{"sf1_id":1912563,"sf2_id":"7ejxWXBn","title":"Garden of Greens (Anthology)","author":"PapaDelta","words":12412,"posted_at":"2022-10-27T22:38:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Ambiguous Species","Angst","Anthro","Anthropomorphic","Athletic","Bear","Bed","Bedroom","Bird","Breastfeeding","Breasts","Breeding","Canid","Canine","Claws","Clean","Comedy","Consensual","Contemporary","Couple","Cow","Cuddling","Cunnilingus","Dragon","Drama","Fear","Feline","Fox","Grizzly","Hospital","House","Lactation","Love","M/F","Mild Abuse","Modern","Paws","Polar Bear","Pool","Porcupine","Reindeer","Relationships","Roleplay","Romance","Sad","Second Person","Semi Consensual","Straight","Suspense","Swimming Pool","Tiger","Tribal","Various Species","Vixen","Vulpine","War","Wolf","Wolfess"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1912563-garden-of-greens-anthology","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejxWXBn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c1/0e/c10e648d-70d2-4ca0-a324-13a63bbf3021","description":"Hello, this is a collection of shorter greentexts I've written over the past year or so, I've finally decided to upload them to repositories for safekeeping. These stories range anywhere from a couple hundred to a couple thousand words and cover a wide range of topics and tones, though the content is nothing out of the ordinary compared to my other longer stories. Tags apply to the entire collection. Looking for something specific from a tag? The title of the work or CTRL+F should help you find it. This repository will be gradually updated as I make new ones.\nSF: To keep things simple I'm putting each individual story on one page.","content":"Bear Scars\n\nA Grizzly girl gets a few new scars and her boyfriend tries to comfort her.\n\n~1000 words\n\n\\\u003e\"Well I think they're cute.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"They are not cute.\" The bear insists, holding up a book to hide her face\n\n\\\u003e\"I mean you were cute before, but now you're at least twice as cute. You're my cuddly wittle teddy bear.\" You say with a saccharine tone.\n\n\\\u003e\"I am not a teddy bear.\" She says with rising aggravation. \"I am a big, mean, vicious, grizzly woman with claws a foot long and a boyfriend who's about to get some red marks if he doesn't shut up.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe briefly lowers the book to give you a mean glare and a low growl to emphasize her point\n\n\\\u003e\"You're totally right Maddy, my bad. You're a big, mean, vicious teddy bear with a few new beauty marks.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou walk around and kneel beside the couch, placing a finger on the top of her book while putting the slightest amount of downward pressure. She keeps the book in place for a short moment, but soon relents and allows it to lower.\n\n\\\u003eYou stare into her emerald green eyes as they reveal themselves, admiring how her beauty managed to effortlessly shine through the annoyed look she was giving you\n\n\\\u003e\"And Maddy, you're also the bravest, strongest, most caring girlfriend a guy like me could ever ask for.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou're relieved to see her expression soften\n\n\\\u003e\"I guess you should consider yourself lucky, because if I wasn't the bravest, strongest, most protective girlfriend a guy like you could ask for you might have been robbed and kidnapped and, and, and who knows what else by that orange and black striped bitch!\" She exclaims.\n\n\\\u003e\"And you have no idea how glad I am you were there to stop her Maddy. A few seconds later and she might have had me penniless, naked, and smelling of catnip and kitty litter.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Seriously anon! Walking into that alleyway all alone? What were you thinking doing something so stupid around a part of town like that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I already told you, I thought I heard a kitten mewling around the garbage cans so I went to check it out, maybe save it if it was a stray. By the time I realized that the sound wasn't coming from a mewling kitten but a malicious tigress she was already behind me with her fangs out and maw drooling.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I bet that wasn't the only part of her that was drooling.\" Maddy says with a tinge of disgust. \"You couldn't tell, but the...signs...of what she wanted to do with you were in the air. Fucking bitch...\" She mutters under her breath\n\n\\\u003e\"Well on the bright side her little plan wasn't able to be carried out due to the appearance of a certain heroic fuzzy lady. A fuzzy lady with a mean growl and imposing figure.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't think she found me that imposing Anon.\" Maddy admits softly.\n\n\\\u003e\"Of course she did! If she didn't then she would've put up more of a fight. One single swipe from you and she was running for the hills with her tail between her legs. Literally!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ya, but not before she gave me these.\" She points to the scars around her eye.\n\n\\\u003e\"She got one lucky strike in, we can't dodge every blow that comes our way Maddy. If we could have switched places I would have taken those scars for you without hesitation.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe shoots you a knowing look before stating the obvious\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, if you took that swipe from her I don't think you would have much of a face left.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou lower your voice and take on a faux serious tone\n\n\\\u003e\"Now Maddy, be honest with me here, do you think that would have been an improvement over my current mug? Given my current litany of facial deformities and all?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe suppresses her laughter for a split second before letting loose a mad chuckle, you can't help but laugh with her\n\n\\\u003e\"Humans are so strange! A few speckled dots on your face is a deformity, but my big jagged scars are cute? Ha! Go ahead and tell me another joke Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe laughter simmers down and you once again stare into her shining emerald eyes\n\n\\\u003e\"Maddy, I wasn't joking about your scars. You may think they're ugly, but what I see is a proof of a caring girlfriend. Proof of a woman who'll do anything to protect what she loves.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe turns away and waves a hand dismissively\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh you're just saying that to be nice Anon, no need to sugar coat it. The doctors said the wounds were too deep, that the fur can't grow back. They'll be there forever whether I like it or not. I had such a nice coat too, always got compliments on my volume and coloration when I was a cub. Now it's been irreversibly marred by that tiger slut. Maybe I could, I don't know, brush my fur so it cove-\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's stopped by a moist sensation on the side of her muzzle, the warm feeling of a kiss from you\n\n\\\u003eWith Maddy unsure how to respond to the sudden display of affection you place a hand gently on her muzzle and point it towards you\n\n\\\u003e\"Maddy, baby, I already told you. They're cute.\" You softly implore. \"Marks of distinction, badges of honor, nothing to be ashamed of, or try to hide.\"\n\n\\\u003eA delicate smile slowly comes across her thin black lips\n\n\\\u003e\"You really think that?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly shake your head up and down before speaking again\n\n\\\u003e\"Would it help you feel better if I kissed you where it hurts?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"mmhmm\" She responds before a claw towards one of the marks by her eye\n\n\\\u003eYou lean forward and place a tender peck on the scar\n\n\\\u003eShe points to another one and you repeat the process until you've displayed your affection for all of her battle scars\n\n\\\u003eFinally, she points to her lips\n\n\\\u003eKnowing what this means the two of you lock mouths together and share a kiss that would turn into a night of passion\n\n\\\u003eAnd no matter what she would say, you still think they're cute\n\nDoting Cow Wife\n\nA guy breaks his arm and his cow wife insists he drink her milk to ensure he has strong bones.\n\n~700 words\n\n\\\u003eHave a doting cow wife\n\n\\\u003eBreak an arm after slipping on a suspiciously placed banana peel and falling down some steps\n\n\\\u003eYour cow wife now INSISTS you drink her milk so you have strong bones and never have to wear a cast again\n\n\\\u003eArtificially induces lactation and starts milking herself when you aren't around\n\n\\\u003eEvery breakfast is either cereal that's a few bits sugary pieces floating in a pool of milk or some very soupy peaches and cream oatmeal\n\n\\\u003eDessert is always homemade ice cream\n\n\\\u003eYour coffee is always mixed with steamed milk instead of creamer\n\n\\\u003eYou appreciate the lengths your wife is going through to try and support you, but you're seriously getting tired of half your diet consisting of dairy products\n\n\\\u003eSeriously how does she produce that much milk? Her breasts aren't \"that\" big for a cow anthro\n\n\\\u003eOne morning you decide to make your own coffee and use creamer, then make your own cereal with only a reasonable amount of store bought milk\n\n\\\u003eShe enters the kitchen and her eyes go wide in shock as she spots the creamer and milk jug still on the table\n\n\\\u003e\"H-honey? Is something wrong? Is the fridge out of my milk? I swear I added another gallon just yesterday.\" The nervousness in her voice is barely hidden\n\n\\\u003e\"No dear, just felt like making my own breakfast today\"\n\n\\\u003eShe moves in closer, the tone of her voice still anxious\n\n\\\u003e\"Was there something wrong with my milk love? Do...do you not like it?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou look into those pleading green eyes of hers\n\n\\\u003e\"No, dear. Just felt like having something different today.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou go back to eating your cereal\n\n\\\u003eYou hear her rummage around the medicine cabinet and quietly (or at least as quietly as an anthro with hooves for feet could be) walk back to you\n\n\\\u003eShe wordlessly drops two pills, one white and one blue, into your coffee and takes a seat at the table\n\n\\\u003eYou look to her with a confused expresion\n\n\\\u003e\"Honey? what were those for?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"They're just calcium supplements. The store bought stuff has less nutritional value than the milk I produce so I thought you should take them\" She states casually\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, okay.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou take a sip of your coffee and-\n\n\\\u003eYour consciousness groggily returns to you\n\n\\\u003eYou feel surrounded by warmth\n\n\\\u003eAnd fur\n\n\\\u003eWeakly turning your head around you see you're in the bedroom and laying on your wife's naked lap, the only light in the room coming from a dying sun\n\n\\\u003eShe's holding your back up with one arm and rubbing your thigh with the other, the only sound in the room being your steady breathing and a pleasant tune hummed by her\n\n\\\u003eLooking upward her eyes are closed and a self-satisfied smile graces her lips\n\n\\\u003eThe breast closest to your head dribbles with milk\n\n\\\u003eSensing you waking, she stops humming and opens her eyes, gaze now turned to you\n\n\\\u003e\"All done sleepyhead?\" She coos\n\n\\\u003e\"...What?\"\n\n\\\u003eHer smile grows a little wider\n\n\\\u003e\"After breakfast we decided to get a little frisky. It seems you overexerted yourself and passed out so I've been nursing you back to health in more ways than one the entire afternoon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I don't remember any of it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I did say you passed out, must have lost some of your memory too. And I can't say I blame you, I never knew humans could go for 8 rounds without any breaks. At least on the bright side I won't have to take any of those damn lactation drugs anymore.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Geez anon, eight rounds without any protection and you probably got me super preggers.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I thought you said you were on birth control?!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, did I forget to tell you? There are nasty side effects if you take the lactation drugs and birth control at the same time. I stopped taking it when you broke your arm all those months ago.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh man...\"\n\n\\\u003eYour head drops into her elbow as you try to process the news\n\n\\\u003eHer gaze lowers from you and onto her belly\n\n\\\u003e\"So, hubby, did you have any names in mind for our calves?\"\n\nHoney Bear\n\nA guy comforts his bear gf during a thunderstorm.\n\n~300 words\n\n\\\u003etfw you'll never sit next to your bear wife on the couch, a heavy blanket draped over the two of you as the freezing rain outside batters your windows and thunder booms off in the distance\n\n\\\u003eIn front of you is a cackling fire hastily assembled when the power went out an hour ago\n\n\\\u003eYou dip a spoon into the jar of honey tucked between your legs and retrieve a spoonful of the golden liquid\n\n\\\u003eYou bring it up to your mouth and savor the natural sweetness of the stuff, no wonder she buys it in bulk\n\n\\\u003eThe spoon goes back into the jar but this time you move it to the waiting lips of your ursine wife\n\n\\\u003eShe leans forward and takes the spoon into her mouth, when her head is pulled back not a trace of the honey remained, an impish smile and lick of the lips indicating her satisfaction\n\n\\\u003eOne for you, one for her, one for you, one for her\n\n\\\u003eA deafening clap of thunder rumbles through the house while a bolt of lightning strikes dangerously close briefly lighting up the darkened room\n\n\\\u003eHer rounded ears flatten against her head while her powerful arms wrap around you in a protective reflex pushing your back against her plushy chest\n\n\\\u003eHer grip around your rib cage isn't quite bone crushing but the claws digging into your sides do make you wince\n\n\\\u003eThrough compressed lungs you manage a soft chuckle and rub the muzzle now sitting on your shoulder\n\n\\\u003e\"Heh, don't worry baby bear, I'll keep you safe\" You say half jokingly\n\n\\\u003eYou can't see it, but you can tell there's a smile gracing the muzzle now being aggressively rubbed onto the side of your head\n\nMrs. Claws\n\nA suspicious polar bear anthro shows up outside a guys window and claims to want to show him some Christmas cheer. I'm not apologizing for the incredibly stupid coke joke.\n\n~1500 words\n\n\\\u003eAnon it's me! Santa's wife! Mrs. claws! You should let me in!\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eGet it? Claws? Ha ha...\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eOh come on, I have some presents he forgot to give you on christmas. Just let me in and I'll give them to you! That one thing you really wanted is in a bag right next to me.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eYou don't even have to let me in, just crack open the window and I'll hand them to you. I wouldn't want to let a draft into your house, I know how easily you humans get cold haha.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003eDude come on, it's impolite to keep a guest waiting outside like this. I'm freezing out here! Okay, not really, but it is really cold and getting dark. You should let me in before a yeti or something tries to eat me.\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003e\\*CRASH\\*\n\n\\\u003eOh no! It looks like one of those gosh darn reindeer just threw a rock into your window and snow is coming in! Don't worry anon I'm coming through the window right now! Just hold on for a few more seconds and I'll save you from freezing to death! Just snuggle up and we can share our body warmth, we might be able to survive the night if we stick together.\n\n\\\u003eYou watch in terror as the big burly bear woman tumbles through your window, her limbs and claws a blur as she lands on her belly\n\n\\\u003eOne question races through your mind as you see her slowly get up and brush some broken glass off of her bone white fur\n\n\\\u003eWho was this woman and why did she want to cuddle you against your will so fucking badly?\n\n\\\u003eAfter brushing the last of the glass off of her coat she looks up to meet your gaze, pitch black eyes staring right through you\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, you're already shivering! Just come over here so I can warm your furless little body up!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe holds her arms out inviting you to a hug\n\n\\\u003e\"Ah!\" You girlishly scream before shutting the door and bolting into the hallway\n\n\\\u003eYou hear her muffled shout through the closed door\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon! You're clearly suffering from hypothermia and not thinking straight! Just let me help you!\"\n\n\\\u003eNot thinking straight? Hypothermia? You're pretty sure the piping hot adrenaline filled blood pumping through your veins was a good indicator that you weren't freezing to death\n\n\\\u003eAs you run through the hallway you turn your head behind you to see her furry white muzzle poking through a slowly opening door\n\n\\\u003eAnon you idiot! Why didn't you lock it!?\n\n\\\u003eMaybe if you can just get to the...Yes! That was it! That's how you were going to get rid of her!\n\n\\\u003eYou sprint to the kitchen and open your fridge, looking for a particular brand of soda\n\n\\\u003eGrape soda? No. Orange? No. Ginger ale? No! Why the hell is your fridge so damned disorganized?!\n\n\\\u003eYour eyes finally spot a bright red can in the back of the fridge practically hidden amongst all the other food items\n\n\\\u003eYou reach your arm all the way back and finally grab the ice cold beverage\n\n\\\u003eJust in time to see the bear woman hurtling towards you down the hall\n\n\\\u003eYou rush to the front door and begin unlocking it, a frigid blast of cold air and snow enters your house the second you open your house to the elements\n\n\\\u003eThe bear woman finally reaches your location and stops a few steps from you, the incredibly worried look on her face laying bare a deep concern about your well being\n\n\\\u003eShe puts a pleading paw out\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon please! Don't go out there! You'll freeze to death in seconds! You have so much to live for!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hold the red can of coke out in front of you\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey! Polar bear lady! You like coke right? Well go get some!\" You throw the can out into the white blanket outside your house\n\n\\\u003eYou eagerly wait in anticipation for your bait to work. After all, if there was one thing coca cola commercials taught you it was that the sugar filled beverage was irresistible to polar bears\n\n\\\u003eIf they didn't like it then why were polar bear anthros on so many advertisements for it?!\n\n\\\u003eThe worried look on the bear woman's face turns to annoyance as she crosses her arms\n\n\\\u003e\"You actually thought that would work, didn't you?\" She sternly inquires.\n\n\\\u003eShit.\n\n\\\u003e\"No...\" You sheepishly lie\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes you did.\"\n\n\\\u003eNo point arguing now\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay. I did. Now what? You gonna eat me? Steal my stuff? Torture me? Why the hell did you break into my house lady?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I just wanted to keep you warm.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Keep me warm? Why would I need help keeping warm when I live in a house with a working furn-\"\n\n\\\u003eThe lights in your house flicker and die, you and the bear now only lit by the dim blue light coming through your windows\n\n\\\u003e\"That's why you little hairless ape. Blizzard coming through tonight and I knew you would lose power eventually. Couldn't let my new husband freeze to death now could I?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou blink in disbelief before responding\n\n\\\u003e\"Your new what?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe takes a few steps closer to you, eventually moving between you and the open doorway\n\n\\\u003e\"I said...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe slams the door shut, the cold winds outside now replaced with her warm breath as she leans in closer to you\n\n\\\u003e\"...my new husband. I'm the only one of my litter that hasn't yet taken a mate.\"\n\n\\\u003eThat just makes the situation even more confusing!\n\n\\\u003e\"So? You can't just break into someone's house and claim some dude as your own! That's illegal!...Right?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe laughs\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh anon! Didn't you know that polar bears are on the endangered anthro list? The law gives me special privileges that make it easier to bring more cuddly squirming little cubs into the world. Including the ability to take a mate practically whenever I want, however I want, with whoever I want.\" She smugly states.\n\n\\\u003eGuess this is what you get for moving to a country with a mostly anthro population, damn laws always giving the furred kind special treatment\n\n\\\u003eShe moves in front of you and smushes your head into her chest, her soft white fur does a surprisingly good job of taking your mind off of the whole breaking and entering and forced marriage situation\n\n\\\u003eYou can feel her paws on your back holding you tight against her, long claws scraping your back as she occasionally shifts her grip\n\n\\\u003eYou feel the warm air exiting her nose as she brings her muzzle right next to your ear\n\n\\\u003e\"Feel warm anon?\" She whispers\n\n\\\u003eYou nod your head up and down against her chest, no point resisting now\n\n\\\u003e\"Good, good\", she coos, \"now show me where your bed is so we can share body heat for the rest of tonight. Can you do that for me?\"\n\n\\\u003eOnce again you shake your head\n\n\\\u003eShe tenderly releases you from her embrace and sticks a paw out, clearly wanting you to guide her\n\n\\\u003eYou take her sizable paw and obediently lead her to your bedroom, as you move through the house it becomes clear that with the power out the temperature is dropping rapidly, hell you're already starting to see your breath with every exhale\n\n\\\u003eWhen you open the door to the bedroom she releases her grip and walks ahead of you towards the bed, tearing off the covers and climbing onto the mattress\n\n\\\u003eYou look on as she squirms around on your sheets, eventually finding a position that agreed with her large soft body\n\n\\\u003eLaying on her side she motions for you to come closer with a clawed finger\n\n\\\u003eYou step to the edge of the bed but stop hesitantly\n\n\\\u003eIf you get on that bed there's no turning back, soon she'll pound your pelvis to dust, scent mark you, maybe even give you a few love bites to make it clear as day you've been claimed by a fearsome and protective ursine\n\n\\\u003eSeeing your hesitation she pats the space in front of her inviting you to lay down\n\n\\\u003eWell, you are pretty cold, she is pretty warm, and who are you to actively harm the chances of polar bear anthros getting off the endangered anthro list?\n\n\\\u003eYou climb onto the bed and lay down on the space she indicated, you turn your head to her\n\n\\\u003e\"Well I guess this is the part where we-\"\n\n\\\u003eShe cuts you off\n\n\\\u003e\"Sleep, it's been a long day and I'm tired after chasing you through the house. We can get to the fun stuff tomorrow, my new mate.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches an arm over you and squeezes her furry body up and over yours, practically covering you with a svelte blanket of bear warmth\n\n\\\u003eYa, there was no way in hell you were going to freeze to death tonight\n\n\\\u003eFully resigned to your new fate, you settle in for a long sleep\n\nBoxing Tiger\n\nA human boxer finally meets his match.\n\n~300 words\n\n\\\u003eHuman keeps winning fight after fight\n\n\\\u003eNot because he's actually beating the anthro, but because none of his anthro opponents want to be known as \"That girl who beat up a defenseless little humie on live television\"\n\n\\\u003eTime after time he works up a sweat punching, kicking, and juking his way to victory, never noticing how his opponents were barely even reacting to his hits until at some random point faking a heavy blow and dropping to the floor\n\n\\\u003eHe finally gets to a well experienced tiger woman who has too much pride on the line to go down so easily\n\n\\\u003eShe lets him tire himself out while effortlessly blocking all of his punches\n\n\\\u003eWhen he seems to be slowing down she throws the lightest possible punch she can, her boxing glove landing squarely on his cheek\n\n\\\u003eThe human stumbles backwards a few steps, then falls to the ground, limp\n\n\\\u003eShe puts her gloves to her cheeks and screams so loud the whole audience hears it\n\n\\\u003e\"OH MY GOD I JUST KILLED HIM!\"\n\n\\\u003eAfter throwing her gloves off she rushes towards his prone body, lifting his shoulders onto her lap and cradling his head in her muscular arms\n\n\\\u003eShe briefly stops her animated sobbing when his eyes slowly open, staring deliriously into her golden irises\n\n\\\u003eShe leans her head down when he opens his mouth and in a slurred whisper says...\n\n\\\u003e\"I was going easy on ya, you big pretty kitty cat\"\n\n\\\u003eShe smiles warmly at his signs of life, perhaps humans were not so fragile after all\n\n\\\u003eShe would have to test this hypothesis further, after she carries him to the ambulance already waiting outside\n\n\\\u003eThough she has a feeling further fights with him would be more horizontal than vertical in nature\n\nAnthro Soldier\u0026nbsp;Occupation\n\nA squad of vaguely hostile soldier anthros occupy a mans house during a war.\n\n~1100 words\n\n\\\u003eAnthro soldiers occupy your house\n\n\\\u003eDemand you make them food while they're there\n\n\\\u003eWell they have guns and you don't so it's not like you have a choice\n\n\\\u003eQuickly whip up a simple beef stew using what meager ingredients you have left in your pantry\n\n\\\u003eThe war hasn't exactly made it easy to stock up on essentials, and you've definitely lost a few pounds over the last several months from having to ration what you do find to eat\n\n\\\u003eYou give the first bowl to the highest rank there\n\n\\\u003eShe sniffs it with a stoic face, throws away the spoon in the bowl, then hesitantly laps at the stew with her tongue\n\n\\\u003eShe licks her lips a few times savoring the taste, then violently shoves the tip of her muzzle into the bowl guzzling down the rest of the contents\n\n\\\u003eThe other soldiers quickly snatch the big pot of soup off your stove and move it to the center of their makeshift barracks in your living room\n\n\\\u003eThey each take a bowl out of your cupboard and surround the pot, shoving bowl after bowl into it before slurping down the chunks of beef and savory liquids\n\n\\\u003eYou wait silently in the corner while they eat, afraid of what they'll do if you approach without permission\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few minutes they seem mostly sated, two lay on the couch snuggled together half asleep while another couple play cards on your coffee table\n\n\\\u003eNow that the pot was left unattended you slowly approach to see if they left you any, the aching in your belly driving away any previously held fear\n\n\\\u003eYour reach the pot and your eyes lower to see...nothing, they ate every last drop\n\n\\\u003eOne of the soldiers playing cards glances at you with smug smile, her lips stained with your cooking\n\n\\\u003eYou resist the urge to look here in the eye and stare longingly into the pot, ya know maybe you could lick the sides of it and at least get a tast-\n\n\\\u003eYou feel a clawed hand grip your shoulder tightly from behind, her claws almost ripping your shirt\n\n\\\u003eWith her other hand she brings up a bowl of steaming hot stew in front of you\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly turn your head to see the wicked grin of their leader inches from your face, teeth yellow and glistening\n\n\\\u003eShe opens her maw\n\n\\\u003e\"Want? Eat?\" She says in a thick barely decipherable accent\n\n\\\u003eObviously this was some kind of trick, but damnit you really needed some calories right now\n\n\\\u003eYou hesitantly shake your head up and down\n\n\\\u003eHer grin grows wider and she steps towards the group at the coffee table shooing them away with loud guttural commands\n\n\\\u003eThey quickly drop their cards and scatter at the first word out of her mouth\n\n\\\u003eThe leader wipes the cards off the table while muttering what you assume to be curses under her breath\n\n\\\u003eAfter setting the soup down onto the coffee table she does something puts a ton of bewilderment and an ounce of fear into you, she starts undressing\n\n\\\u003eHer dirt and blood stained fatigues fall to the ground and you're met with her panties and bra stained yellow with sweat and dirt\n\n\\\u003eShe removes those more intimate pieces of clothing as well then takes a seat on the coffee table beckoning you closer with a clawed finger\n\n\\\u003eYou stop a couple feet from her and hear footsteps behind you, must be the two card players\n\n\\\u003eShe speaks in her foreign tongue and the two anthros behind you push you down onto your knees\n\n\\\u003eYour face now just about level with her crotch she leans back and raises her legs into the air bearing her womanhood in front of you\n\n\\\u003eIt's about what you expected\n\n\\\u003eShe cranes her head up to look at you and grabs the bowl of soup resting it on top of her crotch\n\n\\\u003eShe barks a single order \"Eat!\", the soldiers behind you snicker and one of them nudges you in the back with a boot\n\n\\\u003eOrder received\n\n\\\u003eYour head draws closer to her entrance and your nostrils fill with her musky bestial scent\n\n\\\u003eYour mouth reaches her crotch and you begin lapping at her folds much to the amusement of the two anthros behind you\n\n\\\u003eYou could feel the heat from her womanhood rising and steal a glance at her face to see a self-satisfied expression\n\n\\\u003eAfter several minutes of one sided pleasure she tilts the bowl forward spilling some of its contents onto her cunt and therefore your mouth\n\n\\\u003eReflexively you try to drink the stew only to find much of it has soaked into the fur that wasn't already saturated with her juices and your saliva\n\n\\\u003eYou lick around her crotch until the taste of the soup is gone and the salty taste of the anthro is all that remains before once again resuming pleasuring her\n\n\\\u003eA few times you notice an increase in her wetness and a suppressed groan, this is typically followed by another pouring of soup\n\n\\\u003eThis continues for what feels like forever, but eventually she pours the last of the bowl down her sopping wet cunt and you catch the last chunk of beef with your tongue\n\n\\\u003eAfter giving her one more subtle orgasm you pull your head away, staring at her with resigned eyes\n\n\\\u003eShe leans forward and straightens her back\n\n\\\u003eAfter an uneasy silence she brings a hand to your cheek and leans in towards you, her nose now less than an inch from your own\n\n\\\u003e\"No payment. No food. Yes?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou have a feeling this offer isn't open to negotiation\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head up and down\n\n\\\u003eThe leader says a few words to the soldiers to your rear and laughter erupts around you\n\n\\\u003eThat probably isn't a good thing\n\n\\\u003eShe waves her two lackeys behind you away and they walk upstairs to take up sentry positions for the night\n\n\\\u003eThe leader gets onto her feet and looks down at you with a paw on her chin\n\n\\\u003eWhat is she plotting?\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few moments she leans down towards you\n\n\\\u003e\"Squad. Bonus. Warm.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head in confusion\n\n\\\u003eShe points to the soldiers sleeping on the couch\n\n\\\u003e\"Squad! Bonus! Warm!\" She repeats more loudly\n\n\\\u003eOh...\n\n\\\u003eShe was going to let you sleep with them tonight to keep warm, or was it going to be every night?\n\n\\\u003eGuess you would have to find out tomorrow\n\n\\\u003eYou walk to the couch and lay half your body across one of the sleeping anthros\n\n\\\u003eYou're soon joined by the now clothed leader; she drapes her furry body on top of your own and softly mutters a few foreign words before drifting off\n\n\\\u003eYour body is warm but a strange aftertaste still lingers on your tongue\n\n\\\u003eYou overcooked something in the soup, that's probably what the taste it is\n\n\\\u003eProbably\n\nAnthrostate Recruitment\n\nA human tries to join the anthrostate military. No relation to B\u0026W\u0026RAO.\n\n~500 words\n\n\\\u003eAnthrostate under attack\n\n\\\u003eHuman goes to his local army recruitment center to join up\n\n\\\u003eGets in line between two big and burly anthros, one is already sharpening her claws while the other reads a pamphlet about what (and who) is allowed to be brought back as a war trophy\n\n\\\u003eGets to the front of the line\n\n\\\u003eSitting at a desk is an older and grizzled looking wolf anthro, a large scar going across one eye and a bullet hole in one of her ears\n\n\\\u003eShe stares at him with a stoic expression before opening her maw\n\n\\\u003e\"Name and age?\"\n\n\\\u003e\\*gulp\\*\n\n\\\u003e\"M-my name is John Smith and I'm eighteen M-Ma'am\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks down to enter this information into her computer\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay John, your name is fine, you're old enough to enlist, but we both know what the obvious problem here is.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes drift back up to his, a knowing expression on her face\n\n\\\u003eHe leans forward and slams his hands on her desk\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh come on! Just because I'm a human doesn't mean I can't serve my country! Please! I can't just sit idly by and watch the sacrifices our troops make without doing something myself!\"\n\n\\\u003eA dead silence fills the room\n\n\\\u003eUntil it's replaced with raucous laughter from everyone who heard what he just said\n\n\\\u003eHis face grows beet red as the laughter gradually dies down\n\n\\\u003eThe wolf reaches up and pats him on the head condescendingly\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh you cute little humie, so full of determination and vigor, you'll make a good husband someday.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe stops the petting and looks over his shoulder\n\n\\\u003e\"Next!\"\n\n\\\u003eHe moves to block her view\n\n\\\u003e\"Please! I just want to do something to help out. There's got to be something I can do.\" He pleads\n\n\\\u003eShe puts a paw on her chin as she thinks, a devious expression growing on her face\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmmmmm, well, we don't exactly allow humies in the military. But we do allow civilian contractors for...specialist roles.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'll take it!\" He exclaims. \"Whatever it is I'll take it!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks down and begins writing on a post it note\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright humie, go to the office at this address and talk to the receptionist. From there they'll induct you into MATE.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Mate?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Stands for the Morale Assessment, Treatment, and Entertainment unit. They make sure our brave soldiers have their psychological needs taken care of while on the front line.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...okay. So what is it I'll be doing exactly?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I literally just told you John. And by the way, you may want to begin taking calcium supplements.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Why's that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You'll need strong bones to be in a MATE unit. Start drinking lots too.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"So I'll be in combat?\"\n\n\\\u003eA wicked grin appears on her maw\n\n\\\u003e\"In a manner of speaking. Now go to this address.\" She hands him the post it note. \"And you'll be serving a valuable purpose to the anthrostate in no time.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay I'll do that! Thanks Ma'am\"\n\n\\\u003eHe dashes out of the room with a wide grin\n\n\\\u003e\"Next! Name and Age?\"\n\nSad Tribal Wolf\n\nA man sees his wolf wife march off to an uncertain fate.\n\n~300 words\n\n\\\u003eHave tribal anthro gf\n\n\\\u003eAn attack against a neighboring tribe is planned for tomorrow\n\n\\\u003eSpend the night devouring a mighty feast as ceremonial war chants and dances are played out around a massive bonfire\n\n\\\u003eWhen the night is finished and you're both pretty drunk you retire to your hut and make sweet sweet love\n\n\\\u003eIn the morning the mood is grim as you and your fellow husbands begin the process of applying warpaint to your wives\n\n\\\u003eA red swirl across her cheek, thin wavy lines running down her arms, claws painted a solid red, thick red line across her forehead and down to her nose that you boop\n\n\\\u003eThe brief toothy smile it elicits manages to make the morning not seem so grim for a few short seconds\n\n\\\u003eBack to painting\n\n\\\u003eHer family symbol, a hare in the jaws of a wolf, is skillfully painted onto each shoulder much to her satisfaction\n\n\\\u003eTriangles symbolizing teeth on her palms for strength\n\n\\\u003eWide swirls symbolizing the wind on her thighs for speed\n\n\\\u003eA thick red line below each eye for perception\n\n\\\u003eFinally, you stick your hand into the paint and place a handprint onto her belly while she does the same, the dual handprints symbolizing fertility\n\n\\\u003eShe says you'll have to apply the paint for her first pup after she gets back\n\n\\\u003eYou hope you'll have to as well\n\n\\\u003eYou hand her a spear, painstakingly crafted by you after many moons so that it would be as strong and as sharp as possible, and slowly watch her leave with the other warriors into the sunset\n\n\\\u003eA sinking feeling enters your chest you can't seem to will away\n\n\\\u003eYou'll be back with her again\n\n\\\u003eMaybe not tomorrow\n\n\\\u003eOr in this life\n\n\\\u003eBut you'll be back with her again\n\n\\\u003eYou know it\n\nSad Cancer Wolf\n\nA wolfur breaks some sad news to her boyfriend.\n\n~150 words\n\n\\\u003eDoctor/Nurse (if dogs can detect cancer by smell....)\n\n\\\u003eHave wifwolf gf who works as a nurse\n\n\\\u003eLately she's been acting a little strange\n\n\\\u003eSniffing you more than normal, randomly asking you how you feel and what you last ate, acting exceptionally cuddly when you're both chilling out over the weekends\n\n\\\u003eOne date night she insists that you come over to her place\n\n\\\u003eShe's made your favorite food, dimmed the lights, placed candles on the table, she really went above and beyond compared to what you two normally do\n\n\\\u003eDinner goes perfectly though during your conversations with her you detect a sliver of sadness in her eyes\n\n\\\u003eWhen your bellies are full you move to put the dirty dishes up, but she stops you by placing a paw on your hand\n\n\\\u003eYou sit back down, staring at her slowly moistening eyes\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, there's, something I need to tell you...\"\n\nSpooky Wifwolf\n\nA man does a little bit of spooky roleplay with his wolfur.\n\n~300 words\n\n\\\u003eWalk into your bedroom\n\n\\\u003eTurn the lights off\n\n\\\u003eDo a comically exaggerated yawn and loudly proclaim to no one in particular \"Oh man I sure am sleepy, can't wait to hit the hay. I sure hope there aren't any scary monsters under my bed haha\"\n\n\\\u003eJump onto your mattress and pull the covers over you\n\n\\\u003eRoll onto your belly and scoot closer to the edge of the bed\n\n\\\u003eJust after you start snoring you let an arm hang off the side of the mattress\n\n\\\u003eEventually you feel a tuft of warm breath glide over your hand\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh, must be the wind\" you mumble\n\n\\\u003eThen a soft lick\n\n\\\u003e\"Guess the dog is sleeping down there.\" You whisper\n\n\\\u003eThen a claw gently tracing a circle in your palm, it tickles\n\n\\\u003e\"Must be the ha..haha... must be a mouse or something tickling my hand. I should buy some traps tomor-\"\n\n\\\u003eYou're cut off as a strong hand grips your wrist and pulls down off the bed\n\n\\\u003eSurprised by it's strength, you don't have time to soften your fall and you land on your chest with a loud thud, the wind knocked out of you\n\n\\\u003e\"OW!\"\n\n\\\u003eThe hand releases its grip on your wrist and you stare into the deep blackness under the bed, an annoyed look on your face\n\n\\\u003e\"Too hard?\" A husky feminine voice whispers from within the shadows\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head in an affirmative\n\n\\\u003e\"Well...let me make it up to you!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou briefly see a furry canine head pop out from under the bed and reach out with both hands, tugging you by the shoulders to under the bed\n\n\\\u003e\"What? No, stop! This is too scary! S-stop! That tickles! NOOOOooooooooo...haha!\"\n\nMorgan Goes to the Hospital\n\nMorgan goes to the hospital to visit Anon, her friend who went into a deep coma during an unfortunate skateboarding accident she accidentally caused. Read this one to the end.\n\n~350 words\n\n\\\u003eMorgan does her daily chores and goes to visit Anon at the hospital\n\n\\\u003eShe plans on doing the usual, ruminating on how she could have been so careless to let this happen, reading him the news just to keep the silence at bay, telling him what hijinks her friends had been up to\n\n\\\u003eObviously he can't hear or even be aware of what's she's doing but that isn't the point\n\n\\\u003eShe just wants to keep him company, it's the least she can do\n\n\\\u003eShe pulls a hood over her awkwardly long ears and walks into the hospital, the automatic doors closing on her freakishly long tail after she passes them\n\n\\\u003eIt's a silent walk to his room, she's known the path through the hospitals many winding hallways for years at this point\n\n\\\u003eShe opens the door and her heart rate increases tenfold\n\n\\\u003eHis bed, it's empty\n\n\\\u003eAnd beside it are his mother and father\n\n\\\u003eShe's loudly sobbing into his shoulder and mumbling some incoherent pleas to a higher power\n\n\\\u003eAfter tripping on some cables on the floor she slowly walks up to them\n\n\\\u003e\"Mr. and Mrs. Moose, w-hat happened?\"\n\n\\\u003eAnon's father looks up at her, the resigned look of a father who just lost something unbelievably precious on his face\n\n\\\u003e\"Morgan,\" he says stoically. \"About Anon, he...\"\n\n\\\u003eIf Morgan had tear ducts they would be flowing rivers by now\n\n\\\u003e\"He what?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe looks down with a sullen glare unable to get the next words out\n\n\\\u003e\"He what?!\" She repeats with barely restrained emotion. \"He what? What happened to Anon?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Our precious Anon...passed away last night\"\n\n\\\u003eHis mother's sobs become almost unbearably loud to Morgan's ears\n\n\\\u003e\"How?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"The doctors tried their best, but in the end death had it out for him. They always say you never expect it when it comes, but we never thought he would die of ligma in the end.\"\n\n\\\u003eMorgan cocks her head, curious\n\n\\\u003e\"What's ligma?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ligma Balls!\" Shouts a familiar voice from under the bed\n\n\\\u003eMorgan bends down to see Anon hiding under the hospital bed, a shit eating grin on his face\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon you jerk! Five fucking years!\"\n\nSlasher Waifur\n\nA waifur who starred as a slasher in a horror movie watches its premier with her boyfriend.\n\n~300 words\n\n\\\u003eActress gets her humie bf a small role in one of her productions\n\n\\\u003eHe just plays a random college kid that gets slashed halfway into the movie, basically an extra considering how many kills she racks up in the film\n\n\\\u003eThey're both sitting in the movie theater about to watch the first showing of her new movie\n\n\\\u003eThey're nearly at the scene where he gets killed\n\n\\\u003eOminous music fills the theater as the screen shows him moving through a moonlit forest, his path only illuminated by a weak flashlight\n\n\\\u003eThe actress watches her bf on the screen, a primordial sense of dread slowly filling her mind since she knows her bf is about to be killed\n\n\\\u003eShe's aware that it's all make believe, he doesn't actually die, but that doesn't stop her from rapidly muttering \"don'tgointhehousedon'tgointhehouse\" under her breath\n\n\\\u003eThe screen shows him opening a squeaky front door and her heart feels like it's going to beat out of her chest\n\n\\\u003e\"don'tgointothekitchendon'tgointothekitchen\" she mutters at a frenzied pace\n\n\\\u003eThe movie shows her beloved anon walking into the kitchen\n\n\\\u003eHis flashlight goes out\n\n\\\u003eThe pantry door behind him slowly opens and her muzzle slowly emerges into the light\n\n\\\u003eThis is it, he's about to die, but even though it's a movie she doesn't want him to! She wants her bf to live damnit!\n\n\\\u003eOn the screen she silently closes in on her bf, shiny knife raised high and poised to strike his neck\n\n\\\u003e\"behindyoulookbehindyou\" she desperately whispers\n\n\\\u003eHer bf nudges her on the shoulder\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey babe, I guess I'm kill number 7 haha\"\n\n\\\u003eHer head shoots to the human sitting beside her just before her onscreen doppelganger thrusts the knife down\n\n\\\u003eHe looks at her face, her eyes filled with concern and nearly tearing up\n\n\\\u003e\"Something wrong babe?\"\n\n\\\u003eHis question is only answered with a long and passionate kiss, only ending when his death scene is completely over\n\nBird Wife\n\nA man accidentally causes one his bird wifes instincts to kick in.\n\n~300 words\n\n\\\u003eThe soft glow of sunrise lulls you into a state of awareness\n\n\\\u003eYou open your tired eyes and you're met with the wrinkled sheets of the bed you're laying on\n\n\\\u003eBeside you is your wonderful bird wife\n\n\\\u003eNot quite mustering up the energy to get up, much less move away from the heat radiating off her feathers, you stay in silent bliss for several more minutes\n\n\\\u003eBut eventually you do need to get up\n\n\\\u003eSo you roll over onto your back and lean forward\n\n\\\u003ePutting your arms up to stretch your stiff muscles you feel a mighty yawn coming on and turn your head to the ceiling\n\n\\\u003e\"AAAAAHHHHhhhhhhh-mrmph!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou don't know what, but something just got thrown into your mouth\n\n\\\u003eAfter gagging a bit and spitting the fruity objects past your lips you see that they're...gummy bears?\n\n\\\u003eYou look to your wife sheepishly holding a bag of the things, her entire body says sorry without speaking it\n\n\\\u003e\"Babe, why did you just do that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well you, uhhh, kind of looked hungry.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...what?\" You say dumbly\n\n\\\u003e\"Come on anon! We just woke up, your mouth was open, you looked just like a starving chick begging for food!\"\n\n\\\u003eYour eyes drift down to the bag of gummy bears she was holding\n\n\\\u003e\"And the candy? I thought you said you trying to eat healthier.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe quickly throws the bag under the bed as if you might forget about them if they were out of sight\n\n\\\u003e\"Just some gummy bears I forgot I had under there.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"uh huh\" You say with a disbelieving tone\n\n\\\u003eYa, you were totally raiding her stash under the bed the next time she wasn't looking\n\n\\\u003eYou hope she has some funyuns hidden under there, you love those salty little bastards\n\nDennys Dragon\n\nA dragon anthro enters a lasting despair when Dennys™ stops serving the promotional menu for the Hobbit movies. Her husband intervenes.\n\n~500 words\n\n\\\u003eYour scaly wife is sobbing wildly into your shoulder\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I-I just wanted one more taste, just one more taste goddamnit. Why must everything I love in this life be fleeting?! My existence is nothing more than an unending stream of misery now that I will never have another Bowman's™ Brew™ Pumpkin™ Coffee™, or another hearty plate of Bilbo's™ Breakfast™ Feast™. Why-why-why-WHYWHY?! \"\n\n\\\u003eYou pat her on the shoulder and the cries of anguish continue\n\n\\\u003eLooking around you're glad there weren't many people outside the Dennys™ right now\n\n\\\u003eYour wife was normally so even tempered, but when the waitress told her the promotional menu had been discontinued she ran out crying\n\n\\\u003eHer loud cries gradually die down to quiet whimpers and you continue to stroke her back, your shoulder now soaking with her tears\n\n\\\u003eIt breaks your heart to see her like this, but what to do about it?\n\n\\\u003eIt takes several days and nights of experimentation and hard work to get everything just right but you think you've finally done it\n\n\\\u003eAfter setting breakfast down onto the table you move to the bottom of the stairs and call your wife down\n\n\\\u003eShe rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she sees you in a unusually chipper mood\n\n\\\u003e\"Honey? Why are you up so early? It's the weekend.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I made breakfast and wanted you to eat before it got cold.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer face droops, just the word breakfast was all it took to put her in a grim mood now\n\n\\\u003e\"O-Okay honey...\"\n\n\\\u003eBut the second she rounds the corner her face lightens up with childlike excitement\n\n\\\u003eFor a few moments she's too surprised to speak\n\n\\\u003eYou nudge her on the side to bring her out of her food induced daze\n\n\\\u003e\"Honey Cake French Toast? Sweet Potato Pecan Pancakes? Oh my god, you even recreated Bilbo's Breakfast Feast. Honey...\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks to you with a wide smile and hugs you tightly, her claws almost tearing your shirt\n\n\\\u003eThe entire meal she's beaming with joy, remarking how your cooking isn't as good as Dennys is, it's even better!\n\n\\\u003eWhen she stuffs the last crispy hashbrown down her gullet she leans back in her chair in a blissful stupor\n\n\\\u003eAfter pouring yourself another homemade Bowmans Brew Pumpkin Coffee you look up to her with a sly grin\n\n\\\u003e\"Babe?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Huh?\" She lazily blurts out\n\n\\\u003e\"You full?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe just nods her head up and down, her food coma too strong to let her do anything else\n\n\\\u003e\"Good, good, but there was one last thing I made that you have yet to try.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe perks up just a bit\n\n\\\u003e\"And what's that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"My Hearty Breakfast Sausage, though I guess we can make it my Hearty Brunch Sausage if you want some time to nap a bit.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe stares at you with a lusty glare, licks her lips, then...falls asleep right there on the chair\n\n\\\u003eHearty Brunch Sausage it is then\n\nGood Boy\n\nA space marine has to endure unconventional interrogation tactics.\n\n~300 words\n\n\\\u003eBe manly human space marine man\n\n\\\u003eGot captured by space vixens during a tactical retreat\n\n\\\u003eYou and a few of your compatriots are tied up in chairs in a dimly lit interrogation room\n\n\\\u003eThe lead vixen steps towards the man next to you\n\n\\\u003e\"What is the location of the space marine outpost on the ice moon of globlgor?\" She coldy inquires\n\n\\\u003e\"Fuck you bitch!\" He responds\n\n\\\u003eHa! There's no way she was going to get intel out of any of your outfit\n\n\\\u003eYou're all too battle hardened, too masculine, too hardcore to give in to a bunch of pussy anthros\n\n\\\u003e\"Very well then human, now I'll have to switch to more...invasive tactics.\"\n\n\\\u003eWhat was she going to do now? Threaten to cut a hand off or something?\n\n\\\u003eShe slowly moves a clawed hand to his scalp, running her fingers through his hair\n\n\\\u003eShe leans in, looking your comrade right in his eyes\n\n\\\u003e\"You're a goooood booooy\" She softly coos. \"My perfect little army man. So cute with your green clothes and big strong muscles. You ever thought about having kids someday? I can think of some privates under my command that would love to meet you.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe weakly shakes his head side to side, damn it man resist!\n\n\\\u003e\"Tell you what, if you give me the location to the outpost I'll make sure there'll be someone around to take good care of you. A priceless treasure like you doesn't deserve to be alone in the big cold universe.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer petting intensifies and he moans in a pleasure induced haze\n\n\\\u003e\"Alright, alright, there is no outpost on globlgor. It's a trap to lure in Anthro forces.\"\n\n\\\u003eNo! Goddamnit!\n\n\\\u003eThe vixen retracts her hand from his head\n\n\\\u003e\"Such a good boy, I can think of a cute LT under my command who would love to spend some time with you. Now let's see what your friends know.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer gaze fall on you and she steps closer, a loving look behind her eyes\n\n\\\u003e[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM3uXu1Dq4c](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM3uXu1Dq4c)\n\nCute Wifwolf Tribal Roleplay\n\nA wifwolf and her boyfriend try to do some tribal roleplay while out in the woods.\n\n~1000 words\n\n\\\u003eYou look to your wifwolf furiously turning a stick in between her two paws, it's base against another piece of wood\n\n\\\u003eThis method of fire making was used quite successfully by the tribal wolfurs ages past, or at least that's what your girlfriend said before the trip out here\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately it seems she didn't share in her ancestors gift for fire making, the closest thing she's gotten to a fire is a few spits of smoke\n\n\\\u003e\"Babe, please, just use the lighter.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe turns to you with a fierce look in her eye\n\n\\\u003e\"No! Silence yourself Austi-I mean silence yourself bald ape thing. Huntress Kayla is a very accomplished fire maker in her tribe. Very accomplished. It's just...that...the fire gods are clearly not pleased with her today. They're also probably not pleased you brought a foreign fire making device to our combined tribal roleplay and camping excursion.\" She points a claw at you. \"So really this is all your fault is what I'm trying to say, you stinky bald man thing.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou can't help but put your hands up in surrender and chuckle\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay, okay, I am sorry for insulting your gods Mrs. Kayla the huntress. I will try to pray to them extra hard tonight to make up for it.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Good!\" She turn her attention back to the stick. \"And they would also be very pleased if we expanded our tribe with a few new pups tonight.\" She quietly says, briefly glancing up with a shy smile.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh! Is that why you took us out here? You wanted to ravage a poor bald man thing in the woods while pretending to be a-\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Silence man thing!\" She shouts, throwing the stick at you\n\n\\\u003eWith a beleaguered groan she gets off her haunches and looks down at the plank of wood with a disappointed expression\n\n\\\u003e\"Huntress Kayla needs to find a new fire making stick. Perhaps you should pray to the fire god while I'm gone and a they may grant you a 'miracle', perhaps I may not ravage you too hard tonight if I were to come back to a lit campfire.\"\n\n\\\u003eTaking the hint, you smile\n\n\\\u003e\"I will pray extra hard my beloved huntress. Think you'll catch any game while you're gone?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe turns her head\n\n\\\u003e\"Maybe.\" She sniffs the air for dramatic effect. \"The air is rich with the scents of many prey. I will try.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks babe. Don't be gone too long. You don't want a rival tribe member to come by and snatch me away.\"\n\n\\\u003eHer serious roleplay falters for a bit\n\n\\\u003e\"Austin if I find you with another wolfess out here you don't even want to know what your punishment will be, trust me.\" She coughs into her fist. \"Now huntress Kayla will try to bring back game and feed her poor helpless bald ape man mate.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou wave her goodbye\n\n\\\u003e\"See ya babe!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe disappears into the forest and you get the lighter out, effortlessly lighting a small campfire\n\n\\\u003eIt's dark by the time she returns, a rustling in the surrounding bushes giving her away\n\n\\\u003e\"Kayla? My beloved huntress?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe jumps out from the bushes with a couple large steaks in her mouth\n\n\\\u003eWith an air of pride she saunters over and spit them both out onto a plate, then places her hands on her hips triumphantly\n\n\\\u003e\"Huntress Kayla was very successful in her hunt! We will have full bellies tonight you clawless ape thing.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou walk over to the plate and survey the meat\n\n\\\u003eTwo sizable sirloins already trimmed of fat and cut to size\n\n\\\u003eOne of them has a suspicious coating of some kind of spice, a couple sniffs indicates the presence of her favorite spice mix\n\n\\\u003eThat one must be hers\n\n\\\u003e\"Wow Kayla, you sure did kill a cow, section it out, cut the meat into size, and bring it over here quick. What did you with the rest of the body?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe sheepishly turns her head away\n\n\\\u003e\"I uhhhhh sacrificed the rest of it to the goddess of fertility. I thought it was a good idea, gods can be a fickle bunch after all.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou smile and throw the meat onto a cast iron skillet you had the foresight to bring\n\n\\\u003eAfter it cooks you two eat it by the fire, you ask her about the hunt and she spins you a fantastical tale of how she killed the fearsome black and white spotted horned demon beast after a desperate struggle\n\n\\\u003eYou tell her a tale of your nonexistent exploits in a nearby merchant town\n\n\\\u003eWhen the meal is done, and your bellies are full, you set your plate down and look to Kayla\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, only one thing left to do now.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe licks her lips in expectation\n\n\\\u003e\"Yep. Time to claim this furless ape thing for my own. Are you ready to experience the traditional lovemaking techniques practiced for centuries by the- Hey!\"\n\n\\\u003eShe's cut off as you throw something white and fluffy at her nose, it bounces off and lands by her feet\n\n\\\u003eShe picks it up and sniffs it\n\n\\\u003e\"A marshmall- I mean what is this?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's a desert made by my fellow bald man things. You poke it on the end of a stick and roast it over a fire. Observe.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou reach into a hidden bag of marshmallows placed behind you and put one on a nearby stick, the white surface slowly turning golden brown\n\n\\\u003eWhen it's done you point the treat at her, she plucks it off the stick and throws it into her mouth\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmmm, Huntress Kayla likes fluffy sugar thing. We will commence with pup making after desert.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou hand her a stick of her own and place the bag of marshmallows in the open\n\n\\\u003e\"Sounds good to me. Just don't be too rough with me okay? Bald man things have delicate skin.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe chuckles and places her marshmallow laden stick above the fire\n\n\\\u003e\"Huntress Kayla makes no promises, but I'll try to be gentle with my favorite furless beast.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks. But babe?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Hmm?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Your fluffy sugar thing is burning.\"\n\nA Reindeer and a Wageslave\n\nA slacker accidentally insults a reindeer woman who decides to make the rest of his shift hell.\n\n~1600 words\n\n\\\u003e\"So remember everyone, happy employees mean happy customers. When you greet one of our valued customers do it with a smile and a friendly offer of assistance!\" Your manager exclaims with a clearly forced grin\n\n\\\u003eGod you hate these pre-shift meetings, nothing but wasted time and useless corporate propaganda\n\n\\\u003e\"On three everyone! One, two, three!\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Wallyworld! Do it on the cheap!\" Your fellow coworkers exclaim halfheartedly\n\n\\\u003eYour manager drops the fake smile, now replaced with her usual case of resting bitch face\n\n\\\u003e\"I want to see more engagement with customers out there people. Stop being such antisocial rejects.\" She mutters\n\n\\\u003eAs usual you turn away and roll your eyes safely hidden from her gaze\n\n\\\u003eAnother Monday, another workweek, another hellish 8 hours spent in this giant concrete prison masquerading as a superstore\n\n\\\u003eHey, at least you get a two percent employee discount\n\n\\\u003eYou walk with the rest of your coworkers out of the break room and onto the main floor\n\n\\\u003eWhere to?\n\n\\\u003eMaybe you'll go to the pet section and help some old lady put a bag of dog food into her cart\n\n\\\u003eOr maybe a trip to the electronics section to help some out of touch parent decide if their kid wants the Xstation or Playbox\n\n\\\u003eOr maybe...you'll go to the usually deserted automotive section of the store and pretend to stock items until your shift is over\n\n\\\u003eHeh, ya, that sounds like a plan\n\n\\\u003eYou casually saunter over to the oft forgotten section of the store and get to 'work' straightening items on shelves and doing your best to look busy, thankfully you've had plenty of practice\n\n\\\u003eWhile carefully rearranging a few cans of windshield cleaner there's the clop of hooves and someone passes by you\n\n\\\u003eWhatever, they're probably lost or something\n\n\\\u003eAfter very carefully straightening the last bottle so it's label faced the aisle you stand up, look over and-\n\n\\\u003eAh shit, your manager is at the opposite end of the aisle, arms crossed, staring right at you\n\n\\\u003eYour head turns in the opposite direction and there's a cervine anthro a dozen feet down the aisle from you\n\n\\\u003eLooks to be a buck with a mighty set of antlers wearing a thick leather jacket, their back is facing you\n\n\\\u003eYou look back to your manager and with the look on her face the message is clear, help the valued customer\n\n\\\u003eAfter a long sigh you walk up to the buck, put on your best customer pleasing smile, and say the corporate line\n\n\\\u003e\"Welcome to Wallyworld, can I help you find something today sir?\"\n\n\\\u003eThe customer's head shoots up from what they were looking at then he slowly turns to face you\n\n\\\u003eThat's...not a buck\n\n\\\u003eThat's a female reindeer based on the sizable breasts and thick eyeliner\n\n\\\u003eAnd that damn jacket hiding all of her curves from the back\n\n\\\u003eShe looks at you with concentrated hatred\n\n\\\u003e\"What...did you just call me, punk?\" She spits with a husky feminine tone\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhh-I-I didn't-can I help you find something ma'am?\" You awkwardly stutter in a futile attempt to save yourself\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes burn holes into you for a few seconds before she responds\n\n\\\u003e\"No, I don't think you can asshole.\" She sneers\n\n\\\u003eWith a swift movement she takes a bottle of oil off of the shelf and opens it, spilling its entire contents onto the floor\n\n\\\u003e\"Oops, so sorry. Guess you'll have to clean it up.\" She says with a faux apologetic tone and malicious smile\n\n\\\u003eThe reindeer tosses the empty bottle onto the floor and stomps away, the clops of her hooves almost deafening\n\n\\\u003eYou look back to your manager, she's shaking her head in disappointment\n\n\\\u003eTime to spend some time with your two dearest friends, the mop and bucket\n\n\\\u003eAfter slaving away to clean the oil spill you wipe the sweat off your brow and stow away the mop and bucket\n\n\\\u003eWhat a bitch\n\n\\\u003eAsshole\n\n\\\u003eTotal cunt\n\n\\\u003eYou can't believe she did that just because of a simple misunderstanding\n\n\\\u003eGod! How were you supposed to know she was female with those antlers of hers?!\n\n\\\u003eWhatever, she's probably already left the store at this point\n\n\\\u003eTime to go chill out by the food section, restock some cereal, throw away some moldy bread or something\n\n\\\u003eAfter a few minutes of milling around you wander into the canned soup aisle\n\n\\\u003eYou straighten a few cans and-\n\n\\\u003e\"Excuse me sir? Do you think I should get the chicken noodle or the vegetable beef?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou turn around and yep, that's the reindeer from before, her head shifts between the two cans of soup held in her hands\n\n\\\u003eWhat is this? Some kind of trick? She's got to remember you from before\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, uhh, I've always liked the chicken noodle.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe shakes her head in an affirmative\n\n\\\u003e\"Ya, you know what I agree, the chicken noodle sounds way better than vegetable beef.\"\n\n\\\u003eTo your dismay she then tosses the can of vegetable beef behind her shoulder, it lands with a wet metallic thud, the contents spilled onto the floor\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks for the help bud.\" She says, walking past you with a sly grin\n\n\\\u003eUn-fucking-believable\n\n\\\u003eWhat an asshole!\n\n\\\u003eWith a defeated sigh your anger fades and once again you have a meeting with the mop and bucket\n\n\\\u003eAfter cleaning up the spill you decide on a new strategy  \n\\\u003eYou'll just roam from section to section trying to avoid running into that damned reindeer girl again, she's clearly got it out for you\n\n\\\u003eFirst a few minutes folding clothes, then you restock some office supplies, and now a stroll through the cosmetic section\n\n\\\u003eHeh, there's no way she'd expect you to be here-\n\n\\\u003eThere's a tap on your shoulder\n\n\\\u003eAfter stopping in your tracks you turn around and ya, there she is again\n\n\\\u003eHow did she sneak up on you with a pair of hooves?!\n\n\\\u003e\"Excuse me sir, could you point me to the antler polish?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"It's right over there.\" You flatly state, pointing to the row of products a few feet away\n\n\\\u003e\"Thanks sir.\" She says, strolling over to the row of glass bottles with a wiggle of the hips\n\n\\\u003eShe makes eye contact with you, places a hand on one of the bottles, then begins slowly sliding it to the edge\n\n\\\u003e\"Please...don't.\" You plead\n\n\\\u003eHer smile just grows wider\n\n\\\u003eThe bottle is all the way to the edge, it begins to tip, it's about to fall...\n\n\\\u003eJust as gravity begins to pull it downward you jump forward and fall to the floor! Barely managing to catch it before the bottle contacts the ground!\n\n\\\u003eYou look up to the towering reindeer, a look of bewilderment on her face\n\n\\\u003e\"Ha ha ha! You're faster than I thought ya twirp.\" She says with a cackle\n\n\\\u003eWith your heart still racing she turns around and saunters off still chuckling\n\n\\\u003eAfter getting back on your feet you put the bottle of antler polish back on the shelf and gather your senses\n\n\\\u003eOkay, milling around the store clearly isn't going to work\n\n\\\u003eThat leaves the break room and bathroom as your only safe places\n\n\\\u003eYou spend the rest of your shift switching between the two, thankfully no one seems the wiser\n\n\\\u003eEventually the hours tick down and it's time to clock out, thank god\n\n\\\u003eAfter putting on your jacket you step outside, the chilly winter air assaults your sense and inky darkness puts you on edge\n\n\\\u003eLeft, right, no sign of the reindeer from before, good\n\n\\\u003eYou parked around the side of the building, if you hug the wall on the walk over it's doubtful many people would see you\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eSlowly, quietly, you begin slinking over to your car\n\n\\\u003eAlmost there, just have to-\n\n\\\u003e\\*CLOP-CLOP-CLOP\\*\n\n\\\u003eYou look at the source of the sound just in time to see a tangle of pointy antlers rapidly rushing your position\n\n\\\u003eWith a girlish scream you turn away and hug the wall\n\n\\\u003eSeveral points impact the wall on either side of your head but thankfully none go into your skull\n\n\\\u003eSlowly you open your eyes to see the reindeer from before staring at you, her wet black nose mere inches away\n\n\\\u003eHer breath comes out in wispy clouds that tickle your face\n\n\\\u003e\"You punk! Thinking you could get away from me so easily! Cowering in the break room like a sniveling child.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I didn't mean to call you sir please don't kill me\" You desperately repeat\n\n\\\u003eHer head moves away from yours and she crosses her arms\n\n\\\u003e\"Happy employees, happy customers, right?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"H-how do you know that phrase?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Used to work here. Hated it.\" She says with a huff. \"So tell you what, you're an unhappy employee and I'm an unhappy customer. Why don't we fix that?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou straighten your hunched posture and feel your heart slow\n\n\\\u003e\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Well, I, umm, do have a problem you could help me with.\"\n\n\\\u003eSex, she wants you to fug her, gotta be\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhh sure, just let me get my pants off here and-\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Ew! No!\" She shouts, cutting you off. \"I'm talking about...this.\"\n\n\\\u003eShe flashes a bottle of antler polish at you before quickly putting it back into her pocket\n\n\\\u003e\"I need some help polishing my antlers.\" She whispers. \"It's real hard to get the whole set by myself and none of my friends want to help. They think it's weird helping a girl out with her antlers considering, well, you know, it's mostly dudes that have them.\"\n\n\\\u003eStill somewhat in shock you slowly shake your head up and down\n\n\\\u003e\"Ya, sure, I'll help you out...but what do I get out of it?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe cocks her head, an annoyed look on her face\n\n\\\u003e\"You get to go home with only the holes you were born with. And I won't tell your manager you've been slacking off all day.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay, deal.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Good, now follow me wageslave, you've got a long night head of you.\"\n\nTiger Pool\n\nA cat who's afraid of water tries to claim her crush who works as a lifeguard.\n\n~900 words\n\n\\\u003eBig tiger girl at a pool\n\n\\\u003eHas her sights on a human lifeguard\n\n\\\u003eThe only issue is she's deathly afraid of water just like many other cat anthros which makes it hard to get close to him, in fact it to her weeks to build up the courage just to enter the pool building\n\n\\\u003eSo she waits on a beach chair, pretending to enjoy the sun while stealing quick glances at her prey\n\n\\\u003eEventually she sees him wade over to the edge and get up out of the water, perfect\n\n\\\u003eHiding her face behind a magazine she watches him walk over to the bathrooms\n\n\\\u003eNow all she has to do is hide next to the bathroom doors and pounce on him as soon as he exits\n\n\\\u003eThen when he's safely pinned down by her mass she'll confess her undying love for him\n\n\\\u003eOh how long she's waited to do this! Years of watching him by the sidelines too scared to make a move like some frightened little kitten\n\n\\\u003eThe closest she ever got was when she gave him a tiger stripe shirt to wear as a birthday present, she hoped he would get the hint but he just thought it was a platonic gift\n\n\\\u003eWhatever, as soon as he exits the bathroom she'll pounce him in the hallway and finally take him as hers\n\n\\\u003eCarefully dodging a few puddles on the floor she stealthily sneaks beside the door to the mens room facing the entrance to the pool\n\n\\\u003eWhen he exits he'll try to go right back to try and finish his shift, then with his back turned she'll be in a perfect position to make a move\n\n\\\u003eShe casually leans against the wall and waits...and waits...and waits\n\n\\\u003eAnd...the door opens!\n\n\\\u003eAnd now he's walking back to the pool, perfect\n\n\\\u003eAs quietly as possible she sneaks up behind him, crouches slightly to be in perfect pouncing position, gets her paws out to grab him, does the classic cat butt wiggle, and...jumps!\n\n\\\u003eHer muscular legs propel her through the air and she's right on target\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches the apex of her jump and to her horror her target slips on a puddle of water in the hallway\n\n\\\u003eHe falls forward on his belly and with her current trajectory she'll sail right over him\n\n\\\u003eDamnit!\n\n\\\u003eAt least she might be able to land and make up an excuse for why she nearly hit him\n\n\\\u003eThe tigress prepares to land but her feet have no traction when they hit the ground, the whole damn hallway feels like it's coated in grease\n\n\\\u003eWith her sizable mass and momentum she tumbles forward and continues sliding on the wet ground, her claws trying to find purchase in vain\n\n\\\u003eThe pool looms closer and still she continues forward\n\n\\\u003eWith one last desperate movement she digs her claws into the ground and they screech against the floor in an attempt to arrest her slide into the pool\n\n\\\u003eBut it's no use, she hits the water with a splash and immediately begins flailing around as water fills her lungs\n\n\\\u003eWhy oh why did she just have to fall for a guy that works at a place filled with water when she doesn't know how to swim? What a cruel twisted fate has befallen her!\n\n\\\u003eHer lungs burn for air as she slowly loses the battle with the pool, her head eventually sinking below the water line\n\n\\\u003eJust when she thinks she's a goner there's someone shouting above and an arm reaches into the water towards her\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches out and grabs it by the forearm, the hand wraps around her own forearm and pulls her up and out of the water with a surprising amount of strength\n\n\\\u003eShe climbs out of the pool coughing water and sits by the edge catching her breath, whiskers drooping and fur soaked with water\n\n\\\u003e\"You okay?\"\n\n\\\u003eShe looks up towards the voice and sees her cherished lifeguard with a concerned look on his face\n\n\\\u003e\"Uhhhh....ya. I'm fine.\" She says with a cough. \"Who pulled me out of the water?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"That would be me. You gave me quite a memento back there, but they'll heal.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe brings his arm out so she can see it, there's several red claw marks across his entire forearm from when she gripped it\n\n\\\u003eThe sight almost makes her cry\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh my god Anon I'm so sorry I-I-I must have forgotten to put my claws in when you pulled me out. Oh my god I'm so sorry.\" She whimpers, hands on her cheeks\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't worry about it. You should consider yourself lucky I was there to get you out before you drowned. I'm going to go ahead and guess you don't know how to swim?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...No.\" She says with a sniffle, eyes now tracing the floor\n\n\\\u003e\"Well what about some swimming lessons? I could teach you, would you like that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I-I-I\" She stutters and stops, face growing hot and embarrassment flaring as she tries to find the right words\n\n\\\u003eEventually she gets up and begins walking towards the exit, desperate to get away from this terribly humiliating situation with her crush\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon I'm so sorry! I'm really not such a clumsy cat you have to believe me. Please forgive me!\" She yells before running off to the exit\n\n\\\u003eAnon looks at the waterlogged cat depart and scratches his head\n\n\\\u003eWhat a strange girl\n\n\\\u003eWho knows, maybe one day he'll work up the courage to tell her how much he really likes her\n\nPorcupine Cuddler\n\nA porcupine girl tries to make it as a professional cuddler. It doesn't go well.\n\n~600 words\n\n\\\u003ePorcupine girl loves humies, all her friends are professional cuddlers, decides to enter the cuddling market despite being totally inexperienced\n\n\\\u003eHer very first customer just so happens to be one of these professional reviewers\n\n\\\u003eHe suggests they lay on the couch to start off, motions for her to lay down first so he can lay on top of her\n\n\\\u003eShe has to awkwardly explain how she can't do that or her quills would ruin the couch so they just end up sitting side by side\n\n\\\u003eThey turn on the TV and it turns out her notflix subscription just ran out so they have to settle for public programming\n\n\\\u003eAn awkward silence develops but she's too shy and inexperienced to know how to break it\n\n\\\u003eAfter what feels like an eternity he suggests they move to the bedroom to continue the cuddling\n\n\\\u003eShe jumps up excited at the chance to turn this cuddling session around\n\n\\\u003eThey move to the bed and slip under the covers, laying side by side\n\n\\\u003eShe runs her nails through his hair and desperately tries to remember what all her friends told her to say to customers to make them feel at ease\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey Anon, you have really nice...uhh...you're just such a nice young man-I mean boy! You're such a nice boy. No, wait, you're a good boy, ya that's it. You're such a good boy Anon.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...thanks\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't mention it! And you have such nice hair. It's so smooth and uh, voluminous, and it's such a nice brown color. It really reminds me of, ummm, you know it's kind of like...dirt. But I mean that in a good way! You know dirt is important, it like, helps plants grow and things.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"...can you please stop?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Sure! S-sorry if I did anything to offend you. I-I didn't mean it.\" She apologetically stammers\n\n\\\u003eFor a brief moment they lay on the bed and she continues to hold him close\n\n\\\u003eThings seem to be improving with how relaxed he seems to be getting\n\n\\\u003eThat is until he gives a pained shout and scrambles off the bed, one of her loose quills having stabbed him on the foot\n\n\\\u003eShe desperately tries to apologize but he just puts his shoes on and stomps out the door\n\n\\\u003eShe checks cuddlr on her phone and sees a new review from the guy\n\n\\\u003e\"Without a doubt one of my worst cuddling experiences to date. Awful at small talk, awful at physical contact, and I left her house with a bloody foot and I only got called a good boy one time. One time! 0/10 do not use.\"\n\n\\\u003eFirst she's sad, then angry, then she eventually tries to get over it\n\n\\\u003eUntil it's been a week and so far no one has hired her to cuddle them\n\n\\\u003eThe fact that this one stinking humie ruined her chances of ever being a professional cuddler drives her up the wall\n\n\\\u003eShe makes a new account this time with the profile pic of a wolf and fake bio\n\n\\\u003eWaits until the same guy hires her\n\n\\\u003eLast time was a miserable failure, but this time she'll do better\n\n\\\u003eShe gets lessons from her friends, reads a mountain of books on human psychology and cuddling tips, watches hours of cuddling tutorials on youtube, buys a manequinn to practice her moves on\n\n\\\u003eThis time she'll show him just how affectionate porcupines can be, quills and all\n\n  \n  \n\n"}