Beginnings

That's Really Sticky

       In order to carry Giblet, Vin was forced to walk on his hind legs.  He is faster on all fours. Through trial and error, he discovered he travels faster on his two legs over Giblet's rolling. 

        After a couple hours of lugging the fluff ball through the forest, Vin plopped Giblet on the ground and panted. 
" Not that I'm complaining.  You're not heavy at all.  *puff puff*  This is .. awkward and cumbersome."   He swiped the back of his hand across his forehead.  "It's also scalding.  I'm sweaty in all my cracks and crevices."

Vin, swiveled his ear to the right, he heard voices. "Eureka! Giblet, we have found friends. Let's go!"

As he grew closer to the chattering voices, the smell of food wafted in his nostrils .
Yes yes!! There better be Ale. I need to charge myself up with the golden refreshment. It's an elixir that rivals no other.

He pushed his way through a patch of dense bushes until he broke into a clearing. A wide smile overtook his face. There were some humans, an elf and raccoon, each stationed behind tables. The tables displayed an array of foods or other curious objects.

Vin jumped up and down in giddiness. This action made Giblet's black pupils bounce around within the white orbs.

He made a beeline for the raccoon's table that held a variety of fruit. The raccoon started whistling the same tune that Giblet was performing. After placing Giblet down, Vin reached up and grabbed for an apple with a deep red coloration.

" Hey! Paws off the merchandise. You gotta pay first! It's two silver for that apple." The raccoon snarled.

"I have to pay? Two silver for one apple is a rip off. How about one silver?"  Vin bartered.

"This is a marketplace, ya nitwit. There ain't any apple trees around these parts. Good luck finding em' anywhere else. It's TWO silver." The raccoon smirked at Vin with his hands on his hips.

"Keep your apple. I'll find something to eat around here at a lower cost." He moseyed over to the elf's table full of loaves of bread. Giblet trailed behind him. Vin scrunched up his nose , he smelled the mold before he saw it.  Specks littered all over the bread. Every loaf was plagued with mold.

"Lady, you need to trash all that bread. With that lovely body of yours, you could sell something much more appealing to the appetite."

The elf tossed a loaf at Vin, he barely dodged it. " Scram weasel! Take your foul self and shit talk elsewhere."
Wow, that's the first time I've heard an elf use a curse word. Quite a turn on coming from her lips.

Disappointment filled Vin, no other table was selling food. Also, nothing remotely smelled like Ale. He found himself standing in front of the table of fruit again.

The raccoon had his eyes trained on Vin, watching his every move.

"You don't happen to have any Ale, do you?"

"No."

Vin visibly deflated. He rummaged in the bag around his waist and pulled out two silver. "I'll have that apple."

         The raccoon snatched the coins out of Vin's palm and replaced it with the apple he had his eye on.   Vin shoved the apple into his little bag, it barely fit inside.   He hoisted Giblet back into his arms. Made a mental note to brainstorm later on how to gain more coins. 

        Traipsing near another seller's table, he spotted a human male playing a harpsichord.   He stood transfixed not by the music, but by the man's extravagant handlebar mustache.

        The mustache admiration was rudely interrupted by Giblet, who released a low baritone note.    Immediately following the sound, Giblet spewed out a thick sticky light green substance in several directions.  The majority of it coated Vin's body while the rest spattered on the ground. 

         Startled by the unexpected expulsion of disgusting fluids, Vin wound up dropping Giblet.   Vin futility wiped at his fur, to no avail. The substance had a sticky syrupy texture, it held on like glue. 

          "Blech.   Ick!   Ughhh!  Giblet!  You slimed me!" Vin wailed.

Giblet switched to music that sounded strikingly like a carnival. Vin wasn't convinced the lively tune portrayed any remorse.

Vin climbed up onto the mustached man's table. He curiously inspected a long item and poked at it.
"What is this?"

Mustache man paused his harp playing. "That is a harmonica. Go ahead. Give it a blow."

Vin's eyes widened into saucers. His body quivered in anticipation and excitement.
" you don't have to tell me twice!"
He pounced at the man's trousers and latched on with hands and paws.

"Get off me! Off!! Ahhh!! You're full of muck!" He beat his hands on the gooey weasel.

Vin was forced to release due to the onslaught of hand slapping.
Way to play with a guy's feelings. Nothing but a tease.
" Oi! Let's go Giblet.  This place is full of cock teasers."

       He picked Giblet up and stormed out of the Marketplace in a huff.