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A Half Baked Part 1
The two figures had come here due to a rumour and a dare. The first was the more apprehensive dark purple furred cat, Mittens, who was constantly chided and prodded to progress by his companion, the black and grey wolf, Berkut. Berkut was far more confident and curious, and when the disused back door of the factory had proven to be locked, yet still solid enough that a tug didn’t budge it, he’d been the one to find the unlocked window at ground level. Mittens certainly hadn’t wanted to clamber into the window, and had told Berkut to try and get the door open. In the eeries silence that followed, he had considered running off, but soon the door clicked and his chance to make a break for it vanished.
The rumour they’d been fed told of this being a wonderful paradise of confectionary creations. Candies, cakes and treats aplenty were made to extravagant specifications. However the company had extended too far, too quickly and with a sudden lack of demand for their products, they had allegedly gone bankrupt. The teller, a mutual friend of theirs, had tempted them in with talk of their finished products boxed and waiting for shipping to clients who would
never receive them. They’d both had some moral quandaries to face, was it really stealing if the item was going to sit untouched until it rotted? But Berkut had shoved those thoughts aside, his intention one of intrepid exploration instead. His plans had put them here, scurrying through corridors with only a single flashlight between them.
“Oh, cheer up, Mittens! If we do find anything we can always come back for it, I’m not going to make you take things or make you think you’re helping a robber. We’re just looking!” He emphasised as Mittens peered worriedly over his shoulder at the presumably deactivated camera. It hadn’t even pointed their way when they crossed the hall, but the cat was hardly comforted, given the oppressively eerie silence of their surroundings. A metallic clank in the distance made Mittens squeak, shuffling even closer to Berkut. “Did you hear that?” “No? Look, you’re just scaring yourself, there’s nothing here!” Berkut asserted, pushing the door shut behind them to try and stop Mittens from worrying further. “Oh, now this is more like it!” The room they were in looked highly promising, and Berkut’s face lit up, large boxes sat at the far end of the room, tied and presented. It was a huge room itself, though hard to see in the light, and the scent of fresh baked goods had seeped in to make for a pleasant front. The ceiling above them clattered, loudly. “Y-you heard that?!” Mittens asked.
“Uh, yeah, but it’s fine.” Berkut said. Interrupted by yet more creaking and rumblings,
suddenly he was less sure. They shared one concerned look up and to each other. Just when Berkut was about to speak further, a far louder whirring came from around them, moving closer, rapidly. Something soft impacted Berkut’s hips and kept going, pushing in around and behind him. From the impact and his shock he dropped the light, looking down to see a flat topped, curved shape had swallowed his legs. Mittens was in the same predicament, the pair in the
centre of a large circular disk of… something! Their elbows were almost touching as they tried to wriggle and squirm, but the centre was weirdly stretchy and spongy, keeping them both buried and in place.
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39209772/
Part 3: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39241027/
Comic commission for
Shadowdust and the writer behind this is 
Ashari
The two figures had come here due to a rumour and a dare. The first was the more apprehensive dark purple furred cat, Mittens, who was constantly chided and prodded to progress by his companion, the black and grey wolf, Berkut. Berkut was far more confident and curious, and when the disused back door of the factory had proven to be locked, yet still solid enough that a tug didn’t budge it, he’d been the one to find the unlocked window at ground level. Mittens certainly hadn’t wanted to clamber into the window, and had told Berkut to try and get the door open. In the eeries silence that followed, he had considered running off, but soon the door clicked and his chance to make a break for it vanished.
The rumour they’d been fed told of this being a wonderful paradise of confectionary creations. Candies, cakes and treats aplenty were made to extravagant specifications. However the company had extended too far, too quickly and with a sudden lack of demand for their products, they had allegedly gone bankrupt. The teller, a mutual friend of theirs, had tempted them in with talk of their finished products boxed and waiting for shipping to clients who would
never receive them. They’d both had some moral quandaries to face, was it really stealing if the item was going to sit untouched until it rotted? But Berkut had shoved those thoughts aside, his intention one of intrepid exploration instead. His plans had put them here, scurrying through corridors with only a single flashlight between them.
“Oh, cheer up, Mittens! If we do find anything we can always come back for it, I’m not going to make you take things or make you think you’re helping a robber. We’re just looking!” He emphasised as Mittens peered worriedly over his shoulder at the presumably deactivated camera. It hadn’t even pointed their way when they crossed the hall, but the cat was hardly comforted, given the oppressively eerie silence of their surroundings. A metallic clank in the distance made Mittens squeak, shuffling even closer to Berkut. “Did you hear that?” “No? Look, you’re just scaring yourself, there’s nothing here!” Berkut asserted, pushing the door shut behind them to try and stop Mittens from worrying further. “Oh, now this is more like it!” The room they were in looked highly promising, and Berkut’s face lit up, large boxes sat at the far end of the room, tied and presented. It was a huge room itself, though hard to see in the light, and the scent of fresh baked goods had seeped in to make for a pleasant front. The ceiling above them clattered, loudly. “Y-you heard that?!” Mittens asked.
“Uh, yeah, but it’s fine.” Berkut said. Interrupted by yet more creaking and rumblings,
suddenly he was less sure. They shared one concerned look up and to each other. Just when Berkut was about to speak further, a far louder whirring came from around them, moving closer, rapidly. Something soft impacted Berkut’s hips and kept going, pushing in around and behind him. From the impact and his shock he dropped the light, looking down to see a flat topped, curved shape had swallowed his legs. Mittens was in the same predicament, the pair in the
centre of a large circular disk of… something! Their elbows were almost touching as they tried to wriggle and squirm, but the centre was weirdly stretchy and spongy, keeping them both buried and in place.
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39209772/
Part 3: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39241027/
Comic commission for
Shadowdust and the writer behind this is 
Ashari
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1378 x 2349px
File Size 1.87 MB
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