Preamble
#2 of Wh40k vs. Furries
Disclaimer:
Warhammer, Warhammer 40.000 and all it's assets are property of Games Workshop.
This is in no way or form endorsed by them.
This is a fan-fiction story, inspired by the animated shortfilm series Furry-Apocalypse by Flash-Gitz.
I took inspiration from that and spun it to involve my favorite Chapter.
I took several liberties with the lore as to bend it to my needs. Take it all with a buttload of salt and have fun with it.
Take it for what it is... WH40k paired with furry porn... Yaaay
Story contains:
lots of violence, as it is befitting a 40k story
lots of blood and guts
some strong language
loads of nakedness
sex, drugs, sadly as there is no sound, so no rock and roll
rape, counterrape
oral-, vaginal-, anal sex
tools and toys
some magic and transformation
some sort of sizeplay
no happy end, as it is befitting of a 40k story
This is my first forray into this, so please be gentle. I would be grateful for suggestions and critique, as long as they are constructive.
And to repeat myself: I know I have taken lots of artistic freedoms with the lore... so to all you hardcore tabletop warriors... please, just have fun... Thx
Synopsis:
Some poor Astartes' getting cursed and turn into anthropomorphic wolves and from there a story about atonement, desires, lust and despair unravels...
Round about 40.000 Words, 72 Pages in the rough-cut.
I'm not yet fully pleased with the layout and I would definitly need some grafics and a good font for initials and headers... havent found one yet... sad...
So there is the possibility, that I will update the story at one point or another, keep an eye out for journals where I will anounce that...
As always, spelling errors and gramatical failures are part of the charme :)
And now have fun!
W** H ***40k vs. Furries*
It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries, the Emperor has sat motionless on the Golden Throne of Terra. By the will of the gods he is the lord of mankind and by the might of his inexhaustible armies the ruler over millions of worlds. He is a decaying corpse, infused with misunderstood forces from the Dark Ages of technology. He is the decaying ruler of the empire for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his immortal sleep, the Emperor continues to watch forever. Mighty war fleets traverse the demon-haunted miasma of the Warp, the only link between distant stars, their path illuminated by the Astronomican, the psionic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies go to battle on countless worlds in his name. The most powerful among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines - bioengineered super warriors. At their side are thousands upon thousands of soldiers of the Imperial Army, countless planetary defense forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition, and the tech priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Yet their deeds are barely enough to keep the ever-present threat of xenos, heretics, mutants and worse at bay.
To live in that time means to be one among many billions. It means living under an unimaginably cruel and bloody regime. This is the history of that time. Forget the power of technology and science, for much has been forgotten, never to be learned again. Forget the promise of progress and enlightenment, for in the dark future there is only war. There is no peace between the stars, only eternal struggle and the laughter of bloodthirsty gods.