#redshore canine girls

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Also from BurningRhino, here is Porsha Crystal and Suki Lane swapping clothes.

[stinkyhyena9000]

Fair warning, I didn't plan any of this out and I'm probably tired without feeling tired. I also put some angst in here a wee bit because I like reading/writing angst. Anyways enjoy my writing.

Miss Crawly, let's see if we can get us a new green alien.

Yes, sir, Mr. Moon, sir.

Unfortunately now that her car has been returned to the car dealership in less-than-ideal condition, the old lizard realizes that she has to take her second favorite vehicle: the lift. Keys in ignition, she starts her way to the Crystal place. Of course, she doesn't mind the traffic. For a place as busy as Redshore City, they simply must understand to let someone as busy as her pass freely in her lift, even if it meant several near-car accidents. All the while, she enjoys her voyage listening to another one of her favorite songs. That being Deceptacon by Le Tigre [x]. The scaly gal is comparable to a phantom of the night, a dark figure moving across the bright neon of the surrounding area. Harry the Hypnotist on her left, Pawjack on her right, and her path the triumph in the middle... of oncoming traffic. Eventually, she makes her way to home of the Crystals. It is filled with the brim with decorations, and surrounded with a huge gate. It has a spikiness to it similar to that of a certain canine's teeth, along with the green hedges in the front yard also baring resemble to the wolf, although more explicitly, due to them quite literally being cut with his image in mind. Although, much more muscular, with bulging abs and exaggerated biceps. The mansion was also illuminated by a myriad of streetlamps, all of which had a certain style to them that the rest of the lamps in Redshore lacked. Perhaps Mr. Crystal just had a knack for Neapolitan art. She wonders to herself if that's also her favorite ice cream. Alas, the brazen decor viewing would have to wait, as she still has an alien to retrieve. She drives around the fenced off yard to the back of the house, and sees one light illuminated, with a faint whining come from it. That must be her, she thinks. She drives her way over, and starts to raise her lift. With the push of a lever and a little bit of patience, she is now face to face with the window. The poor lass is crying her heart out. She must have ran home crying and never stopped, considering she's still in the same outfit she wore when she first left. Despite her sympathy, Miss Crawly had a job to do. With vigorous ambition, she picks up her speaker, wields it to her mouth, and makes her message clear. "Rise and shine, sweetheart!" At once, the grey wolf jumps up, clearly started, before peering out to the source of the sound. She gets to her feet and, approaching the window, asks for an explanation as to why she was trespassing at her house at sunrise. Miss Crawly declares "You're back in the show darling. You get to play the alien now" "The alien? Why would I want some kinda crummy role like that?" At once, she rushes back to her build, returning to fetal position. Miss Crawly steps out the lift, enters through the window, and slowly crawls her way to Porsha's beside. "Deary" she says, with a unfamiliar tone in her voice, sweet like honey. "We need you in this show, and you even get your own part in it too. We all care about you. In fact, I can stay here for as long as you'd like." She places her scaly hand upon the girl's shoulder, before suddenly retrieving it. She would like to comfort her more, but there's no way shes going to touch snot, no siree. Porsha's brown eyes stare back in reaction, clearly confused. "No, no, you don't mean that. No one ever means that. Daddy never did, and I know he loves me, so why would you?" Her response ends with a new flood of tears coming from her previously soggy eyes, already red with previous weeping. "No one means anything they mean anymore." Miss Crawly lets out a small gasp in surprise, though not enough to let Porsha know. Not knowing how to react, they stand their in silence a little bit, before Porsha utters another statement. "You're not yelling at me? What? But-" Cutting her off, Miss Crawly wraps her arms, placing her chin upon the girls shoulder. Maybe this is worth the snot. This isn't about whether or not Mr. Moon gets that alien anymore. It's about this poor girl seeing that there's really people who care about her. She deserves to know what it feels like to feel loved. "I used to feel the same way, Ms. Crystal. My father, too, was a bit wacko, ha ha." She giggles a little to herself, perhaps to provide some comedic affect to the dreary situation. "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have this glass eye. But you know, I got a new family, with Mr. Moon and-" "Wait, you're dating the koala?" Porsha cuts her off. "HA! No, sorry. He's more of a brother to me if anything. But the point is, family isn't people who don't show you nothing. It's the people who care about you. We care about you Porsha." They sit in silence once more, watching as the sun outside begins to full rise. Maybe it's poetic in some way. The dawn of a new day, the start of a new view on life. The retrieval of a green alien from her bedroom to the stage where she needs to be. But that can wait. ... After a few moments pass, Porsha breaks the silence, stating "I'll do it."

A Funny Request

Can someone write the scene where Ms. Crawly convinces Porsha to come back?