I think I submitted this before, I might be mistaken. Anyway…
Kurt and Beast, a malfunctioning electric razor/pet-groomer, and the amusing/embarassing results of the latter encountered by the former two.
[Yeah, you did as anon, and since you’re so insistent, I guess this is today’s instant story]
Shaving was a problem for the naturally hirsute. The trimming products usually designed for people did not take into account things like, say, embarrassing bald patches. And trimer kits did little for the stubble.
Pet trimmers, on the other hand, sculpted fur and could do things to rough underhair without disturbing the finer, everyday coat.
Usually.
Ororo found Hand and Kurt in the kitchen, each with a gargantuan desert and bandages in odd places. Some showed traces of blood.
“What happened to you two?” she asked.
“Remember I said the third socket from the left is possessed?” said Kurt.
“…yeah?”
“You really should look into it.”
Hank surfaced from a mouthful of cream. “I have never seen a trimmer physically attack someone. Before today.”
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