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I don't often do a story for an image, at least not as long as this one ended up being (mind you, it still fits on one side of A4; the other one I've done was a proper several chapter piece and basically started my own universe's lore... anyway...)
If you're not sure about the lore behind the Neon City, go and check out 's work and happy exploring! But in the meantime, here's Imogen's experience...
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It wasn't often that Imogen gots overwhelmed by a situation, but this was one of those rarities. She couldn’t quite believe it – this wasn’t just a different city, or a different country, but a different world. The bright lights and overarching cleanliness of the city she found herself in gave her a slight amount of unease but an overwhelming amount of comfort and calmness. Almost as if there was something or someone looking out over the city and making sure it was safe and that its residents would be happy and healthy.
Wandering aimlessly around the city taking in the sights and the sounds, she marvelled at the technical advances that surrounded her; not the dark and dismal sci-fi stories that she knew from home where anything set in the future had a dystopian air to it, but instead all the technology was being used for good. Creatures of all ages, genders, and species walked around, paying her little heed despite the fact that she felt like she stood out like a sore thumb.
The fox found herself in a parkland, noticing as she did so that the closer she got to the beach-like epicentre that people were wearing fewer and fewer clothes. Not averse to the occasional casual nudity herself, Imogen couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t seem unusual here that this was the case – clothed, half-naked, fully naked, it didn’t seem to matter. The idea of being in a public place while not wearing anything tempted her, especially on a day as warm as this, and she started with removing her top. Tentatively and watching around for any shocked faces, she both was and wasn’t surprised when nobody batted an eye lid at the fourteen-year-old bearing her breasts in such a public place.
Encouraged by the indifference shown by those around, she became braver, removing her jeans (definitely not suited for such a hot day), and of course there was no point in putting her shoes back on so left herself barefoot as she strolled closer to the centre of the park. She wasn’t quite ready to take the final step and remove her (stolen from her brother) boxer shorts, although she knew from experience that anybody who was that interested in seeing her wouldn’t have much of a problem when she wore these.
The little hut looked somewhat incongruous in what Imogen now knew was called the Neon City (named for a good reason, she thought). Almost like it was there before – but before what she could not say. It looked almost traditional, something she might find back home. All it needed was a Walls sign outside, and offering Mr Whippy’s with flakes and Calippo’s at an overpriced rate. She looked at the other patrons of the popsicle hut and realised that she was overdressed, so dropped the boxers down her legs feeling the hot but not unpleasantly so air flowing through all her fur, from the tips of her ears to the end of her tail. She perched herself on one of the pastel-coloured mushroom-like seats on front of the bar and was surprised to see that the server was already ready with a popsicle to give to her. They handed it to Imogen with a sly wink, and before the fox could say anything or ask how much it was or anything, the server had gone, seemingly vanishing into thin air.
She looked around, the popsicle in her paw, and saw that everybody else around seemed to be in a state of bliss as they sucked on their own popsicles. The sunshine beat down on her, warm, hot, but not uncomfortably so. A warm breeze lightly blew around her, almost as if it was blowing specifically for her and for her comfort and pleasure.
Imogen opened her mouth and put the popsicle in. The taste was unlike anything she had ever had before, and hit a spot in her she didn’t know existed. She felt transported to yet another world, but no – she was here, enjoying an ice lolly, sitting by an ice cream shack on the side of a lake in what seemed to be the perfect city. Bliss.
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Imogen and story are both mine.