Weekly Writing Segments

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Her sister sighed, "Okay okay, look. One game, that's all I ask. Just one. Please?"

Vanilla yawned, "Fine," She hesitantly raised her tennis racket. "Just please go slow."

"I'll be careful, alright?" Chocolate said before serving once again.

Vanilla reared up and hit the ball, but it slid down the net to the ground, bouncing onto Chocolate's side of the court.

Chocolate sighed and picked up the ball, "Could you hit it a little harder?"

"Okay," Vanilla said with a shrug. Her eyes were almost closed, she wanted this to be over already.

She put her hands on her hips, "Vanilla, you're acting like you've never played a sport at all in your life. Why can't you do this simple thing for me?"

Vanilla whined under breath, "I'm too tired. I feel like I'm gonna pass out."

"Is it really that bad?" Chocolate asked, now feeling concerned.

"Yes," Vanilla said, her stance getting even weaker.

Chocolate studied her for a second before scoffing with a smug smile, "No it isn't." She knew she was probably telling the truth, but she knew what her sister is capable of if given the right encouragement.

"Think fast!" She then threw the ball up and whacked it as hard as she could towards Vanilla.

Both Vanilla and Sugar were shocked. Vanilla dodged the ball while Sugar summoned her sugar dust wings and tried to fly off, but the ball was too fast and it hit Sugar in the side of her face. The fox hit the ground, squirming in shock.

Vanilla gasped, "Sugar! Chocolate, why did you do that?!"

Kicks was on the floor laughing, flailing his little green legs.

Chocolate leaned on her racket still with a smug smile, "You gotta be quicker than that, sis."

"You hurt Sugar!" Vanilla said, looking back at the fox who'd whimper and paw at her muzzle.

"Not my fault, you should've woken up by now, sleepyhead!" She teased, chuckling softly. She knew she was playing dirty, but she had to make this tennis match work somehow.