HUGE Auctions on FA and SF!
It's auction season as we prep for midwest furfest! they're falling out of the sky, like snowflakes in a blizzard! (i always wait for the january snowflakes. the december ones aren't ripe.) wanna bid on some twisted, fairy tale fun!
Collared on the con floor
This short story was originally posted to twitter serially as a run up to midwest furfest 2017 (https://twitter.com/virotesttubead/status/934864591452024834). by popular demand, i am posting it here lightly edited as one continuous piece of text.
Snow Day in Door County — Chapter 1: Tigers and a Polar Bear, Oh My!
He decides to let loose and have some fun at midwest furfest. at the convention's hotel bar, he meets lewis, an amur tiger fursuiter. lewis is charismatic, flirtatious, muscular, and shares ullr's interests.
A Coyote Called "Bluebird"
This story was published in the midwest furfest con-book. it's a tribute to those who make the music that gives life more meaning. i'm from here in chicago--near north side, but you'd never know it by looking at me.
Chapter 15: Third Strain
“either of you remember hearing about the gas attack on the midwest furfest con in 2014?” i asked. “that was this guy?” daniel asked, raising his eyebrows. i nodded. “david alkin.” i said.
Lunch and a Fill-up
This story originally appeared in the conbook for midwest furfest 2011. this was my attempt at a story in keeping with the theme of that convention, "route 66".
On a Trial Basis pt.2 (WIP)
Oh, and i'll be at midwest furfest. elliot heaved the laundry basket through the glass door. the stale and artificially floral scented air of the laundromat was a welcome respite from the chilly night.
Furry Coke Bottles
(although fsl was only started two years prior, and was not as big and notable as midwest furfest).
A Contractually Obligated Christmas
For midwest furfest. we've been over this like, a million times." “haven't you already been there, though?" valyrym tilted his head. “in reality, yes. but in the christmas story verse-" valyrym held up a forepaw. “let me stop you right there.
Another Stupid Christmas Story
When the clock struck midnight, and the calendar rolled over to december 1st, he was seated in the hotel bar of midwest furfest. at midnight, the coyote was drinking a hideously blue abomination, and regretting it immensely.