Post by Aria on Sept 18, 2007 17:14:37 GMT -5
Aria vs. Tac:
Jewel's Come'Uppins
Heya sportsfans! I'm afraid I can't elaborate on this story, seein' as how I'm at work and my lunch break is just about over. But, I couldn't just leave you hanging! So, here's the last installment of 'Aria vs. Tac'! I hope you guys enjoy!!!
And, pull up some popcorn. This one's a loooooong one! >:3
Who knew that helping such an idiotic mutt would benefit her so well? She got Tac off her back, she- well, actually, she was wondering if it was a fair trade. While the spotted diabolical genius wasn’t bothering her anymore, she had gained a new annoyance. A new annoyance, with the attention span of a goldfish. No, no, if that goldfish were to get into some sort of car accident, and have mental disabilities coupled with its 5 minute memory, then that would equal the intelligence of her new annoyance.
She bared her teeth within her muzzle, not wanting to show how aggravated she was. Though the fur on the back of her neck rose faintly, it was hardly noticeable with her fur being matted and wet. “No, I don’t want to play right now. I’m sorry Dipstick, but I’m just not in the mood.”
“Aww, c’mon. Tac’s been locked up in his shed all day, n’ stuff, n’ n’ n’... I got no one to play with. Why don’tcha wanna?” He asked her, already cutesy eyes growing into the size of saucers, his lower lip sticking out past his overbite and quivering.
Aria spat out a stream of water, right eye developing a tick, “Well, if ya haven’t noticed, I’m kinda in the middle of a BATH-glubblesblub!” And down she went once more, Nanny muttering to herself for the fat little puppy to stay still while she was scrubbed within the kitchen sink.
It was only a matter of time until she would be caught; having avoided a bath for almost the entire duration of her arrival. Naturally she’d take a dip at the Hiccup Hole, and it wasn’t like she ran into the pigpen randomly and got filthy. Generally, she was a tidy pup, simply from the fact that she was also lazy.
Unfortunately, Dipstick decided that he’d want to have a mud fight with the back of her head. Without any warning to the musical mutt.
“Oh… uh… after?” He yipped hopefully, both drowning Nanny’s muttering out, though Aria was having a harder time. That woman had bony fingers, despite her weight! Nevermind that brush had to be no less than twelve years old, leaving the bristles stone hard and quite unforgiving.
“NO.” Aria snarled, trying to give a bark of annoyance, instead a bubble leaving her lips and floating about. A few moments later and she was rinsed off, dried into a puffball like state, and dumped onto the kitchen floor.
“There y’are, deary. You try and stay out of the mud now… You were due for a bath anyway.” The old pet chuckled, patting Aria on the rump and herding her outside.
Dipstick, who had been watching from the counter jumped down and followed after with a happy little gait. “So, y’wanna have a mudfight?”
Aria’s paw slowly curled into a fist, and she turned, ready to deck the little imbecile. Looking into his carefree and clueless face, however, she felt all the stress leave her body in a quiet little exhale. “…No, no more mudfights, ‘kay? Let’s go… listen to the radio. Your stories will be on soon.”
Dipstick’s tail suddenly came alive, and he yipped, “Viva le ‘Todos mi Pulgas!’” he exclaimed, in perfect Spanish.
She stared at him, almost terrified for a moment. The pup couldn’t figure out how to eat an Oreo, but he could understand the rapid, Spanish gibberish that spewed from the speakers of her radio. Or, at least he pretended to understand, laughing at the appropriate times…and when the laugh track came on.
“Er, yeah. ‘Volvo de Tortillas me Papayas.’ Whatever. Let’s jus’ ghost already.” Walking along with him, she’d try to straighten out the fur on her chest and arms, but to no avail. It would settle whenever it wanted, but in the meantime she was going to be a walking, spotted poofball.
“Oh good, it’s like, about time you got a bath. You were like, totally starting to stink up the barn!” A shrill and vengeful voice declared. No longer able to milk the ‘haystack trauma’ and ‘hip injury’ when it came to Pongo and Perdita, or the puppies; Jewel was looking for new entertainment.
Entertainment, which would get her decked in her smug little nose if she wasn’t careful.
Aria turned to glare over her shoulder as Jewel passed by, a sickly sweet little smile on the other pup’s face. “Like, Aria, if I didn’t know better, I’d like… totally say that you and Dipstick were like, going out. Wouldn’t it be just horrible if your little Tac-y poo found out?”
Dipstick blinked rapidly, looking over at the slightly smaller femme near his side, “Uh… We’re goin’ out? I thought we were goin’ in… like, int’a the barn.” He reached up and scratched his head in confusion.
“Haha! Wow, what a total dufus! I mean, like, I guess you could like Tac ‘cause he’s all like, geniusy and stuff. But this is just sad! What, does he have a big-“
Aria clapped her paws over Dipstick’s ears, face blank and staring as Jewel proceeded to go on about things puppies should know nothing about. Mispronouncing plenty of it, of course.
Once she was done, Aria let go of the dull puppy’s head, and turned on her paws. ‘Don’t kill her, don’t kill her, Tac’s gonna do somthin’ about it, don’t kill ‘er’ She mentally chanted, storming into the barn and up into the hayloft, a clueless Dipstick following after.
Jewel was surprised, but it soon turned into smugness. Ha. Maybe that little fat fluff ball wasn’t such a tough-girl after all. Her head turned up, the snobby femme walking away with a saucy swagger.
She didn’t turn the corner of the barn when suddenly a pair of paws shot out, armed with a cloth reeking of chloroform. Not a shriek left her before she was knocked unconscious, eyes rolling into the back of her pretty little skull. Slowly being dragged into the shadows, there was no maniacal laughter, or even a chuckle.
This was to settle a dept, and all business.
~
Jewel woke up with a horrible pounding in her head, similar to that of a hangover, though she had only experienced…well, a few of those. Trying to sit up, her attempt to hold a paw to her cheek was a failed one. There was a moment before she realized that she was bound by iron shackles and on a dissecting table of sorts. Above, she could see the menacing gleam of Tac’s crystal eyes.
“Eeeew! You sick-o! Let me go! I am so, totally like, not going to do things with you!”
A single black brow arched slowly, paws lifting to tower their digits, the genius staying silent. He’d let her sweat it out for a few moments while he contemplated what he was doing. Of course, there was no guilt in hurting another pup on the farm, especially not this loudmouth. But there was also the worry that in some shape or form, Aria was manipulating him to do this.
How? He was far smarter than she. There was the idea of subconsciously manipulating him, but he’d like to think that she wasn’t that deep. Ha. No, no, he was doing this because she helped Dipstick, and this was her request.
Clean cut, and to the point. He could give the plump annoyance that much credit.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized that Jewel had already begun to blubber uncontrollably, promising him everything and anything if he just didn’t hurt her face. That was her meal ticket!
“Oh, shut up you little twit.” He replied, voice chilly and unfeeling. “I haven’t even done anything to you. I can only imagine the unnecessary noise you’ll cause once we get started.” Reaching over, he retrieved a syringe from the nearby medical tray. It was filled to the brim with a diabolical looking burnt-orange colored liquid. It bubbled within the cylindrical tube, the plunger barely pushing up, just to make sure there were no air bubbles within the syringe.
No, he wouldn’t kill her. Too much trouble getting rid of the body and all that. But, he would make good on his promise and get revenge for Aria.
No, no, not FOR Aria.
Clearing his throat, he didn’t even give her an explanation, simply shoving the needle into her lower haunch and filling her bloodstream with the unnamed liquid. It was meant to knock her out long enough for him to place her in the middle of the barn, while everyone was asleep.
It was currently 3 in the afternoon.
Perhaps it was a bit early for the injection, but sweet merciful Einstein, he’d have overdosed her just to have the shallow pup shut up.
He inspected the syringe afterwards, noting a bit of blood on it. Ha, he already had blood samples of at least 70 pups, Jewel having been one of the first. Ditzy, and a clutz, a little well placed tac on the ground, and he greedily gathered the DNA.
Ahh, memories of his first few months on the farm.
How he hated them.
Cold eyes gazing down at her, he reached out with a paw, turning her limp head this way and that. “Peh. Malnourished peon.” Leaping down from the wooden stool he had been sitting on, he walked towards his plans sitting in front of them. But first, the pup took out a short-ish list. Rather than make a new one, he had crossed Aria’s name off, as well as Jewel’s.
One because she no longer registered as a threat, and the other was more like a check mark on a to-do list.
~
“Ey…Carlos! Por que? POR QUE!?” Dipstick began to howl mournfully as he sat next to the radio, Aria no where to be found. He was the only one she wouldn’t maim for touching her beloved stereo, and because of that he had galloped over to listen to his morning stories. In fact, Aria had been gone for most of the day… or was it that he had woken up late in the afternoon, and had stayed within the barn?
When the sound of laughter filled his ears, the little dimwit leaped down onto the ladder and crawled quickly. Gravity, of course, would have none of that and he fell flat on his face 5 steps above the ground. It didn’t seem to hurt, and he quickly bound out to see what was all the hullabaloo.
“Hee. Hullabaloo.” He giggled.
There seemed to be a circle of puppies, almost all of them there, whispering and muttering about this stranger who claimed to be Jewel. Of course, that couldn’t possibley be!
Jewel wasn’t in her *8’s and graying!
(*dog years)
Or, was she?
Aria walked around her, a cool and surprisingly calm smirk on her maw, “Aww, Granny, are ya suuure you’re Jewel? I mean, she is th’prettiest pup on the farm. And you’ve…got wrinkles.”
“No. Noooo! Not wrinkles!” The voice that came out of the ancient creature was mournful and whispery; she could keel over at any moment! Her shakey paws lifted to the droopy sides of her jaw, tugging on the loose skin and giving a gruff, pathetic whimper.
Of course, that would be no fun, and it was the only reason Tac had made the rapid-age serum temporary. Nothing traumatized a selfish, shallow female like seeing their older selves, and not liking it. Best of all, she wouldn’t even remember being captured. To Jewel, it was as if she had suddenly woken up this way.
Aria gave a light laugh, “Aaah, okay. I believe you… I mean, it’s totally believable that a normal puppy like Jewel would suddenly age and become a decrepit old spinster. Isn’t it?” She looked about for back up, and when the others gave looks of disbelief, she shrugged. “Eh, the jury rests.”
Revenge. She had learned that it was rather sweet, turning to walk out of the crowd and towards Dipstick. “Y’know, Tac may not be so bad.”
The puppy nodded, “Yuh, yuh, he’s my bestest buddy.” He then suddenly seemed to notice Jewel there, and his arms suddenly flew open before he galloped towards her.
“Gramma!”
“I’MNOTYOURGRANDMA!” She yelled in her dusty voice, only to have an affectionate and clearly confused pup latch onto her face, hugging it.
Aria lowered her lids, rather content with Tac’s work, turning and padding towards ‘her’ haystack. Turning, she saw movement in the corner of her eye, glancing at the slightly larger figure in the shadow of the barn.
Nothing was said… a shared glance which clearly meant their truce was still on. Aria even tilted her head and gave him a nod, before continuing on her way. Yeah, he wasn’t so bad…
Tac simply arched a brow, sinking deeper into the shadows and turning to walk towards his shed. She was off her list, for now. Round after round, they had gone at it and-
He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening a fraction of an inch as his blood ran cold. Tallying the score in his head, he suddenly let out a huff. The most simple of canines could count, and Aria: 2, Tac: 1 clearly meant…
That little trollop had actually beaten him!
Feeling lightly sick to his stomach, he’d eventually brush it off, but still. That was a first, and from now on, he was bound to make sure that it was the last time he was ever bested by someone.
The (real) End!
Jewel's Come'Uppins
Heya sportsfans! I'm afraid I can't elaborate on this story, seein' as how I'm at work and my lunch break is just about over. But, I couldn't just leave you hanging! So, here's the last installment of 'Aria vs. Tac'! I hope you guys enjoy!!!
And, pull up some popcorn. This one's a loooooong one! >:3
Who knew that helping such an idiotic mutt would benefit her so well? She got Tac off her back, she- well, actually, she was wondering if it was a fair trade. While the spotted diabolical genius wasn’t bothering her anymore, she had gained a new annoyance. A new annoyance, with the attention span of a goldfish. No, no, if that goldfish were to get into some sort of car accident, and have mental disabilities coupled with its 5 minute memory, then that would equal the intelligence of her new annoyance.
She bared her teeth within her muzzle, not wanting to show how aggravated she was. Though the fur on the back of her neck rose faintly, it was hardly noticeable with her fur being matted and wet. “No, I don’t want to play right now. I’m sorry Dipstick, but I’m just not in the mood.”
“Aww, c’mon. Tac’s been locked up in his shed all day, n’ stuff, n’ n’ n’... I got no one to play with. Why don’tcha wanna?” He asked her, already cutesy eyes growing into the size of saucers, his lower lip sticking out past his overbite and quivering.
Aria spat out a stream of water, right eye developing a tick, “Well, if ya haven’t noticed, I’m kinda in the middle of a BATH-glubblesblub!” And down she went once more, Nanny muttering to herself for the fat little puppy to stay still while she was scrubbed within the kitchen sink.
It was only a matter of time until she would be caught; having avoided a bath for almost the entire duration of her arrival. Naturally she’d take a dip at the Hiccup Hole, and it wasn’t like she ran into the pigpen randomly and got filthy. Generally, she was a tidy pup, simply from the fact that she was also lazy.
Unfortunately, Dipstick decided that he’d want to have a mud fight with the back of her head. Without any warning to the musical mutt.
“Oh… uh… after?” He yipped hopefully, both drowning Nanny’s muttering out, though Aria was having a harder time. That woman had bony fingers, despite her weight! Nevermind that brush had to be no less than twelve years old, leaving the bristles stone hard and quite unforgiving.
“NO.” Aria snarled, trying to give a bark of annoyance, instead a bubble leaving her lips and floating about. A few moments later and she was rinsed off, dried into a puffball like state, and dumped onto the kitchen floor.
“There y’are, deary. You try and stay out of the mud now… You were due for a bath anyway.” The old pet chuckled, patting Aria on the rump and herding her outside.
Dipstick, who had been watching from the counter jumped down and followed after with a happy little gait. “So, y’wanna have a mudfight?”
Aria’s paw slowly curled into a fist, and she turned, ready to deck the little imbecile. Looking into his carefree and clueless face, however, she felt all the stress leave her body in a quiet little exhale. “…No, no more mudfights, ‘kay? Let’s go… listen to the radio. Your stories will be on soon.”
Dipstick’s tail suddenly came alive, and he yipped, “Viva le ‘Todos mi Pulgas!’” he exclaimed, in perfect Spanish.
She stared at him, almost terrified for a moment. The pup couldn’t figure out how to eat an Oreo, but he could understand the rapid, Spanish gibberish that spewed from the speakers of her radio. Or, at least he pretended to understand, laughing at the appropriate times…and when the laugh track came on.
“Er, yeah. ‘Volvo de Tortillas me Papayas.’ Whatever. Let’s jus’ ghost already.” Walking along with him, she’d try to straighten out the fur on her chest and arms, but to no avail. It would settle whenever it wanted, but in the meantime she was going to be a walking, spotted poofball.
“Oh good, it’s like, about time you got a bath. You were like, totally starting to stink up the barn!” A shrill and vengeful voice declared. No longer able to milk the ‘haystack trauma’ and ‘hip injury’ when it came to Pongo and Perdita, or the puppies; Jewel was looking for new entertainment.
Entertainment, which would get her decked in her smug little nose if she wasn’t careful.
Aria turned to glare over her shoulder as Jewel passed by, a sickly sweet little smile on the other pup’s face. “Like, Aria, if I didn’t know better, I’d like… totally say that you and Dipstick were like, going out. Wouldn’t it be just horrible if your little Tac-y poo found out?”
Dipstick blinked rapidly, looking over at the slightly smaller femme near his side, “Uh… We’re goin’ out? I thought we were goin’ in… like, int’a the barn.” He reached up and scratched his head in confusion.
“Haha! Wow, what a total dufus! I mean, like, I guess you could like Tac ‘cause he’s all like, geniusy and stuff. But this is just sad! What, does he have a big-“
Aria clapped her paws over Dipstick’s ears, face blank and staring as Jewel proceeded to go on about things puppies should know nothing about. Mispronouncing plenty of it, of course.
Once she was done, Aria let go of the dull puppy’s head, and turned on her paws. ‘Don’t kill her, don’t kill her, Tac’s gonna do somthin’ about it, don’t kill ‘er’ She mentally chanted, storming into the barn and up into the hayloft, a clueless Dipstick following after.
Jewel was surprised, but it soon turned into smugness. Ha. Maybe that little fat fluff ball wasn’t such a tough-girl after all. Her head turned up, the snobby femme walking away with a saucy swagger.
She didn’t turn the corner of the barn when suddenly a pair of paws shot out, armed with a cloth reeking of chloroform. Not a shriek left her before she was knocked unconscious, eyes rolling into the back of her pretty little skull. Slowly being dragged into the shadows, there was no maniacal laughter, or even a chuckle.
This was to settle a dept, and all business.
~
Jewel woke up with a horrible pounding in her head, similar to that of a hangover, though she had only experienced…well, a few of those. Trying to sit up, her attempt to hold a paw to her cheek was a failed one. There was a moment before she realized that she was bound by iron shackles and on a dissecting table of sorts. Above, she could see the menacing gleam of Tac’s crystal eyes.
“Eeeew! You sick-o! Let me go! I am so, totally like, not going to do things with you!”
A single black brow arched slowly, paws lifting to tower their digits, the genius staying silent. He’d let her sweat it out for a few moments while he contemplated what he was doing. Of course, there was no guilt in hurting another pup on the farm, especially not this loudmouth. But there was also the worry that in some shape or form, Aria was manipulating him to do this.
How? He was far smarter than she. There was the idea of subconsciously manipulating him, but he’d like to think that she wasn’t that deep. Ha. No, no, he was doing this because she helped Dipstick, and this was her request.
Clean cut, and to the point. He could give the plump annoyance that much credit.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized that Jewel had already begun to blubber uncontrollably, promising him everything and anything if he just didn’t hurt her face. That was her meal ticket!
“Oh, shut up you little twit.” He replied, voice chilly and unfeeling. “I haven’t even done anything to you. I can only imagine the unnecessary noise you’ll cause once we get started.” Reaching over, he retrieved a syringe from the nearby medical tray. It was filled to the brim with a diabolical looking burnt-orange colored liquid. It bubbled within the cylindrical tube, the plunger barely pushing up, just to make sure there were no air bubbles within the syringe.
No, he wouldn’t kill her. Too much trouble getting rid of the body and all that. But, he would make good on his promise and get revenge for Aria.
No, no, not FOR Aria.
Clearing his throat, he didn’t even give her an explanation, simply shoving the needle into her lower haunch and filling her bloodstream with the unnamed liquid. It was meant to knock her out long enough for him to place her in the middle of the barn, while everyone was asleep.
It was currently 3 in the afternoon.
Perhaps it was a bit early for the injection, but sweet merciful Einstein, he’d have overdosed her just to have the shallow pup shut up.
He inspected the syringe afterwards, noting a bit of blood on it. Ha, he already had blood samples of at least 70 pups, Jewel having been one of the first. Ditzy, and a clutz, a little well placed tac on the ground, and he greedily gathered the DNA.
Ahh, memories of his first few months on the farm.
How he hated them.
Cold eyes gazing down at her, he reached out with a paw, turning her limp head this way and that. “Peh. Malnourished peon.” Leaping down from the wooden stool he had been sitting on, he walked towards his plans sitting in front of them. But first, the pup took out a short-ish list. Rather than make a new one, he had crossed Aria’s name off, as well as Jewel’s.
One because she no longer registered as a threat, and the other was more like a check mark on a to-do list.
~
“Ey…Carlos! Por que? POR QUE!?” Dipstick began to howl mournfully as he sat next to the radio, Aria no where to be found. He was the only one she wouldn’t maim for touching her beloved stereo, and because of that he had galloped over to listen to his morning stories. In fact, Aria had been gone for most of the day… or was it that he had woken up late in the afternoon, and had stayed within the barn?
When the sound of laughter filled his ears, the little dimwit leaped down onto the ladder and crawled quickly. Gravity, of course, would have none of that and he fell flat on his face 5 steps above the ground. It didn’t seem to hurt, and he quickly bound out to see what was all the hullabaloo.
“Hee. Hullabaloo.” He giggled.
There seemed to be a circle of puppies, almost all of them there, whispering and muttering about this stranger who claimed to be Jewel. Of course, that couldn’t possibley be!
Jewel wasn’t in her *8’s and graying!
(*dog years)
Or, was she?
Aria walked around her, a cool and surprisingly calm smirk on her maw, “Aww, Granny, are ya suuure you’re Jewel? I mean, she is th’prettiest pup on the farm. And you’ve…got wrinkles.”
“No. Noooo! Not wrinkles!” The voice that came out of the ancient creature was mournful and whispery; she could keel over at any moment! Her shakey paws lifted to the droopy sides of her jaw, tugging on the loose skin and giving a gruff, pathetic whimper.
Of course, that would be no fun, and it was the only reason Tac had made the rapid-age serum temporary. Nothing traumatized a selfish, shallow female like seeing their older selves, and not liking it. Best of all, she wouldn’t even remember being captured. To Jewel, it was as if she had suddenly woken up this way.
Aria gave a light laugh, “Aaah, okay. I believe you… I mean, it’s totally believable that a normal puppy like Jewel would suddenly age and become a decrepit old spinster. Isn’t it?” She looked about for back up, and when the others gave looks of disbelief, she shrugged. “Eh, the jury rests.”
Revenge. She had learned that it was rather sweet, turning to walk out of the crowd and towards Dipstick. “Y’know, Tac may not be so bad.”
The puppy nodded, “Yuh, yuh, he’s my bestest buddy.” He then suddenly seemed to notice Jewel there, and his arms suddenly flew open before he galloped towards her.
“Gramma!”
“I’MNOTYOURGRANDMA!” She yelled in her dusty voice, only to have an affectionate and clearly confused pup latch onto her face, hugging it.
Aria lowered her lids, rather content with Tac’s work, turning and padding towards ‘her’ haystack. Turning, she saw movement in the corner of her eye, glancing at the slightly larger figure in the shadow of the barn.
Nothing was said… a shared glance which clearly meant their truce was still on. Aria even tilted her head and gave him a nod, before continuing on her way. Yeah, he wasn’t so bad…
Tac simply arched a brow, sinking deeper into the shadows and turning to walk towards his shed. She was off her list, for now. Round after round, they had gone at it and-
He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening a fraction of an inch as his blood ran cold. Tallying the score in his head, he suddenly let out a huff. The most simple of canines could count, and Aria: 2, Tac: 1 clearly meant…
That little trollop had actually beaten him!
Feeling lightly sick to his stomach, he’d eventually brush it off, but still. That was a first, and from now on, he was bound to make sure that it was the last time he was ever bested by someone.
The (real) End!