Furry Dreams
#3 of Furry Dreams
A Furry Story
Written by: Ashura L. Kusanaga
[Author's Note: I had a vivid dream, and this story is the dream, and then some. However, this is also the end of the dream and the beginning of my imagination. Bare with me, that this is probably not going to be my best story I have written.]
"I have money, Ash" Sam said to me in private later that week. I told her everything beforehand, that my father had said. I blinked several times, before saying anything.
"How much?" I asked. This could be an answer to our pack's problems.
"I have seventy-five dollars or so saved up from some birthdays and other things" she smiled. I closed my mouth before she noticed. I was in shock. Never had anyone, even other Furries given us or me money.
"Samantha, that would be perfect!" I said hugging her and beginning to purr without thinking. She willingly returned my hug, and went to get her money.
"Who is the girl again?" my father asked. Both he and my mother were listening intently. The twins weren't in the room and probably watching "The Purple Scaly".
"Her name is Samantha, and she wants to help us in our situation" I said for the second time. My mother seemed delited until she saw my father's expression.
"Let me get this straight... your friend, Sam, has money... seventy-five dollars to be exact... and she wants to give it to us? No," he said gruffly. "No way no how, are we Kusanaga's going to accept help from another even in times of desparation."
My father has a way with words... especially being calm but forceful at the same time. My mother wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything just yet. My mother also has a way with words as well... it just takes her a bit longer.
"Dad, I wasn't deaf when you and mom discussed our money problems... especially when you mentioned not being able to find a job" I said.
"Ash is right, Jimmy... he heard all of our discussion earlier this week," my mother finally said. "What if you can't find a job in time? We could use that money."
"And plus, dad, we've broken Kusanaga clan traditions before and no one from the clan has come to smack our paws" I said remembering those few times dad broke some traditions. This wasn't exactly the smartest thing to say but at the same time it was. My father recalled those times.
I am old enough to remember those incidences as well. None of them were against laws or morally wrong, like stealing or yiffing a relative, respectively. They included a few things:
The first tradition-breaking was my father seeking a mate outside of the Kusanaga mating season. We Kusanaga are allowed to mate whenever, but a male seeking a female is only allowed during the tenth of what humans call "March" and the twenty-nineth of the same month.
The second broken one was when my father once and only once questioned our clan leader, Sakura Kusanaga. He isn't really related to us, but he's older than my father's father, who no longer is alive. I think the punishment was more subtle than you would think. My father was just simply embarrassed after he'd realised what he'd done and apologized.
The final tradition broken wasn't anything really bad at all. My father had recieved a box of detergent from someone and he gave it to my mother, so we could do laundry one week. He didn't realise it at the time, but he'd unconsciously broken another Kusanaga clan rule: Do not accept help from another except your own family. See? Not so serious.
"Remember the detergent, dad?" I asked. "That is just like this situation."
My father thought about it long and hard. Finally, after a minute or so, he agreed.
"All right... all right, we'll accept help from your friend..." he said.
"Hey, Ash!" Sam called from the driveway. I heard her and rushed out of the door, and down the steps. During the few weeks I'd known Sam, her ankle was getting better, but she still had her crutches just in case. She was standing there with her crutches under one arm, her left ankle with an "Ace Wrap" around it, and she was actually putting some pressure on it.
She held out the money, and handed it to me.
"I counted the money twice... twice because I thought I had about seventy-five dollars, but when I counted the two times... I have two-hundred dollars" she said excitedly. My jaw dropped, and she pushed it up. That and the new amount of money made me smile greater.
"I talked to my parents, and they weren't going to accept your help before, but I convinced them otherwise" I said. She smiled, and nodded.
"Ashura?" my father called out. I ran back up the stairs, and into the kitchen. I handed the money to my father.
"There... all two-hundred dollars" I said estatically but calmly. My parents' eyes went wide.
"Oh my goodness, Ashura!" my mother said joyfully. My father held the money and stammered.
"Two-two-two-two-hundred... two-hund-hundred dollars!" my father said, equally estatic.
"Oh, honey... we just have to meet this girl!" my mother was brimming with happiness. At that, my parents made their way outside. At the same time, I froze stock still.
"Wait!" I said after regaining my composure, and hustling out the door.
Too late...
"Who are you?" my father asked. My parents were on the porch looking down the brief steps at Sam.
"I'm-" Sam began.
"That's Sam..." I said making my way down to her. My mother held her paws to her mouth to cover her teeth as she bared them. My father did not however cover his mouth while baring his teeth. Sam backed up, and stood behind me.
"I... will... not... accept... help... from... a... a human!" my father roared.
"She's compassionate to Furries, father!" I said calmly but to no avail.
"Your father was fired!" my mother said slowly making her way down to Sam, and so did my father. "By a compassionate human in the last town we lived in!"
I knew my parents were territorial, but this was riddiculous. I held out my arms to protect Sam in any way. She and I continued to back up slowly down the driveway. And my parents followed, still angered.
"Leave now, human... or we'll force you to leave!" my father growled. Sam was so frightened, she moved even slower down the driveway with me. At the least I wanted to protect her until she was out of my parents sight.
"Leave, human!" my mother roared, as she leapt at Sam. My mother's patience had snapped. Apparently, she'd been waiting for Sam to leave, but Sam hadn't been fast enough.
Sam saw my mother leaping at her and screamed.
"No!" I roared. I moved both Sam and I back far enough so my mother's pounce missed. "Mother! Father! This has gone far enough!"
My mother paid no heed, and charged at Sam. My father just kept advancing. I put out my paws to stop her, and my mother and I locked paws in a test of strength.
"We have dealt with humans while you were too young to do so, Ashura!" she growled. I fell to one knee, and was losing concentration. My mother was just too strong.
"No! Don't hurt him!" Sam cried out. That was enough. Hearing Sam care about me, gave me strength. I slowly stood back up, and balanced the test of strength. Then with another burst of strength, I pushed with all of my might, and shoved my mother backward. She rolled backward, head over heels, and landed in a crouch.
"How dare you!" she growled. It took a moment for my father to realise what I'd done... and I as well. My mother was all right, but my father ran at me.
"How could you!?" he roared, swiping downward at my face. His claws were out, and his paw connected with my face.
"Ashura!" Sam cried. I had closed my eyes just in time. But that still didn't stop my father from opening a long cut from the right side of my forehead to my right cheek. I held a paw to my face as the searing pain began to take place. I could still hear my father's breathing and my own breathing, both haggard.
"Never again, father..." I said removing the paw, and opening my eyes. I was looking down, and saw fresh blood, my blood, on the ground.
"I didn't mean to..." my father growled calmly. A familiar feeling began boiling up inside of me... not like the bubbling feeling of fapping, but the bubbling feeling of something more simple... rage. Blood continued to drip down my face onto the ground. Before I could stop myself, I shoved my father to the ground. And then I grabbed one of Sam's crutches, and raised it over my head.
"Ashura! Don't!" Sam cried out, hugging me from behind. Her voice, let alone her touch, calmed me down. I lowered my arms beside me, and dropped the crutch. The fear and anger in my father's eyes told me something. His expression was that of Sam's words... Don't.
"Good bye, family..." I said turning away from my family, and down towards the road. "Sam, get on my back."
Sam got onto my back, and I held her legs while she dropped her other crutch, and wrapped her arms around my chest.
"Ashura!" my father said angrilly. "Get back here!"
I paid no heed to his words, and continued down the driveway towards the road. Tears began to slide down my face fur, and the tears on my right, mingled with the blood.
"Ashura, please come back!" my mother cried.
More tears flowed freely. I didn't stop or turn around.
But I continued down the road, and across the bridge.
[Author's Note: This is the end of the dream, but I will write beyond it. However, I would like some suggestions for the next chapter.]