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Corgifox named Chronic - by ilbv

Chronic was doing his chores, like he always did on the weekends. It was raining outside so the yard work would have to wait for another time. Chronic hated waiting but there was nothing he could do about the weather so he would have to just do what he could inside to occupy himself.

One thing Chronic had to do every day was clean up the footprints he left everywhere. His paws were made of goo and left big gobby prints everywhere he walked. AT the end of the day he would lick them up, the goo prints were pink and tasted like Chronic's favorite flavors, so it was never a bad thing to do at the end of a long and boring day.

Sometimes, if he left a print out too long, it dried and became sticky like a marshmallow after its been roasted.

For reasons he himself didn't know, ilbv was inside Chronic's house and he was the size of a paperclip. He didn't was the giant Corgifox to see him, so he tried to be as careful as he could all day long while Chronic cleaned up his cabin.

When Chronic had cleaned out his fireplace he dumped the small pile he had outside and ilbv saw that the front door was still slightly open. "I can run out there and escape!" he thought.

When Chronic went over to the telephone, ilbv made a mad dash for door. Unfortunately, he didn't see that Chronic had turned around to get something and was walking back. Chronic, being so large didn't notice ilbv as he stepped right on him.

ilbv was pressed hard into the floor but because of the gooey substance that was Chronic's foot, he wasn't squished. ilbv was scared of course as the goo covered him. He got some in his mouth and was surprised at the taste of it, but he was a little grossed out so he didn't try anymore.

Chronic had gone back to the phone and ilbv tried to get away but the goo on him was quickly drying and he was becoming as stuck as a mouse in a glue trap.

ilbv struggled as hard as he could but there was no escape. He looked over to where Chronic was and was relieved that he was not spotted.

Chronic himself was too busy to care about anything else but what he wanted right at the present moment. He dialed a number and waited for the line to pick up. "Yes, I want a copy of "Goo It Yourself" Magazine. Now." ilbv listened and heard the person on the other end kind ask Chronic questions to which he promptly replied answers. The person on the other end asked Chronic how soon he'd like his issue and Chronic replied, " I'd like it soon. No rush". Then he hung up.

Turning around he looked at all the paw prints he had left around. So he bent down and began to lick them all up with his tongue.

ilbv saw him doing this and was horrified, but there was nothing he could do. He was stuck helpless as Chronic crawled over to him and with a long hard lick, scooped ilbv into his mouth and swallowed him whole. Chronic smacked his lips and ran his tongue along them. "Hmmm...that one tasted better than usual." Shrugging he continued to lick up his footprints.

ilbv tumbled down the large Corgifox's throat in a gush of pink goo and saliva. He landed in Chronic's stomach and was plastered with more goo and slime. He was trapped and eaten alive. Feeling alone and helpless, he hugged his knees and waited for whatever would happen next.

A few hours later Chronic had finished licking up his prints and slipping on goo-proof shoes, he went over to his phone and called the same person he had hours before. "How's the story, if you even started?" he asked. The person on the other end chuckled shyly, "Not yet I'm afraid, there are a lot of orders before yours, I hope you don't mind."

Chronic's blood began to boil. "Meh." he said. "I'll get it done for you I promise." the person said.

Chronic rolled his eyes, "Yeah, years from now." he paused before adding, "I was hoping you'd have it done tonight so I can read it, but no." He was getting irritated. "You'll get it soon enough." the other person said kindly, but it was evident that their patience was being tested by Chronic's rude behavior.

"Soon as in, never." Chronic muttered. The person on the other end laughed, "I don't believe in never." Chronic gritted his teeth. "I do. And I know you'll never do it." He was really in a bad mood, and clearly wanted to be mean to everyone he encountered.

"Since you're not doing it, leave me alone." and Chronic slammed down the phone.

ilbv had heard all of this and was shocked at how unreasonable this guy was. "Some people just don't get it." he thought. Then he remembered that he was still in danger being inside the stomach of a foul tempered Corgifox.

Chronic slumped in a chair and grumbled about how much he hated not having things he wanted right away.

Suddenly his front door was banged hard and flew open, smashing the locks. A large dark figure stalked into the room. Chronic sat up in an indignant fashion and crossed his arms. "Get out, I don't want you here." he said flatly. The figured stepped into the light and Chronic saw that it was a large Minotaur, rain dripping off his furry shoulders. The Minotaur glared at Chronic and smelled the air. "My name is Garth and I am here to take back my human." Chronic rolled his eyes, "Whatever I don't care, just leave."

Garth snarled and with a huge hand grabbed Chronic around the neck and squeezed tightly. Chronic choked and writhed but Garth lifted him off the ground and slammed his head into the ceiling.

Inside, ilbv was thrust back up Chronic's throat and was coughed out of his mouth, finding himself landed on Garth's nose. "There you are." Garth said firmly. The Minotaur dropped Chronic to the floor and picked ilbv up in two large fingers. "I've been looking for you." he said.

Chronic coughed and Garth threw him a furious look. "Stay the hell away from my friends, you don't actually care about them. I do." Garth tucked ilbv under his tongue and proceeded to beat the living crap out of the ungrateful thing that had the nerve to be alive. With that, Garth gave an angry snort and left the cabin, spitting ilbv out and covering his small human with his large meaty hand and out into the darkness, away from that place and annoying character.

Chronic stood and walked over to his door and slammed it shut and locked it. He tossed his head indignantly and muttered. "Blocked."

And ilbv and Garth lived happily ever after with all of those who actually cared about him.

The End.