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Who is Scooter

Recently, I asked Zikid to draw Scooter, one of my characters and a prominent Zaftig City resident. He recently finished and here it is. I'm sure you agree he did a wonderful job.

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Story out of Spindizzy

Here's a story I wrote that demonstrates one of the unique services that Spindizzy has to offer.

Fat Furs Wash

(Or How the Superfatties Keep Clean)

Zaftig City is a remarkable place, especially if like me you're a 600 lb (and just over 6 foot heightwise) fox. Fatties are in the majority here, so there's no one taunting you saying things like "Where's the sidewhow?" and "Hey Fattyfox!". It's the only place I know where you can walk (or waddle, as I do) down the street and not only be accepted for your size, but also have a sense of pride about it.

Because Zaftig City is a place built BY fatties FOR fatties, it has some unique services that cater to the unique needs of superplumps like myself. One of them is a rather unique bathing service. We fatties have a hard time keeping ourselves clean. (I wish to state for the record that we fat furs don't sweat all that much but our thick coats do tend to be excellent dirt magnets). We can either have our roommates (or feeders) help us out, use specially made brushes, or use Zaftig City's famous fat furs washes.

I'd heard about these washes-gauntlets that use jets of water and soap and rotating brushes to clean the dirt from you. I'd never tried one though my friends were all encouraging me to give one a try.

"It's sweet man!" said one.

"You'll love it! It's the best thing in all the world." said another.

Still, I didn't go. Until that is I came home from work one day. My bear roommate (He's not as portly as me, but at 400 lbs and adding on more all the time he's getting there) took a whiff. "I hate to say this, dude, but you need a bath."

"I took a bath last week." I said. "Are you sure?"

"Dude, trust me." he nodded.

"All right." I sighed. "I'll bathe tonight."

"I know you try your best to keep clean, but why not give those fat furs washes a try? I hear they're more thorough than you could ever hope to be."

"Might as well." I shrugged. "Besides, all my friends have been on my case to give them a try anyway. I'll stop by later today."

An hour later, I found myself at Wide Guys, a fat furs wash within easy waddling distance from my house. Entering the reception area, I was greeted by a pretty (and very buxom) vixen. "Welcome to Wide Guys. Is this your first time?" she murred.

"Yes, so I'd like your standard wash job please." I nodded.

"Very well. This way sir." She led me to a very comfortable waiting room. The room was paneled in brown, with soft, relaxing music wafted from overhead speakers. All around the room there were well padded benches where furs could sit while undressed. In front of us there was an archway leading to the bathing area with a continuously moving conveyor belt in the floor, drawing furs in. From time to time, a big fur would waddle over, step on the conveyor belt and be carried into the bathing area.

The vixen gestured to the archway. "Just step on the conveyor belt when ready sir."

I waddled over and stopped just short of the conveyor belt. Turning around, I gave the vixen a questioning look. "Don't worry sir!" She smiled sweetly. "It's perfectly safe and it feels very good! I've been through it dozens of times."

I turned back 'round, and, with a "what the heck" shrug, stepped on to the conveyor belt, trying to brace myself for whatever lay ahead.

It wasn't long before the conveyor belt brought me under a series of arches that sprayed water on me, soaking me thoroughly. YIKES! THE WATER WAS HOT!! But I did love it, finding the hot water relaxing and invigorating. I smiled, thinking to my self that this wasn’t so bad after all.

My journey continued. This time some nozzles located in the ceiling opened, spraying me with shampoo. At the same time, I was led through a gauntlet of giant rotating brushes that worked on me from belly to flanks to butt to brush, working the shampoo into my soft thick fur. I enjoyed this immensely. Not only was I becoming clean, but my blubbery pelt was also receiving a nice massage as well!

I SO wanted this massage bit to continue, and continue it did during the 'rinse cycle'. The conveyor belt brought me under more nozzles that sprayed water on me. As before, a gauntlet of giant rotating brushes worked on me, working with the water to rinse every bit of shampoo out of my fur.

As you might have guessed, I was zoned by now. The massaging the brushes had given me had sent me into Nirvana. That's why it was such a shock when the conveyor took me through the ‘drying cycle’, blasting me all over with warm, dry air. Yeow! It's true that damp fur doesn't smell all that good and collects dirt like the Dickens, but what a wakeup call!

The conveyor belt deposited me in a lighted waiting room. Like thie first, this had wood paneling on the walls and soft musak wafting from overhead speakers. Furs sat here and there on super strong, well padded benches putting on fresh clean clothing.filled with furs putting on fresh changes of clothing and preparing to go out into the world. I yawned and stretched, feeling clean and refreshed. A powerfully built rat ambled up to me. "How about a good grooming sir?" he growled.

I nodded and was led to another room that reminded me strongly of a doctor's examination room. A large padded table stood in the center of the room, while off to the side there was a work table with several drawers underneath. The rat went over to one of drawers, opened it and took out a jar filled with a sanitary solution. From this jar, he withdrew a white lacquer curry comb. "Are you ready sir?" he murred.

I smiled, nodding. This was going to be good. He began working on my pelt, giving my supple flesh a good massage as he did so. Closing my eyes, my mind began to drift. I was taken back to the time when I was a small cub. My mother used to groom me on the nights when I couldn't sleep, and it would only take a few minutes of her *yawn* ministrations before.....*yawn*....I was........sound....asl...........

"Sir? Sir! Wake up!"

"Huh? Ugh!" I opened my eyes, shaking my head to clean out the cobwebs. "Oh dear.”

The burly rat smiled and gave my flanks a pat. "Don't worry sir. It happens more times than you think."

"Why am I not surprised?" I smiled sheepishly.

I paid the bill and walked out into the dying sunlight. Feeling not only clean but totally relaxed. I now knew why my friends had spoken so highly of the fat furs washes. Suddenly a growling noise brought me out of my reverie. Oh geez, I forgot! I hadn’t eaten yet! Oh well, that was easily solved. The Bouncing Belly, a nice family eatery, was just a few doors down. Billy Bob, a huge rabbit who owned the place, always kept a table open for me. Smiling, I waddled off in that direction. I drooled as I thought of the cullinary delights Billy Bob always had in store for me.

Hi there!

Hi guys and gals, Sergei here. I thank you for helping make Zaftig City a great place to play in. Unfortunately, I seem to be the one who does most of the RPing. Remember folks, this is not MY place it's YOURS-your ideas drive this place. Does anyone have any ideas on how to encourage more people to RP in Zaftig City and make it a lively place once more?

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