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© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Tali’s Pool Party ©
Major Matt Mason and assorted artists
Story idea by
EOCostello
Swimsuits by Botany 500
Thumbnail art by Stock Phootage.
The manager of the estate, a lean and rangy coyote, felt his ears go back as the contractor walked over to him. “Okay,” the coyote said, “give me the bad news.”
The contractor was an otter, one of the larger sort. He consulted a clipboard. “For starters, you do know that there are consequences from having so many furs in the pool, right?”
“But I thought that was taken care of!” The manager gestured toward a blocky building near the pool area. It may have been mistaken for a gymnasium. “Those filters – “
“Still need to be cleaned from time to time,” the otter pointed out. “Then there’s the pumps.”
“What about them?”
“They’re seized up, and you damned near burned out the motors,” came the reply. “And then – well, watch.” The otter stooped and picked up a small piece of gravel. He gauged the distance and threw it at the strangely fluorescent green water.
The stone bounced, twice, and came to rest on the concrete on the far side of the pool.
The coyote winced.
“Yeah,” the contractor said. “Might want to get a doc to check out your bathing beauties,” and he jerked a thumb at the large group of femmefurs gathered near the pool. Some were in very scanty and revealing swimsuits, while others were dressed only in their fur. A couple looked concerned.
The coyote sighed. The otter quite figuratively had him by the cojones, and he didn’t much like it. “What has to be done, and what’s the damage?” he asked.
The otter flipped a few more pages. “Well, you need a full maintenance done on the motors . . . filters need to be replaced . . . plumbing, ditto . . . we’ll have to cut up what’s in the pool and haul it out, but I can get you a discount on that.”
Canid ears perked. “A discount?”
“Yeah. Friend of mine’s got an outdoor shooting range, and he can use this stuff as ballistic gelatin. Then,” and he consulted the clipboard again, “the pool’s got to be cleaned and disinfected before it can be refilled.” He glanced up at the coyote. “Here’s my estimate,” and he held out the clipboard.
The estate manager sighed, running numbers over in his head. “I’ll pay you double,” he said, “if you can finish the job in two weeks.”
The otter’s eyes bugged out momentarily. “Two weeks? Are you kidding?”
“For double the cost,” the coyote said.
The contractor thought for a moment. “Half now, half in two weeks.”
“I’ll get my checkbook.” The coyote headed for his office.
“Larry!” the otter shouted. “Get the guys, we’re starting today!” As he ran for his truck, he caught sight of a brown-furred feline femme with long black headfur, without a stitch on, nodding in approval.
end
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Tali’s Pool Party ©
Major Matt Mason and assorted artistsStory idea by
EOCostelloSwimsuits by Botany 500
Thumbnail art by Stock Phootage.
The manager of the estate, a lean and rangy coyote, felt his ears go back as the contractor walked over to him. “Okay,” the coyote said, “give me the bad news.”
The contractor was an otter, one of the larger sort. He consulted a clipboard. “For starters, you do know that there are consequences from having so many furs in the pool, right?”
“But I thought that was taken care of!” The manager gestured toward a blocky building near the pool area. It may have been mistaken for a gymnasium. “Those filters – “
“Still need to be cleaned from time to time,” the otter pointed out. “Then there’s the pumps.”
“What about them?”
“They’re seized up, and you damned near burned out the motors,” came the reply. “And then – well, watch.” The otter stooped and picked up a small piece of gravel. He gauged the distance and threw it at the strangely fluorescent green water.
The stone bounced, twice, and came to rest on the concrete on the far side of the pool.
The coyote winced.
“Yeah,” the contractor said. “Might want to get a doc to check out your bathing beauties,” and he jerked a thumb at the large group of femmefurs gathered near the pool. Some were in very scanty and revealing swimsuits, while others were dressed only in their fur. A couple looked concerned.
The coyote sighed. The otter quite figuratively had him by the cojones, and he didn’t much like it. “What has to be done, and what’s the damage?” he asked.
The otter flipped a few more pages. “Well, you need a full maintenance done on the motors . . . filters need to be replaced . . . plumbing, ditto . . . we’ll have to cut up what’s in the pool and haul it out, but I can get you a discount on that.”
Canid ears perked. “A discount?”
“Yeah. Friend of mine’s got an outdoor shooting range, and he can use this stuff as ballistic gelatin. Then,” and he consulted the clipboard again, “the pool’s got to be cleaned and disinfected before it can be refilled.” He glanced up at the coyote. “Here’s my estimate,” and he held out the clipboard.
The estate manager sighed, running numbers over in his head. “I’ll pay you double,” he said, “if you can finish the job in two weeks.”
The otter’s eyes bugged out momentarily. “Two weeks? Are you kidding?”
“For double the cost,” the coyote said.
The contractor thought for a moment. “Half now, half in two weeks.”
“I’ll get my checkbook.” The coyote headed for his office.
“Larry!” the otter shouted. “Get the guys, we’re starting today!” As he ran for his truck, he caught sight of a brown-furred feline femme with long black headfur, without a stitch on, nodding in approval.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Coyote
Size 120 x 90px
File Size 35.2 kB
Nothing twenty gallons of chlorine won't fix. and daily filter changes. Although in a world of furries, I expect that pool filters are a lot more, ummm, larger. When I was a kid, my parents had a membership in the local swim and tennis club. I remember being fascinated watching the staff cleaning the filters and adding chlorinating chemicals.
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