom!
It was near, a street or two away at least. The Insatiable was coming, and Alvin’s wasn’t about to go down without a fight. Taking up position behind the bar, the owner opened up a hidden compartment beneath it, and drew out a bulletproof vest. It was donned with care, and the terrier’s last cigar was likewise drawn out of the compartment. Closing it up, the owner tossed away his cigarette, and replaced it with his cigar. Lightning it up, he was no longer Harrison Calderato. He was now General Calderato of the 45th and Main Food Brigade, and he was going to win this war. Alvin’s WILL NOT fall to The Insatiable.
Boom!
It was almost time. The beast nears, and his forces were massing. Good men and women, some young, some veterans in their arts. Together they stood united against the threat against them. No, not against them, but for every restaurant and food cart in this city. As god as their witness, there will never be another Giuseppe’s. “Men,” the general began, “we stand upon a dangerous precipice. The Insatiable approaches. A beast of infinite hunger knocks on our door, AND WE WILL ANSWER IT WILL POLITENESS AND RESTRAINT! WE WILL WELCOME IT IN, AND WE WILL ENSURE IT GETS SERVED! WE WILL NOT FALL! WE WILL NOT BECOME LIKE GIUSEPPE’S! WE WILL STAND FIRM! WE WILL STAND STRONG! WE ARE ALVIN’S! AND WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT! WE WILL NOT FALL SO LONG AS WE HAVE COURAGE IN OUR HEARTS AND BAGUETTE’S IN OUR HANDS! WE WILL GIVE IT EVERYTHING WE GOT! AND NO ONE CAN SAY THAT WE DIDN’T TRY!”
Nervous looks were shared amongst the staff. Yes, they were armed with baguettes, whilst one young and incorrigible waiter had breadstick dirks clamped tightly between his fingers. “But it’s just one person, surely” one server hopelessly began, but was silenced.
Boom!
“IT’S HERE” General Calderato cried, his eyes to the door.
Beyond the glass, taking up the street was a tremendous cat-like beast. Its gargantuan wobbly gut hung low and wide, the mass of stretched fur and scale spread as wide as it was tall. Its perpetual wobbling brought tremors all on its own. Stumpy adipose-ridden legs waddled The Insatiable towards Alvin’s, the beast’s eyes alight with hunger. A woman in the street screamed with terror, and then fainted as it passed by. Pressing its face to the glass, The Insatiable’s grin widened. “NNNNNNNYYYYYYYAAAAAARRRRRRRRWWWWW” it roared.
The force of its gleeful pure shattered all glass in a fifty foot radius, but General Calderato didn’t flinch. He was ready for it, he was ready. “FIRE!” he ordered loudly while brandishing his prized halibut.
The 1st Baguette Brigade stood forward, bread at the ready. With all the effort they could muster they hurled their loaves towards the windows. With speed never before seen, The Insatiable snatched each loaf in its flabby paws, whilst also catching one in its mouth. Mouth stretched wide, the beast stuffed all the bread in, its teeth crunching and grinding the loaves. All people present watched in horror as those tall baguettes were ground into crumbs. The Insatiable swallowed it all down, its hedonistic belly bulging outwards, and yet, it only rumbled for more. “Mmmmgood” The Insatiable bellowed.
“SECOND VOLLEY! FIRE!” the general ordered.
The next wave fired, and it only ended up much the same. The Insatiable consumed it hungrily, growing larger and hungrier in its greedy consumption. “Mmm, what kind of entrées do you have?” the beast questioned pleasantly as it tried to climb in through the broken window.
“NOTHING’S WORKING!” a hysteric server wailed hysterically as she covered her ears from the dreadful roars of The Insatiable.
“LAUNCH THE SHNITZELS!”
With the 1st Baguette Brigade retreating, next came the 45th Artillery Corps. Composed of steadfast men and women who have dealt with unpleasable appetites before, this battle-hardened squad all carried trays stacked high with freshly fried chicken and beef schnitzels. Utilizing their meticulous aim they hurled their meat, each flying crumbed treat aimed right for The Insatiable. Tail wagging happily, the beast snapped for whatever schnitzel it could find, chewing them whole like nuggets before trying to snag some more. The burning hot crispy delights didn’t even faze the creature as it picked them off its form, and just snapped them up. Its belly wobbled and jiggled, and yet it still gurgled hungrily. “Munch smack! Heyf, thif stuff is greaf” The Insatiable declared with its mouth full.
Wriggling about, the wad of lard entered Alvin’s good and proper, the foundations of the building trembling as The Insatiable tried to get up. “THE BEAST IS DOWN! PICKLERS! ATTACK!” General Calderato commanded.
With pickles on long forks, The Picklers attacked en masse, their weapons pointed right at The Insatiable’s mouth. They poked and jabbed whatever part of the creature they could reach, the beast giggling loudly as the moist pickles pressed into his fluff. “Nya ha ha ha! This is what I call service” it giggled as it snatched one fork, and snapped the pickle clean off it.
Drawing another from the jar, The Picklers kept up their assault, all the while the chefs came out with fresh trays of schnitzels. Taking them up, the 45th Artillery Corps began their assault once more, a rain of deep-fried deliciousness raining down on the beast. One Pickler had to break away, their fork vacant and jar empty. He staggered wearily through the carnage, and collapsed in the general’s arms. “Did… did I do good?” they whispered, and fainted.
Calderato sniffed loudly, a proud tear wiped away as the reserves took their fallen comrade away. “You did better than good” he answered proudly.
“GENERAL! WE CAN’T HOLD HIM!” a distressed Pickler squealed.
The Insatiable giggled loudly between eating, the pickle prodding starting to tickle alongside the lovely warm massage the schnitzels were giving him. “Nya ha ha! Cut it out” it giggled loudly, its limbs flailing wildly.
The Picklers were scattered by the beast’s paws, their tools lost and tables tipped in the carnage. Slowly The Insatiable rose up despite the schnitzel attack, and the genera began to lose composure. “WHAT ELSE CAN WE THROW AT HIM?!”
“THE CHEFS NEED TIME TO PREPARE!” one called.
“Shit. Does anyone have anything they can throw at this thing?!” the general cried.
“I do!”
Stepping gallantly forward, the young waiter with his breadsticks went to face The Insatiable alone. “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” one shouted.
“HE’S JUST A BOY!” another protested.
Rising up to his full height, The Insatiable towered over the young boy, but the child was not afraid. Breadsticks drawn, he was ready to face the music. “I DO NOT FEAR YOU!” he squealed, striking at the beast.
Everyone was in awe as the boy gracefully danced around The Insatiable, the beasts’ slow swipes hitting only afterimages. “Nya~n! Hold still would ya! I love me some breadsticks” The Insatiable giggled as he kept trying to grab the boy.
“ROAR ALL YOU LIKE BEAST! I WILL NOT GIVE IN TO YOU!” the boy boasted, lashing out again and again.
General Calderato wept a tear of pride at how far the boy had come. Once a clumsy oaf who dropped trays practically every day, he was now a proud warrior fighting to give the chefs time to produce more ammo. “HYAAAAA~!” the boy screamed with all his might.
“Nom!”
The Insatiable had consumed the boy’s entire hand, his digits lost in the slimy gob of the beast. The young waiter screamed loudly as he retracted his spit-stained hand. “MY HAND!” he screamed in pain as he gripped at his wrist. “IT ATE MY HAND!”
“DISTRACT THE CREATURE! GET HIM OUT OF THERE!” the general screamed.
Using some sausages on sticks, a pair of waitresses kept the beast at bay while others got the crying boy out of harm’s way. The general paled as his ward was brought by, his hand still soaked in drool. “Will… will I be okay, sir?” he whimpered weakly.
“We will do what we can to replace your hand” Calderato promised as the boy was taken to the Medical Kitchen.
This had gone on for too long. The beast needed to be stopped here and now. “Men, gather what you can. We will charge The Insatiable with all we have” the general commanded.
“YES SIR!” his platoon saluted, and they retreated into the kitchen.
Taking whatever food they could muster, the entire 45th and Main Army stood strong against the encroaching Insatiable. “Mmmnya~ What else do you guys got?” it bellowed loudly as it STOMPED forwards.
“Men, we may not live after this, but no one can say we didn’t try. CHARGE!” General Calderato declared.
Charging as one, the forces of Alvin’s presented what food they could muster to stuff the beast. Steaks and vegetables, long strands of spaghetti, mushrooms. They gave it their all for the seemingly endless battle. The fight took all night, and come the dawn, The Insatiable was gone, and Alvin’s was relatively in one piece. All of Alvin’s groaned weakly, the stains of battle marks of honour and triumph. One server crawled towards the ailing form of General Calderato, the good leader’s eyes drooping. “General. Did… did we do it?” the server quietly questioned.
The general smiled sagely as his eyelids began to droop. “We did it private. We survived to fight another day” he whispered weakly, and then went to his rest.
The battle was over, the cost was great, but in the end, Alvin’s won. They defeated The Insatiable that night, an achievement that would ring out for years to come. They… had won.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (8/27/16). This story was won by 
K-n3kO, whose fursona is playing the part of "The Insatiable" in the made-for-TV war drama / monster movie "The Battle of 45th and Main". (For better dramatic effect in the start, I recommend the .pdf over the below story.).:Rated general:.
K-Neko is © his player.
Word Count: 2027
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.The Battle of 45th and Main
Rumours in a city are just as numerous as people, but when I say “rumours”, I don’t mean the sort of rumour like “Ray is cheating on La Shauna” or something like that. No, I speak of the rumours that circulates amongst those who dabble in the grand art of food. One such rumour is of a legendary beast that goes only be the name “The Insatiable”. Often considered a myth/urban legend, many restaurant owners and food cart owners find it difficult to believe that such a tremendous eater could even exist. It just seemed impossible to even believe of a creature whose hunger could never be sated, even by all the food a restaurant could contain. But there was one restaurant who did believe. The restaurant Alvin’s between 45th and Main was run by a fairly paranoid man, but perhaps paranoia can be a blessing in disguise. His employees ran drills in preparation for The Insatiable. Many called him mad for believing in it, but after what happened to Giuseppe’s, well, it pays to be prepared for the worst.
Boom!
There was hush in the restaurant, save for the loud slamming as the owner (a fine dressed terrier) stared out of the restaurant with awe, and fear. “It’s coming” he said in a low whisper.
Boom!
The tables rattled, the plates clattered, and the cutlery clinked. The servers stared at the closest glasses of water, rings dancing across the clear surfaces. “Im… impossible” one of them uttered.
Boom!
The owner stared around at his petrified workers, their trays barely balanced in their trembling hands, with one trying to feel around the floor for their fallen notepad. “WELL!” the owner snapped loudly, “go get ready! THE INSATIABLE COMES!” he said with great urgency.
Boom!
Everyone scrambled to the kitchen to get armed, and the owner stared at his current patrons. “You’d best all leave. The meal is on the house, and don’t worry about leaving a tip. Just leave before you become collateral damage” he warned with deadly seriousness.
The patrons scattered like a flock of birds a small child just chased off, the building emptying swiftly with tables unkempt and meals half-eaten. The terrier grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, and lit up. Taking a deep drag, he blew a thick cloud of smoke into the air, ignoring the smoke alarms. “May god have mercy on us all” he said quietly, a watchful eye to the nearest glass of water.
Boom!
It was near, a street or two away at least. The Insatiable was coming, and Alvin’s wasn’t about to go down without a fight. Taking up position behind the bar, the owner opened up a hidden compartment beneath it, and drew out a bulletproof vest. It was donned with care, and the terrier’s last cigar was likewise drawn out of the compartment. Closing it up, the owner tossed away his cigarette, and replaced it with his cigar. Lightning it up, he was no longer Harrison Calderato. He was now General Calderato of the 45th and Main Food Brigade, and he was going to win this war. Alvin’s WILL NOT fall to The Insatiable.
Boom!
It was almost time. The beast nears, and his forces were massing. Good men and women, some young, some veterans in their arts. Together they stood united against the threat against them. No, not against them, but for every restaurant and food cart in this city. As god as their witness, there will never be another Giuseppe’s. “Men,” the general began, “we stand upon a dangerous precipice. The Insatiable approaches. A beast of infinite hunger knocks on our door, AND WE WILL ANSWER IT WILL POLITENESS AND RESTRAINT! WE WILL WELCOME IT IN, AND WE WILL ENSURE IT GETS SERVED! WE WILL NOT FALL! WE WILL NOT BECOME LIKE GIUSEPPE’S! WE WILL STAND FIRM! WE WILL STAND STRONG! WE ARE ALVIN’S! AND WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT! WE WILL NOT FALL SO LONG AS WE HAVE COURAGE IN OUR HEARTS AND BAGUETTE’S IN OUR HANDS! WE WILL GIVE IT EVERYTHING WE GOT! AND NO ONE CAN SAY THAT WE DIDN’T TRY!”
Nervous looks were shared amongst the staff. Yes, they were armed with baguettes, whilst one young and incorrigible waiter had breadstick dirks clamped tightly between his fingers. “But it’s just one person, surely” one server hopelessly began, but was silenced.
Boom!
“IT’S HERE” General Calderato cried, his eyes to the door.
Beyond the glass, taking up the street was a tremendous cat-like beast. Its gargantuan wobbly gut hung low and wide, the mass of stretched fur and scale spread as wide as it was tall. Its perpetual wobbling brought tremors all on its own. Stumpy adipose-ridden legs waddled The Insatiable towards Alvin’s, the beast’s eyes alight with hunger. A woman in the street screamed with terror, and then fainted as it passed by. Pressing its face to the glass, The Insatiable’s grin widened. “NNNNNNNYYYYYYYAAAAAARRRRRRRRWWWWW” it roared.
The force of its gleeful pure shattered all glass in a fifty foot radius, but General Calderato didn’t flinch. He was ready for it, he was ready. “FIRE!” he ordered loudly while brandishing his prized halibut.
The 1st Baguette Brigade stood forward, bread at the ready. With all the effort they could muster they hurled their loaves towards the windows. With speed never before seen, The Insatiable snatched each loaf in its flabby paws, whilst also catching one in its mouth. Mouth stretched wide, the beast stuffed all the bread in, its teeth crunching and grinding the loaves. All people present watched in horror as those tall baguettes were ground into crumbs. The Insatiable swallowed it all down, its hedonistic belly bulging outwards, and yet, it only rumbled for more. “Mmmmgood” The Insatiable bellowed.
“SECOND VOLLEY! FIRE!” the general ordered.
The next wave fired, and it only ended up much the same. The Insatiable consumed it hungrily, growing larger and hungrier in its greedy consumption. “Mmm, what kind of entrées do you have?” the beast questioned pleasantly as it tried to climb in through the broken window.
“NOTHING’S WORKING!” a hysteric server wailed hysterically as she covered her ears from the dreadful roars of The Insatiable.
“LAUNCH THE SHNITZELS!”
With the 1st Baguette Brigade retreating, next came the 45th Artillery Corps. Composed of steadfast men and women who have dealt with unpleasable appetites before, this battle-hardened squad all carried trays stacked high with freshly fried chicken and beef schnitzels. Utilizing their meticulous aim they hurled their meat, each flying crumbed treat aimed right for The Insatiable. Tail wagging happily, the beast snapped for whatever schnitzel it could find, chewing them whole like nuggets before trying to snag some more. The burning hot crispy delights didn’t even faze the creature as it picked them off its form, and just snapped them up. Its belly wobbled and jiggled, and yet it still gurgled hungrily. “Munch smack! Heyf, thif stuff is greaf” The Insatiable declared with its mouth full.
Wriggling about, the wad of lard entered Alvin’s good and proper, the foundations of the building trembling as The Insatiable tried to get up. “THE BEAST IS DOWN! PICKLERS! ATTACK!” General Calderato commanded.
With pickles on long forks, The Picklers attacked en masse, their weapons pointed right at The Insatiable’s mouth. They poked and jabbed whatever part of the creature they could reach, the beast giggling loudly as the moist pickles pressed into his fluff. “Nya ha ha ha! This is what I call service” it giggled as it snatched one fork, and snapped the pickle clean off it.
Drawing another from the jar, The Picklers kept up their assault, all the while the chefs came out with fresh trays of schnitzels. Taking them up, the 45th Artillery Corps began their assault once more, a rain of deep-fried deliciousness raining down on the beast. One Pickler had to break away, their fork vacant and jar empty. He staggered wearily through the carnage, and collapsed in the general’s arms. “Did… did I do good?” they whispered, and fainted.
Calderato sniffed loudly, a proud tear wiped away as the reserves took their fallen comrade away. “You did better than good” he answered proudly.
“GENERAL! WE CAN’T HOLD HIM!” a distressed Pickler squealed.
The Insatiable giggled loudly between eating, the pickle prodding starting to tickle alongside the lovely warm massage the schnitzels were giving him. “Nya ha ha! Cut it out” it giggled loudly, its limbs flailing wildly.
The Picklers were scattered by the beast’s paws, their tools lost and tables tipped in the carnage. Slowly The Insatiable rose up despite the schnitzel attack, and the genera began to lose composure. “WHAT ELSE CAN WE THROW AT HIM?!”
“THE CHEFS NEED TIME TO PREPARE!” one called.
“Shit. Does anyone have anything they can throw at this thing?!” the general cried.
“I do!”
Stepping gallantly forward, the young waiter with his breadsticks went to face The Insatiable alone. “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” one shouted.
“HE’S JUST A BOY!” another protested.
Rising up to his full height, The Insatiable towered over the young boy, but the child was not afraid. Breadsticks drawn, he was ready to face the music. “I DO NOT FEAR YOU!” he squealed, striking at the beast.
Everyone was in awe as the boy gracefully danced around The Insatiable, the beasts’ slow swipes hitting only afterimages. “Nya~n! Hold still would ya! I love me some breadsticks” The Insatiable giggled as he kept trying to grab the boy.
“ROAR ALL YOU LIKE BEAST! I WILL NOT GIVE IN TO YOU!” the boy boasted, lashing out again and again.
General Calderato wept a tear of pride at how far the boy had come. Once a clumsy oaf who dropped trays practically every day, he was now a proud warrior fighting to give the chefs time to produce more ammo. “HYAAAAA~!” the boy screamed with all his might.
“Nom!”
The Insatiable had consumed the boy’s entire hand, his digits lost in the slimy gob of the beast. The young waiter screamed loudly as he retracted his spit-stained hand. “MY HAND!” he screamed in pain as he gripped at his wrist. “IT ATE MY HAND!”
“DISTRACT THE CREATURE! GET HIM OUT OF THERE!” the general screamed.
Using some sausages on sticks, a pair of waitresses kept the beast at bay while others got the crying boy out of harm’s way. The general paled as his ward was brought by, his hand still soaked in drool. “Will… will I be okay, sir?” he whimpered weakly.
“We will do what we can to replace your hand” Calderato promised as the boy was taken to the Medical Kitchen.
This had gone on for too long. The beast needed to be stopped here and now. “Men, gather what you can. We will charge The Insatiable with all we have” the general commanded.
“YES SIR!” his platoon saluted, and they retreated into the kitchen.
Taking whatever food they could muster, the entire 45th and Main Army stood strong against the encroaching Insatiable. “Mmmnya~ What else do you guys got?” it bellowed loudly as it STOMPED forwards.
“Men, we may not live after this, but no one can say we didn’t try. CHARGE!” General Calderato declared.
Charging as one, the forces of Alvin’s presented what food they could muster to stuff the beast. Steaks and vegetables, long strands of spaghetti, mushrooms. They gave it their all for the seemingly endless battle. The fight took all night, and come the dawn, The Insatiable was gone, and Alvin’s was relatively in one piece. All of Alvin’s groaned weakly, the stains of battle marks of honour and triumph. One server crawled towards the ailing form of General Calderato, the good leader’s eyes drooping. “General. Did… did we do it?” the server quietly questioned.
The general smiled sagely as his eyelids began to droop. “We did it private. We survived to fight another day” he whispered weakly, and then went to his rest.
The battle was over, the cost was great, but in the end, Alvin’s won. They defeated The Insatiable that night, an achievement that would ring out for years to come. They… had won.
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