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Meet Austin the Absol! A ssasy Pokemon that's somewhat vain. He's part cat, part dog, part. . .pony? Either way, he's 100% Absol, which means a total disaster! Enjoy some fun, comedic stories with crazy slapstick as Austin tries to make sense of things that disrupt his peaceful routine. From treadmills to robot vacuums to sidewalk to new beds, how will this Absol ever make it through? Well, maybe with a little help from his Trainer he will. Only one way to find out!
A curved, blue horn peeked its way through the flap of the Poke-door in the front door of the house. The horn lifted up the rubber flap slightly, and the head attached to the horn peeked into the room as well. An Absol looked around the living room with red eyes discerning and cautious. He then sniffed the air a few times, and gave a small mouthed, gentle smile when he found he could neither see nor smell any humans.
Austin trotted happily over to the sofa, wiggled his butt, hopped upwards, turned in mid air, and plopped himself comfortably onto the black leather cushions.
Austin slid a plate of leftover Bitter Burger-Steak Curry into the microwave, closed the door with a flick of his horn, and then reached out with his left forepaw and dialed the appropriate cooking time with a few pokes of one of his claws.
Austin pushed the bathroom door open and stepped out, shaking himself and tossing his head back to show of his pure white fur.
Austin made a flying leap onto the skateboard and thrust his head forward with his right forepaw gallantly raised. He stood proudly with his eyes closed, then opened one eye and frowned when he saw that he wasn’t moving.
Austin raised his right forepaw and stared at the underside of it. He actually took a moment to admire it, proud of his perfectly proportioned paw. He flexed his toes, studying his three, big, pointy blue claws. He clicked his claws together a few times and chuckled proudly, and then gave his paw a loving kiss.
Austin gasped, then pouted, then he shook his head, then raised his left paw and shook it with disapproval, then hopped and spun his entire body around 180 degrees so that he was facing the complete opposite direction, then raised his tail straight up and swung it back and worth, and then finally shook his butt back and forth a few times for good measure.
Austin lay on his side on the sofa. As he stared at the TV, he held his right foreleg up to his face so he could repeatedly lick it up from his joint to the tip of his paw.
Austin blinked as the solution came to him, and he quickly got up from his sitting position and put his nose to the floor. He sniffed up a storm as he turned his body around, raised a forepaw slightly in surprise, and then proceeded to take quick small steps across the wood floor as he followed his nose through the house, his tail wagging with excitement.
The Absol smiled proudly to himself as walked on the slow moving treadmill. Filled with sass and confidence, Austin performed a confident piaffe on the belt. He sassily raised two legs high, then switched to the other two. Front-left and back-right, front-right and back-left, front-left and back-right. Austin stepped in a highly collected and cadenced trot, his hindquarters slightly lowered and the joints in his legs greatly bent. His tail swung back and forth like a pendulum as he piaffed. Eyes closed and a big smile on his face, Austin’s front legs were highly mobile, free, light, and very flexible. Austin had a clear and even rhythm, with a moment of suspension between each of his foot falls.
As the belt finally came to a stop, Austin ceased his piaffing, posed in a stance on his front-right paw and back-left paw. Austin’s right hindleg was bent in such a way that his paw pad was facing upward, while his left front leg was raised up slightly with the claws on his left forepaw wiggling playfully. Austin stuck his nose up into the air and gave his head a toss, slightly moving the tuft of fur that came down on the left side of his head.
Austin proudly stood in that pose for a moment, only for his eyes to blink open when he felt himself begin to slide forward. Confused, Austin put his paws back down and took a few steps backwards. It didn’t take long for Austin to realize that the treadmill was now moving in reverse.
Panting with exertion as he felt his legs being awkwardly pushed to their limit, Austin did the only thing he could think of doing in order to keep his legs from getting tangled up. He took a deep breath, and pushed off with his forelegs and continued to walk backwards on his hind legs. His tail stuck itself out in order to keep the Absol’s body balanced as he took quick backward steps on his rear paws.
Austin whimpered, his lip trembling as he could both feel and see the belt speeding up. He knew he had to do something fast, and thankfully, as he looked down at the forepaws curled up against his chest, an answer came to him. Austin gathered up all his nerve and courage, swallowed the lump in his throat, and then quickly bent his hind legs and jumped straight up. The momentum of the belt sent him forward a few inches, which was what Austin was counting on as he flipped his body forward and extended his right foreleg. Austin stuck the landing, his forepaw falling right on top of the treadmill’s on/off switch.
A curved, blue horn peeked its way through the flap of the Poke-door in the front door of the house. The horn lifted up the rubber flap slightly, and the head attached to the horn peeked into the room as well. An Absol looked around the living room with red eyes discerning and cautious. He then sniffed the air a few times, and gave a small mouthed, gentle smile when he found he could neither see nor smell any humans.
Meet Austin the Absol
Austin trotted happily over to the sofa, wiggled his butt, hopped upwards, turned in mid air, and plopped himself comfortably onto the black leather cushions.
Clever
Austin slid a plate of leftover Bitter Burger-Steak Curry into the microwave, closed the door with a flick of his horn, and then reached out with his left forepaw and dialed the appropriate cooking time with a few pokes of one of his claws.
Beautiful
Austin pushed the bathroom door open and stepped out, shaking himself and tossing his head back to show of his pure white fur.
Slightly cool
Austin made a flying leap onto the skateboard and thrust his head forward with his right forepaw gallantly raised. He stood proudly with his eyes closed, then opened one eye and frowned when he saw that he wasn’t moving.
Somewhat vain
Austin raised his right forepaw and stared at the underside of it. He actually took a moment to admire it, proud of his perfectly proportioned paw. He flexed his toes, studying his three, big, pointy blue claws. He clicked his claws together a few times and chuckled proudly, and then gave his paw a loving kiss.
Sassy
Austin gasped, then pouted, then he shook his head, then raised his left paw and shook it with disapproval, then hopped and spun his entire body around 180 degrees so that he was facing the complete opposite direction, then raised his tail straight up and swung it back and worth, and then finally shook his butt back and forth a few times for good measure.
Part cat
Austin lay on his side on the sofa. As he stared at the TV, he held his right foreleg up to his face so he could repeatedly lick it up from his joint to the tip of his paw.
Part dog
Austin blinked as the solution came to him, and he quickly got up from his sitting position and put his nose to the floor. He sniffed up a storm as he turned his body around, raised a forepaw slightly in surprise, and then proceeded to take quick small steps across the wood floor as he followed his nose through the house, his tail wagging with excitement.
Part. . . . pony?
The Absol smiled proudly to himself as walked on the slow moving treadmill. Filled with sass and confidence, Austin performed a confident piaffe on the belt. He sassily raised two legs high, then switched to the other two. Front-left and back-right, front-right and back-left, front-left and back-right. Austin stepped in a highly collected and cadenced trot, his hindquarters slightly lowered and the joints in his legs greatly bent. His tail swung back and forth like a pendulum as he piaffed. Eyes closed and a big smile on his face, Austin’s front legs were highly mobile, free, light, and very flexible. Austin had a clear and even rhythm, with a moment of suspension between each of his foot falls.
But still 100% Absol. . .
As the belt finally came to a stop, Austin ceased his piaffing, posed in a stance on his front-right paw and back-left paw. Austin’s right hindleg was bent in such a way that his paw pad was facing upward, while his left front leg was raised up slightly with the claws on his left forepaw wiggling playfully. Austin stuck his nose up into the air and gave his head a toss, slightly moving the tuft of fur that came down on the left side of his head.
Austin proudly stood in that pose for a moment, only for his eyes to blink open when he felt himself begin to slide forward. Confused, Austin put his paws back down and took a few steps backwards. It didn’t take long for Austin to realize that the treadmill was now moving in reverse.
. . .A complete disaster!
Panting with exertion as he felt his legs being awkwardly pushed to their limit, Austin did the only thing he could think of doing in order to keep his legs from getting tangled up. He took a deep breath, and pushed off with his forelegs and continued to walk backwards on his hind legs. His tail stuck itself out in order to keep the Absol’s body balanced as he took quick backward steps on his rear paws.
Austin whimpered, his lip trembling as he could both feel and see the belt speeding up. He knew he had to do something fast, and thankfully, as he looked down at the forepaws curled up against his chest, an answer came to him. Austin gathered up all his nerve and courage, swallowed the lump in his throat, and then quickly bent his hind legs and jumped straight up. The momentum of the belt sent him forward a few inches, which was what Austin was counting on as he flipped his body forward and extended his right foreleg. Austin stuck the landing, his forepaw falling right on top of the treadmill’s on/off switch.
Austin the Absol
A Pokemon Short Story Series
Category Story / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Pokemon
Gender Male
Size 120 x 120px
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