FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I was a little nervous about uploading this story to begin with, but I knew I needed to make some contribution to this site. Well, here it is. First chapter to this series... that I don't even know what I'm going to call yet xD. Chapter two will be out soon~

Please comment and rate so I can gets better ^^

The dawn was breaking as the black wolf awoke in his humble abode. Shirin's great muzzle sniffing out the normal scents of the make-shift house as he stretched his massive body. The 15-year-old flexed his rippling muscles to wake them from their slumber as he started dressing the best he could (he liked sleeping the way a wolf was supposed to, nothing but fur). The clothes barely fit his massive frame. He sighed and shook his head, 'Not much does though', he thought. After all, he was 7ft 10in of pure muscle, and still growing too. But he didn't mind it, he liked being big.

He smiled crookedly, looking himself over. His huge pecs were obvious in the tight black shirt, but at least his movements weren't ripping the fabric. However, pants were another problem; no pair he'd found could ever support his manhood, and he didn't even want to think what would happen if he ever got stiff in any pair. So instead, he wore a long, black, homemade, loincloth.

He walked into the house's living room, having to bend down to keep from hitting his head on the door frame. The living room was really nothing more than a refurbished garage, then again the "house" was nothing more than a refurbished warehouse. For the past thirty years there'd been nothing but war going on in the States and everywhere else. Nuclear bombs exploding in every nation, and no one really knowing why. Everyone did know something though, they had to hide to survive the torrent of battle. Although, the wolf didn't think about it; it'd always been this way to him.

As he straightened himself to his full height, grateful for the high ceiling, he saw the rest of his adopted family. He first laid his amber eyes on his best friend, Brooke. She was the prettiest human girl he'd ever seen. 17-years-old, and practically his older sister; she always tried to keep him in line. Even though she was almost two feet shorter than he (though by no means a push-over with her taut and limber frame), she still made it seem like she could beat him up whenever she felt like it.

She was sitting on their slightly neglected blue couch and wearing her normal Winter clothes, a black short-sleeve shirt and blue jeans. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders as she turned towards him with her gentle (at the moment at least) gaze. Her hazel eyes flickered over him slowly and she smirked, "Morning sleepy head, you sure you're not part bear? We thought you'd hibernate through Winter!"

Shirin chuckled, starting to sit down in his arm chair across from her and the couch.

"Ah Shiri, welcome to the new day, if be it slightly worn", Gwydion said as she smiled warmly, her emerald eyes shining with life that he'd seen 30-year-olds missing. The orange fox was wearing her beautiful green and flowing robes and sitting next to Brooke. Gwydion was his adopted grandma, at least 70-years-old (though you'd best not bring up her age), almost three feet shorter than he, and the nicest, if most stubborn, woman ever.

He couldn't help but smile at his nickname as he looked at the kind and wizened face of his rescuer. Gwydion had saved him and Brooke at the very young ages of 3 and 5, when their original home (a football stadium, somewhere in Kentucky, remodeled to be a fortress) was attacked and fell to raiders. She knew they were coming and tried to warn the electeds in charge, but they just thought she was a crazy old crone. If only they knew how wrong they were...

Gwydion knew they were coming from her mystic powers granted to her by her profession. She was a Druid, a powerful protector of the natural balance. As powerful as she was though, she knew she couldn't defend the place against so many raiders; no one Druid could. So she carried the two young ones here, about 30 miles from the stadium. She was only able to do that much because the two had no parents to resist her claim. Plus, she loved them dearly.

She had offered to teach both Brooke and him what she knew at a very young age, for she had known both of them their whole life. However, neither of them seemed to have the knack for it, and they developed their own professions instead. Shirin with... well... his brute force, and Brooke with any type of firearm.

"Good morning to both of you too." he said with a snicker. "So", he continued, "what's on the agenda for today?"

"Well first," Gwydion said, cutting off a reply from Brooke, "both of my children are going to eat some breakfast that I've made out of the kindness of my heart." She snickered, "After all, it'll take at least twenty minutes of dumping food into both of you before you're full. For you", she pointed at him, "Probably twice that."

Gwydion chuckled, Brooke was failing to stifle a laugh, and Shirin just rolled his eyes. He got up and pounced onto Brooke gently, knowing her weakness, and started tickling her. The Druidess laughed all the harder at that and Shirin jumped away before Brooke recovered.

"Alright, alright," Gwydion said while she finished laughing, "the food will get cold." She slowly got up with the help of her magnificent staff, looking to be of ivory but actually a sort of white wood, and headed towards the fridge with the stove next to it. All of it in the west corner of the room. The other two sat down, daggers flying at Shirin from Brooke's gaze for what he'd just done. He cowered slightly, feeling the little brother instincts kick in.

Gwydion turned back around with three plates magnificently balanced by her staff, hand, and nothing but the air. She couldn't help but laugh at the backwards sight while she delivered the meals. Shirin's meal nothing but seasoned and cooked sheep, Brooke's a balanced plate of eggs bacon and oatmeal, and Gwydion's made entirely of fruit.

They ate quietly, the tension between the two would-be siblings melting as they devoured the food. Shirin went back for seconds and thirds before he was full, and Gwydion smiled knowingly at that. Once they finished, the daily rituals started: Shirin standing watch while working-out (with a dummy he made) near the warehouse entrance, Gwydion reading her book of lore (Book of Ogma) while helping with chores, and Brooke doing chores and working out a bit of her own (push-ups and such in-between chores).

Nothing eventful happened the first part of the day. They ate lunch (the only plate different being Brooke's), got all the cleaning done, and soon it was time to switch watch. It was Brooke's turn, and as she headed outside with her AK-47 and twin pistols, she saw a big pile of wood broken to pieces. She saw Shirin and sighed, "What'd you do this time?", she asked.

He turned towards her and blushed slightly under her penetrating gaze, feeling embarrassed, "I-I... I hit it too hard.", He said while scratching the back of his head with his huge arm, the big pile was his work-out dummy.

She couldn't help but chuckle at something so big looking so cute. That didn't make it any better for him, and he blushed even more as she came over to him.

"You're relieved", she said in-between giggles, "Now go get some rest you big softy." She patted him on his broad chest; her laughter played out, "After all, Granny's got some snacks for you." At that his huge stomach rumbled and she started laughing again. Too embarrassed for words, Shirin hurried off to the house.

As he entered he saw how clean everything was and smiled, knowing Gwydion must've blown all the dust outside herself in minutes. The old fox turned towards him as he entered and smiled, indicating the now clean table adjacent from the couch; with his goodies. They were his favorite, tender ribs. He came up to her and picked her up in a massive hug, although he made sure he was gentle. She weighed next to nothing. She chuckled as he sat her back down on the floor.

"Maybe I should just have you carry me from now on, you seem up to the task.", She played; pinching his tight belly lovingly. He jumped at that and the Druidess laughed again.

"Now eat." she said while hugging him herself

He obviously didn't want to feel rude, he sat down and devoured the entire plate. Bones and all.

After his snack (what anyone else would call a meal) he and Gwydion were in the den, Gwydion reading once more, about to start supper, and Shirin doing his annual push-ups and such. Suddenly Gwydion tensed, immediately shutting her book. He felt her unease and stopped his push-ups abruptly. No sooner had both stood up when they both heard gunfire... and then a blood-curdling scream.