A nice story I wrote for  Lucky-D-raptor1

Another story I heard from one of my friends. So, being me, I took notes on the good night he had.

Tart and Tarz belong to  Lucky-D-raptor1

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Tuckered Tart
By: Phantom Thief
For: Tart

(Ding Dong) The sound of a common doorbell rings as a patient Kobold waits outside a sturdy Ranch-Style house. His name is Tart. his emerald green scales glisten in the moonlight. Circling around his legs his legs were violet purple stripes, as well as polka dots on the back of his tail. He has three gentle toes as well as one hind claw on each foot and four fingers on each hand. A pair of sturdy horns lay at the top of his head, and at the end of his tail held small spikes. Tart wore a crimson red scarf around his neck right next to the wings on his back. He also wore his special goggles above his kind eyes.

As he rung the doorbell a strict voice echoes back from the opposite side of the door. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” Tart stood back as he saw his slightly angered Grovyle friend, Tarz. Her main scales that covered her skin were jade black, yet her underbelly scales emanated a scarlet red. She also had three tapping toes and hind claws as she saw Tart at the door. Tarz says “Come in.” As Tart walks in, he says “Thanks again for letting me stay for tonight Tarz.” She shuts the door behind him. “Yeah, Yeah, just don't break anything alright.” Tart nods as he walks in to see Tarz’s lovely living room. The snow white walls, matching rug, the immense TV and a black leather sofa next to a matching recliner. “And don't sit in my chair!” Tarz says as she pointed at the recliner. Tart nods and sits down on the sofa instead. Tarz sits in her chair as they both watch TV.




The TV was turned to the newest game show. Universal Examination. The extremely monotonous host says on the show, “And now for our final question. what is the distance from our very planet Earth to the surface of the Sun?” Tarz crosses her arms as she says “Pff, easy ninety two point ninety six mill- miles.” Tart’s eyes widen as he says “What! You can't just pull that out of the top of your-” He was interrupted by the answer which was Ninety two point ninety six million miles. Tart’s jaw drops to the floor. Tarz smiles mischievously, “I have a thing for numbers.” As Tart wipes his eyes, he says. “Can I use your sink to wash my face.” “Sure, down the hall, first door on the left, and I’ll be in my room for a minute.” Tart nods and walks down the hall to the first door on the left.

The moment he closes the door, Tarz pushes the recliner lever forward then back. Her relincer then falls back as a trap door opens behind her. She then falls into the trap door leading down to a secret lab. She sticks the landing as she says. “Man that never gets old.” She then proceeds to an immense computer terminal. Meanwhile Tart was just finished washing his face. He says to himself. “How on Earth could Tarz know that answer. She'd have to be a rocket scientist! (Sigh) It's fine, maybe she got lucky.” He then walks back to the living room and unknowingly sits on her recliner. He then pushes the lever forward but nothing happened. “Whoops, wrong way. Hehe” He then pulls the lever back. The chair repeats its previous action and flings Tart backwards into the trap door. “WOAH WAHH!” Tart shouts as he falls downwards into the lab and lands face first into the metallic floor. “OWW!”

Tart raises himself back up slowly after the fall “Woah. What happened?” He eyes widen in awe as he looks at the great machinery in every direction. He then latches his hands onto his head. “WHAT! WHERE AM I! TARZ!” He shouts. Tarz turns around from her computer terminal to see the fearful Tart. “(Sigh) I told you NOT to sit in my chair!” She shouts. Tarz then stomps over to Tart and continues. “This is MY lab, which no one is supposed to see!” Tart sweats as he becomes even more frightened and backs away from Tarz. “Uhh. Well. Ya see.” Tart then bumps his tail into heavy machinery. It topples over with a loud (Crash!) Tarz grabs Tart by his scarf and pulls his head to hers while saying. “That cost me a ton, and now its coming out of you! I’m going to make you into a rug by the time I’m done with you!” Tart’s eyes widen as he screams. “W-What!”

Later that evening Tart is sitting on the floor in front of Tarz’s chair. Tarz was using Tarts very head as a footstool. She exposes her soft sole and says mischievously “I hope you've learned your lesson.” She then gently wiggles her displayed toes. Tart blushes slightly and was actually enjoying himself in the situation he was in. Tarz saw the blush and blushes herself. She then wraps her feet around Tart’s face. Tart’s blush increases as he freezes upon impact. For the rest of the night, in order to repay Tarz back, Tart had to serve Tarz and her plush scaley feet. As the sun graciously rose the next day, the tuckered Tart leaves out of Tarz’s home, while Tarz was at her doorway gently blushing due to the adventures they had last night. She lets out a sigh of relief and shuts the door.

The End