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SamashTommy (Many thanks as always for accepting this commission)
Story was made by me (Hope you enjoy it).
Meeper is owned by me.
*Clomp* *Clomp* *Clomp* came from the stairwell inside an apartment. Walking on those steps was Meeper. His last meeting took longer than expected. In the end, he couldn’t tell whether he met today’s quota or had to improve numbers. His eyes half-open and legs aching from today’s workout. He joined a gym and been working out recently…or at least trying to work out. His right foot with the black sock’s end raised all the way up near his furry knee. His Aviary Ellis shoes taking up most of the steps. He looked at himself with his button collared shirt and pants. He thinks he lost some weight though his pants were still feeling tight. He hoped no one else notice though they more likely did….did Louis when he met him on that bench?
“Hey…HEY!” Yelled a male gazelle wearing a blue t-shirt and white shorts with sandals designed for his hooves. Meeper suddenly turned his head towards his back and noticed the male gazelle only a few steps lower than him holding a grocery bag.
“You want to keep walking now?! I got ice cream here!”
The gazelle’s words even louder than before with his eyes narrow and nostrils huffing out.
“Oh…S-Sorry” said Meeper in a quiet tone. He looked back towards his front and walked further up the steps. The gazelle following quickly and heading towards his apartment at the west end of the hall.
“Go daydream somewhere else!” Shouted the gazelle right before closing the door with a loud slam.
Meeper was still at the end of the stairs and looked at the tenant’s door for a few more minutes. Why did he let himself drift in his own mind. He turned towards the other side of the hall and went towards his own apartment.
Apartment 332. He never could stand being one off of 333 as if that number had to be 3 for the world to be right. He went through his right pocket for the keys. Why were the keys such a hassle to get out of that pocket? He finally managed to pull them off with a yank raising his arm up involuntarily. He went through each key on his keychain until finding the one for the door. Once he unlocked the door, he went inside. He turned his head all around the apartment always reminded that it wasn’t much. One dresser, one closet, a stand with the tv, small bathroom with at least a kitchen. One bed with a mattress smaller than his own body.
Meeper raised his eyes and stopped moving his head. His line of sight once again on the object that was across from him…the mirror. He walked towards it noticing his cheap collared shirt, pants, and shoes. He slowly moved on the cheap carpet as it was pushed down against the weight of his loafers. While walking closer towards the mirror, his jaw inadvertently opened and taking his glasses off accidentally dropping them on the floor…again.
His reflection changed. Somehow, he saw himself in a nice suit. It looked like one made by the Armored Rhino company. They were one of the few reputable companies known for their clothing line. He saw something very rarely in his life. A smile. He was happy. Suddenly, he saw hands applauding at him with money raining down. He saw himself as a success. He saw respect that felt genuine. He felt important and not a tool. He started thinking to himself about his current job. He made money for his company with every event. He was praised by coworkers and his boss. However, he never thought it was genuine. May be that he didn’t have the prestigious title or education that were at his colleagues’ levels. Some he even studied with years ago. He couldn’t even use his money to help pay for expenses with events. The company used it for their own purposes and didn’t even bother telling him. Now, he was already having to figure out his next event with prestigious speakers, presentations, and had to meet a higher quota than the last event. Even when the events are big, they’re never big enough for the company as if he can’t do anything right.
Meeper’s eyes shut tight while lowering his head. He shook his head left and right a few times thinking of empty promises for promotions, his own team, and even having his own name mentioned in events that he single handedly made successful. He suddenly moved his wings against his eyes and pushed against those furry eyelids. His own toe claws curling against those shoes and socks. He breathed rapidly but started to calm down. He lifted his left leg and pushed his shoe down against the right ankle, then lifted his right socked foot off of the other shoe. He followed suit for his left socked foot. He moved his wings away from his face and opened his eyes. He looked at each socked foot momentarily. He lifted his left foot and grabbed the end of that sock. He pulled it off slowly revealing that gray soft furry foot. He wiggled his toe claws in the air before slowly resting his soft furry sole against the carpet.
Meeper moaned softly when feeling that carpet against his furry foot. He lifted his right foot and grabbed the end of that sock. He pulled it off slowly and gazed momentarily at that gray furry soft foot. He wiggled his toe claws for a few seconds to alleviate his stress. Once he put that foot down on the carpet, he couldn’t help but wiggle all toe claws on top of the carpet. At least the carpet still felt good.
“Mmmmm” once again escaped from his mouth. His eyes closed but not tightly as he inadvertently smiled feeling that carpet. He opened his eyes slowly, blinked, then opened his eyes while opening his mouth at the same time though not even realizing it. His reflection was different again except he was now only wearing wrestling shorts. Everything else was completely bare. The amount of fur on his neck no longer constricted by a shirt. He saw something else different…his chest and stomach. Looked like he had more muscles than usual. His arms didn’t look flabby either with smooth fur. In the background was a wrestling ring. That’s right…he had thought of being a professional wrestler as a kid. May be even a small promotion would’ve been nice. Why bother wearing shoes anyway, they’d just prevent him from feeling firm fur, moist scales, soft feathers….and there were even spotlights to give him attention. That was why he had also started working out at the gym. He could imagine himself being praised by fans and cameras all around him like he was important. No one would dare push Meeper around and think twice before getting in the ring with him unless they wanted to be under his furry foot. All those medals and trophies around him. News posts asking if he were hot and sexy…well “duh”. He lifted the phone for another call from his agent about an endorsement deal until a pop-up window appeared with the sound “No New Messages”.
His eyes widened when his latest fantasy was once again shattered. That’s right…he wasn’t a wrestler or athlete. Coaches said he didn’t have the body for sports. They weren’t wrong…been that way even when he was a kid. He wasn’t doing his exercises right, not even pushups. He can remember everyone in the locker room calling him weak and a nerd. He also heard about just sticking with something to be good at. Sure as hell wasn’t wrestling…or basketball…or baseball…or football…or any sport. He could remember the video games….he was good at that and still good at it…though it wasn’t enough anymore. He shut his eyes again and moved a wing to cover his forehead. When moving it away slightly, he could swear as if he’d now see half of himself in the suit and the other as a wrestler. He closed his eyes again.
“Why can’t I be him…?” whispered Meeper.
*Beep* *BEEP* *DOO_DOO_DOO*
Meeper moved his head up and lowered his wing. He looked at his other wing holding his phone. He must’ve pulled it out when fantasizing earlier, but that reflection was now giving his actual reflection. That was an email notification. What was it now…another offer for some sale, a recommendation for a movie, or another message from work about the next event. He unlocked his phone and opened that email app. He looked at it and blinked a few times.
His eyes opened wide. He closed and rubbed his eyes a few times. The unread email was still there. It was an invitation for a job interview. Oh yeah…another company was hiring a director. He applied over a month ago and didn’t hear back. He opened it, and the invitation gave details requesting an interview. He took a few steps back and suddenly sat on the carpet. He didn’t even notice the pain in his furry butt. Tears were starting to form in his eyes. He was selected for an interview…for a job that had so many qualifications. He didn’t even have their preferred education. When he didn’t hear back, he thought they didn’t select him for an interview. It wasn’t a job offer but the fact he gets one step closer to an opportunity that was thought to be impossible…he was just so happy.
A tear ran down his furry cheek while smiling widely. He was so caught up in the moment and didn’t want to jinx it. He knew about preparing for it but just wanted to enjoy his moment. He looked at that mirror again seeing himself so happy. He didn’t even notice a text message from the gym. One of the trainers gave him a response reading: “Hey, you did an awesome job for today’s workout. You improved with mountain climbing and didn’t tire out with the new weight set. I think we can try out the next level if you’re interested.”
SamashTommy (Many thanks as always for accepting this commission)Story was made by me (Hope you enjoy it).
Meeper is owned by me.
*Clomp* *Clomp* *Clomp* came from the stairwell inside an apartment. Walking on those steps was Meeper. His last meeting took longer than expected. In the end, he couldn’t tell whether he met today’s quota or had to improve numbers. His eyes half-open and legs aching from today’s workout. He joined a gym and been working out recently…or at least trying to work out. His right foot with the black sock’s end raised all the way up near his furry knee. His Aviary Ellis shoes taking up most of the steps. He looked at himself with his button collared shirt and pants. He thinks he lost some weight though his pants were still feeling tight. He hoped no one else notice though they more likely did….did Louis when he met him on that bench?
“Hey…HEY!” Yelled a male gazelle wearing a blue t-shirt and white shorts with sandals designed for his hooves. Meeper suddenly turned his head towards his back and noticed the male gazelle only a few steps lower than him holding a grocery bag.
“You want to keep walking now?! I got ice cream here!”
The gazelle’s words even louder than before with his eyes narrow and nostrils huffing out.
“Oh…S-Sorry” said Meeper in a quiet tone. He looked back towards his front and walked further up the steps. The gazelle following quickly and heading towards his apartment at the west end of the hall.
“Go daydream somewhere else!” Shouted the gazelle right before closing the door with a loud slam.
Meeper was still at the end of the stairs and looked at the tenant’s door for a few more minutes. Why did he let himself drift in his own mind. He turned towards the other side of the hall and went towards his own apartment.
Apartment 332. He never could stand being one off of 333 as if that number had to be 3 for the world to be right. He went through his right pocket for the keys. Why were the keys such a hassle to get out of that pocket? He finally managed to pull them off with a yank raising his arm up involuntarily. He went through each key on his keychain until finding the one for the door. Once he unlocked the door, he went inside. He turned his head all around the apartment always reminded that it wasn’t much. One dresser, one closet, a stand with the tv, small bathroom with at least a kitchen. One bed with a mattress smaller than his own body.
Meeper raised his eyes and stopped moving his head. His line of sight once again on the object that was across from him…the mirror. He walked towards it noticing his cheap collared shirt, pants, and shoes. He slowly moved on the cheap carpet as it was pushed down against the weight of his loafers. While walking closer towards the mirror, his jaw inadvertently opened and taking his glasses off accidentally dropping them on the floor…again.
His reflection changed. Somehow, he saw himself in a nice suit. It looked like one made by the Armored Rhino company. They were one of the few reputable companies known for their clothing line. He saw something very rarely in his life. A smile. He was happy. Suddenly, he saw hands applauding at him with money raining down. He saw himself as a success. He saw respect that felt genuine. He felt important and not a tool. He started thinking to himself about his current job. He made money for his company with every event. He was praised by coworkers and his boss. However, he never thought it was genuine. May be that he didn’t have the prestigious title or education that were at his colleagues’ levels. Some he even studied with years ago. He couldn’t even use his money to help pay for expenses with events. The company used it for their own purposes and didn’t even bother telling him. Now, he was already having to figure out his next event with prestigious speakers, presentations, and had to meet a higher quota than the last event. Even when the events are big, they’re never big enough for the company as if he can’t do anything right.
Meeper’s eyes shut tight while lowering his head. He shook his head left and right a few times thinking of empty promises for promotions, his own team, and even having his own name mentioned in events that he single handedly made successful. He suddenly moved his wings against his eyes and pushed against those furry eyelids. His own toe claws curling against those shoes and socks. He breathed rapidly but started to calm down. He lifted his left leg and pushed his shoe down against the right ankle, then lifted his right socked foot off of the other shoe. He followed suit for his left socked foot. He moved his wings away from his face and opened his eyes. He looked at each socked foot momentarily. He lifted his left foot and grabbed the end of that sock. He pulled it off slowly revealing that gray soft furry foot. He wiggled his toe claws in the air before slowly resting his soft furry sole against the carpet.
Meeper moaned softly when feeling that carpet against his furry foot. He lifted his right foot and grabbed the end of that sock. He pulled it off slowly and gazed momentarily at that gray furry soft foot. He wiggled his toe claws for a few seconds to alleviate his stress. Once he put that foot down on the carpet, he couldn’t help but wiggle all toe claws on top of the carpet. At least the carpet still felt good.
“Mmmmm” once again escaped from his mouth. His eyes closed but not tightly as he inadvertently smiled feeling that carpet. He opened his eyes slowly, blinked, then opened his eyes while opening his mouth at the same time though not even realizing it. His reflection was different again except he was now only wearing wrestling shorts. Everything else was completely bare. The amount of fur on his neck no longer constricted by a shirt. He saw something else different…his chest and stomach. Looked like he had more muscles than usual. His arms didn’t look flabby either with smooth fur. In the background was a wrestling ring. That’s right…he had thought of being a professional wrestler as a kid. May be even a small promotion would’ve been nice. Why bother wearing shoes anyway, they’d just prevent him from feeling firm fur, moist scales, soft feathers….and there were even spotlights to give him attention. That was why he had also started working out at the gym. He could imagine himself being praised by fans and cameras all around him like he was important. No one would dare push Meeper around and think twice before getting in the ring with him unless they wanted to be under his furry foot. All those medals and trophies around him. News posts asking if he were hot and sexy…well “duh”. He lifted the phone for another call from his agent about an endorsement deal until a pop-up window appeared with the sound “No New Messages”.
His eyes widened when his latest fantasy was once again shattered. That’s right…he wasn’t a wrestler or athlete. Coaches said he didn’t have the body for sports. They weren’t wrong…been that way even when he was a kid. He wasn’t doing his exercises right, not even pushups. He can remember everyone in the locker room calling him weak and a nerd. He also heard about just sticking with something to be good at. Sure as hell wasn’t wrestling…or basketball…or baseball…or football…or any sport. He could remember the video games….he was good at that and still good at it…though it wasn’t enough anymore. He shut his eyes again and moved a wing to cover his forehead. When moving it away slightly, he could swear as if he’d now see half of himself in the suit and the other as a wrestler. He closed his eyes again.
“Why can’t I be him…?” whispered Meeper.
*Beep* *BEEP* *DOO_DOO_DOO*
Meeper moved his head up and lowered his wing. He looked at his other wing holding his phone. He must’ve pulled it out when fantasizing earlier, but that reflection was now giving his actual reflection. That was an email notification. What was it now…another offer for some sale, a recommendation for a movie, or another message from work about the next event. He unlocked his phone and opened that email app. He looked at it and blinked a few times.
His eyes opened wide. He closed and rubbed his eyes a few times. The unread email was still there. It was an invitation for a job interview. Oh yeah…another company was hiring a director. He applied over a month ago and didn’t hear back. He opened it, and the invitation gave details requesting an interview. He took a few steps back and suddenly sat on the carpet. He didn’t even notice the pain in his furry butt. Tears were starting to form in his eyes. He was selected for an interview…for a job that had so many qualifications. He didn’t even have their preferred education. When he didn’t hear back, he thought they didn’t select him for an interview. It wasn’t a job offer but the fact he gets one step closer to an opportunity that was thought to be impossible…he was just so happy.
A tear ran down his furry cheek while smiling widely. He was so caught up in the moment and didn’t want to jinx it. He knew about preparing for it but just wanted to enjoy his moment. He looked at that mirror again seeing himself so happy. He didn’t even notice a text message from the gym. One of the trainers gave him a response reading: “Hey, you did an awesome job for today’s workout. You improved with mountain climbing and didn’t tire out with the new weight set. I think we can try out the next level if you’re interested.”
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Bat
Size 1419 x 2608px
File Size 3.43 MB
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