Lament of the Hunted
My fur is your sin my blade - retribution your lust is offense and your death - absolution. (-(-"-)
The Fat Fur Flu (pt. 2)
This helped in everydaywork so much, that they even built a site to where all furs could enjoy being furs. and, that is our current time. i'm steve the obese warthog, and i hope you enjoyed the story, folks.
Struggle (Prolouge)
Killing us then skinning us for our fur. disgusting. after about a year of these atrocities, someone, had finally gotten fed up with it. his name was bradley, and he is the fur that fought back.
Becoming A Fur
And then i realised, "bloody hell, i'm a fur".
Fur Story: Book I: The Rise - Part I
The humans couldn't care less about the death of any fur, it's just written off and no one cares. no one except for the other furs. myself being of raccoon decent, and jack being of leopard, we have to stick together.
Fur Amongst the Dark
I stared at my tail, specs of the moonlight glistened the grey fur of my tail. quietly, i reached out my head to the small stream and gently drank water, afterward, in silence, i lay on my back and placed my paws behind my head.
Gods with Fur Sample - Yesterday's Trickster
He'd been dead before, and the last time, when he'd been caught in a steel trap after eating poisoned food, an old navajo man took his lifeless carcass home and skinned him for his fur.
"Man In The High Castle" Is Wrong and Unfounded
Article originally appeared in: [furred reich blog](http://furredreichblog.com/2015/11/22/man-in-the-high-castle-is-just-wrong/) i'll admit it: i was a history major, and the biggest reason i ever became one is because of my fascination with the third reich
unknown pleasurs (ch.1)
"teeth," he opens his mouth "nose," "fur," "come on, you gotta brush your...," i grummble."there, go," i reply. "okay, babe, watch for me at lunch, don't be stupid," jack retorts. "and you," he says picking jesse up.
unknown pleasurs (ch.1)
"teeth," he opens his mouth "nose," "fur," "come on, you gotta brush your...," i grummble."there, go," i reply. "okay, babe, watch for me at lunch, don't be stupid," jack retorts. "and you," he says picking jesse up.
Free-dumb...
Free-dumb... Shadows look like you as memories turn I look into the remains, watching worthwhile moments burn Rage takes me to a quiet corner to find my mind Among the clearly dark, I pull out past actions, all unkind The mountains...
Growth
#2 of vignettes this is an erotic sonnet in iambic pentameter with fat fur or classic fat fetish themes with a gay male subtext. this poem is a vignette that features the unrequited desires of an eager chaser and the chub of his dreams.