FSE

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The forth chapter in the pine grove series

Ok first, don't steal my work and try to pawn it off as your own; it's not that good anyway so why go through all the trouble?? Please be kind about grammatical errors. If you find them let me know and I will try to fix them, and if this story is something you like please rate and post a comment, comments let me know if I should continue or not.

A quick author's note ' means that the furs are speaking where as " means that English is being used.

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It's strange to think back at all the times I did exactly as I was told, or asked, and never once did I say no, or think about my actions. I would do everything my parents told me to do, blindly. Except for my fascination with furries, that is something they could never beat out of me. Charles tried a time or two, or twelve. But no matter what he did I would always be right back on the computer or lost in a fur-friendly novel, or sketching whatever was trapped in my subconscious at the time.

Maybe it was all the times Charles had hit me, maybe it was the back breaking work of the farm, or maybe it was the release from human constraints that made me strive so hard to do exactly as they wished. I would train my mind to get used to the new body, the subtle movements that were needed to avoid injury; the hassle to grasp a pencil again, the agony of sitting on ones tail. All new experiences and all quickly learned to avoid. I worked hard, I trained hard and I slept hard. If it was not following strange commands from Tele-skunk, as I had come to know him as, It was attempting to perform what used to be normal tasks without making a huge mess or injuring myself.

*Insert long montage of basic rituals and funny mistakes here* In what I am sure was way too long, I finally had most of the basics down from walking to a long gate, Not very useful in my small cabin, and combing my fur twice a day. To the new pleasure of learning to walk and do ANYTHING with a tail that had a mind of its own. But the smallest issue that I quickly learned to live with was the fact that without my fur I would be completely naked. Not that big of an issue except when my daily lessons were taught by Moonlight, again as I had started referring to her, as she had as of yet to tell me her name.

Let me be the first to say that fur and a tail make a lot of things harder, for instance, using a toilet to relieve one's self gets ten times harder with a tail that wants to fluff up and dart around, plus waste and fur tend to like to cling together. And now that I have that image in your head, let me explain this nice little tool that was provided to me for just that. It looked a lot like a back scratcher but with a dog fur brush attached where the scratcher would be, but it also seemed to excrete a strange liquid that made the task way easier than toilet paper.

So here I sit with nothing on but my fur, not a mirror in the whole place to see myself with, a tail that thinks it is hilarious to trip me, and a Franken-brush. Staring at a fur and eraser marked up page growling under my breath as I once again attempted to draw my pencil box. It should have been an easy task; I had done it a million times... back when I had thumbs. In a bit of a rage I had thrown said pencil box, and broken the lid, which of course just made me angrier, not the best thing to be when you have claws, and a wooden floor...

I did not blame them for what had happened to me, I had wished for this time and again. I was just so upset with myself for not being able to do anything. But I had to be careful, as I grew more accustomed to my body I realized that I was stronger, I could see much more detail, and I could smell everything. The last was not as great a blessing as I still had not gotten my shower and I smelled of sweaty fur, and old rage. I kept telling myself that maybe tomorrow I would get my shower, maybe tomorrow I would get to see Moonlight, or the elusive wolf would I had still not seen since I was captured.

"Maybe tomorrow... Maybe tomorrow... Yeah and maybe tomorrow I will grow wings or wake up back in my old room."

"Do you wish to leave?"

Ahh good old Tele-skunk, always there to ask silly questions and make me feel the fool.

"No, I would probably be shot for my fur if I ever did go back. I'm just wishing for a hot shower and it seems my teeth are on edge today."

"That's understandable, your ... transformation is finally complete and you are quickly getting the hang of what you need to know in order to be a civilized fox."

This was new. Tele-skunk usually just gave me short to the point answers or blinded me with light if I was being stubborn. Might as well go for a long shot and push my luck as it were.

"Do you think I could have a shower so I can smell like a civilized fox? I smell like something the cat dragged in."

"Umm. Let me check with your captors and see what they think. I should have an answer in a cycle or two."

This was great news even if the answer was no, that still meant that I was worthy of asking for basic necessities. Sure I was provided food and drink without asking for it, and I did have a rather well lived in cabin. But there are just somethings a man needs and I needed a shower. Well that was not all I needed but with constant video surveillance and the random entering and leavings of Tele-skunk and whatever other way they had to keep tabs on me, It was not prudent nor likely that I would be able to take care of that anytime soon. At least I had enough control to hide my member if it decided to pop out of its sheath when it should not have. For the most part that issue could be pushed off unless of course Moonlight or the wolf decided to enter my chambers again, that's when I would have to scramble to find something to cover myself up with, usually with Moonlight giggling at me or attempting to hide a blush from me.

This was new. Usually I was left alone in my cabin/cell and that's how this morning started, I woke up did my morning ritual and then started looking through my sketchpad to see how many pages I had left. After I had inventory of them I started on my pencils and inks I was running low on black I remember and brown for some reason, but that was fine once I was out I could always just use pencil or start a fire in here and use the charcoal for my work. Halfway through deciding how best it would be to build the fire and keep it controlled in such a small area when a noise made my ears perk up. It was a new noise and an old noise at the same time. It was the sound of claws scampering over wood. Now I had gotten used to the sound of my claws on the 'floor' but this almost sounded like something climbing up the wall on the outside of my cabin.

I stopped what I was doing and did my best to track the noise up the wall then onto the roof across the roof then down the opposite side of my cabin. I entertained the idea of a squirrel somehow getting taken when we left earth and only now running around, but pushed it off as probably something new my captors were trying just to see how I would react. I figured I would just ignore it till they got bored and stopped. Boy was I wrong. Next thing I know one of my windows that only showed white was quickly opened and something careened inside, I could see what looked like a pile of cinnamon fur with patches of dark chocolate like fur thrown in with a flash of white and red tossed in as well.

I stood up and approached the writhing mass cautiously, Not knowing if it was friend or foe. It must have heard me moving because the next thing I know there was a loud hiss, and what I thought was "Fuck" but I'm not too sure because the next thing I knew I was flat on my back as the thing contorted itself to hold me down and still have one hand (paw?) free. I looked up and met what I would only describe as angry cold blue eyes, framed by red hair, staring straight back at me. My mind for some reason caught that this creature had four black spots under its left eye before it started chittering and growling away at me. After a few second of just lying there I finally spoke up.

"Um excuse me, I'm sure I'm interrupting but I do not understand what you are saying, do you speak English?"

It paused tilted its weasel like head and regarded me with those eyes again. Seconds slipped into minutes that felt like hours and I laid there wondering if this thing was going to speak to me or rip my throat out. Finally with a visible and palpable shudder it twisted and was standing at my waist offering me a hand (paw?). I accepted the help and regained my feet. As I took my hand back from the creature I noticed that mine dwarfed it's hand, noticing this I took stock of this creature that stood in front of me. The first thing I noticed was that like me it was completely nude except for its fur. The next thing I noticed was breasts, and the visible lack of a sheath. Finally I brought my eyes back to her's, because she was obviously female. I regarded her face, her cream colored muzzle that ended in a pink nose; The way her red hair came to just under her ears and then tasseled off almost like the mane of a lion.

"Like what you see?" she asked with a slight giggle.

"So you do speak English I was worried for a moment."

"Yeah, sorry about earlier I thought you were one of the natives."

Her voice had the slight hint of a Scottish accent, though it was just barley there.

"As you can see," Shane said as he placed a digit under his collar, "I am a captive here."

"Yeah, I said I was sorry..." She said with a sigh.

"Sorry, let me introduce myself, my name is Shane. May I inquire what your name might be??"

"I prefer to be called Mango. How long have you been here?"

"Im not sure, its hard to calculate the time with no view of the sky."

"That's true... so how about I help you out of that collar, I should be able to figure it out and get you out of it."

"I would be most happy to have this thing off."

Just as Mango placed her paws upon the cool metal collar all the lights went out and a shrill siren echoed through the cabin. Mango jumped back and out the window, Shane was left there staring as the shock came again to knock him to his knees. As the lights dimmed he heard the door open once again, and he could swear he saw a shadow climbing up the wall.