You look from the Chronivac to your collection of Saturday Morning Anthro Cartoon Hero’s from the 1980’s. You never stopped playing with them even as you reached your teens. A thought pops into your head as you grin.
You sat your fluffy rump in your chair and got to work on the Chronivac. Your fluffy tail acting as an extra back rest.
You got to work on your own stats. As you type your legs absentmindedly cross themselves in a very girly fashion.
You made your self 8 inches tall. As that was the rough range for most of the action figures. You also changed options of fur to plastic, you even customized your own articulate points on your new action figure body.
Finally done editing you pulled up the stats for your self and hit enter, but an error message poped up.
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WARNING: Error code: 54667
(User) wants to turn self into inanimate object. It is recommended that (User) reads the following:
In inanimate state (User) will NOT have access to the Chronivac unless the following options have been selected:
Mental attachment to Chronivac: (Y/N)
No such precautions: (Y/N)
Should (User) instead select “partial in animation” the following options become available:
Hand held device fitting in subjects hands to fit subjects new form:(Y/N)
No such precautions: (Y/N)
IGNORE
You sit and think for a moment. You almost made a huge mistake, you would loose access to the Chronivac forever and be stuck as an action figure of Sally Squirrel. Then a thought pops into your head as you go through the “partial in animation” options you look over at your action figures and a smile spreads across your puffy cheeks.
What if your toys could play back?
You began to go into the “reality edit” option and selecting “give life to inanimate objects” and hilighting your whole collection of action figures. You got to work customizing there personalities, making them as close to the shows you remember them from as a kid. You also make them all part of one massive team, even though as a kid they each had there own shows.
Once satisfied with partial in animation, you select “Y” on “Hand held device fitting in subjects hands to fit subjects new form.”
Finally ready you pull up both your stats and your anthro action figures stats and hit enter.
First you feel your fur getting harder, the changes have already begun.
Your once soft fur now becomes hard plastic, your muscles become hollow. Your face becomes harder to move, till your mouth freezes in the same smiling expression forever. Your body shrinks down to around 8 inches tall. Grooves form along your elbows, and knees to make them bendable. Swivel joints form on your shoulders, thighs, and, neck.
You fall down onto the ground with the hollow thump of plastic landing on cardboard. You sit up examining your new form.
Your whole body was now plastic, your joints make a slight creaking noise once bent, you could turn your head, legs, tail, and arms 360 degrees around your torso. The only part of you that wasn’t plastic was your white belt, which was now made of a rubbery material and could probably be removed with some effort. You look to your side and see a small hand held plastic device with a working screen. You figured that was probably the Chronivac in its new form and attach it to your belt on a perfectly sized peg that fits into the device.
You stand up wobbleling, not just because of the uneven carpet ground, but also the odd way your legs now bent. Female action figures were always hard to stand on there own without balance, due to small feet, weaker joints, etc. but this was even harder for you since you also had to deal with a giant plastic squirrel tail the size of your body.
Just then a massive black shape lands infront of you. Your carefully kept balance was now thrown off and you land on your back.
You look up and see an orca with ripped blue pants, a pirates hat and eye patch.
“Arrg. And who might you be lass?” The orca asked.
It was Fin Back. An orca pirate from “the Treasure of Cat Island”. He normally served as the series antagonist, but you liked his design so much decided to make him the leader of your Anthro Friends action figure dream team.
You sit up. Your meeting Fin Back in the flesh. Well, more the plastic and paint but still.
Just then a green plastic arrow landed between your legs. You try not to think about how close it came to hitting your crotch.
A black cat in a red Robin Hood outfit jumped down from the same ledge as Fin Back.
“Carful Fin. She could be dangerous.” Said John “Cat Eye” Swain, the greatest cat burglar in all of the known world.
“She smells harmless.” Bear Man piped up emerging from behind your computer table leg. (Has he been down there all there years?) Bear Man was the only one there naked like you. Accept unlike your white belt around your waist. Bear Man has a black rubber ammo belt going diagonally along his body.
“So, what’s your name?” Fin Back asked you.
You were so star struck you almost forgot your self who you where, thankfully you remembered your character and stood up.
“Sally Squirrel.” You say. “Pro hacker, here to help you all in your mission.”
Fin and John looked at one another.
“At least Zara will be happy to know there’s another female to add to the team.” Fin said.
Then, as if summoning her, a yellow streak went across your vision, and standing infront of you glaring was a well built cheetah girl action figure wearing a red leotard with lightning bolts along the sides and red boots. You actually had a crush on Zara for years, and now she was infront of you. Thought your were at least 2 inches taller than her, and had B cups were as she sported less than A’s.
She stared you down for a few minutes criticizing you. You try not to bring up the fact that you had a better figure then her and hope she doesn’t notice.
She does notice.
But pretended not to and turned away crossing her arms on her inferior chest.
She hates you, and you feel bad.
“Aw. Chin up new girl.” Fin Back says comforting you. “Zara hates everyone at first. You sho—“ just then all the toys look up in fear.
“Get Down!” Bear Man shouts, pouncing on you to lower your body as close to the ground as possible.
You look up and watch as your sky scraper of a bedroom door is opened effortlessly.
In to your room marches...