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Well hi there. Nixs the skunk and now writer. Amateur writer that is. Just a little multi chaptered story curtailing how i became a skunk. Its been proofread once or twice so any mistakes left are not my fault ^^. Any relavance to character names here are purely coincidental and may be changed later. All characters used within are (c) their respective owners and myself. Just ask if you want to use them.

The Traveller

Welcome to a world of humans and great monoliths; a place where the meek will never inherit the earth, and where greed and hatred rule. The wars that ravaged the earth as before continued still to this day. Hunger was no longer a problem

These humans are not unlike yourself in appearance. Only in character are they different. They have no fur, no multi coloured eyes, and no talons or claws. They desire everything, and what they now desire is your lives. They are the enemy of the furry world for this reason. Most would kill a fur on sight just for being alive.

The furs moved away from this part of the world and spread out into the remaining area by air, land and sea. Distancing themselves from the human world as they did so. Some chose to remain however and almost all were persecuted. Though most humans were evil in word and deed, a few would stand up and oppose the oppression of the furred ones. Most of these, however, ended up like their counterparts...dead.

This story is about a fresh-faced teenager who is about to take a long journey, and who is destined for great things.

The sounds of arguments erupting in the small hours of night were commonplace in my residency on Liska Drive. For as long as I could remember she would always get drunk at least two nights a week. As a child I knew when I heard her open her door I had to turn out the light, lest she were to come in and begin hurling abuse at me. It became worse during my teen years when my father left. She drank more, and became more aggressive. On more than one occasion I had to dodge flying cutlery, but was always prepared for her tantrums, so I escaped unharmed. The rage I felt for her I was unprepared for, however; and rather stupidly I kept this bottled up inside me.

As with all high-pressure containers, though, they eventually leak or explode...which is just what happened to me. I was at school. During the usual bickering and petty arguments that are commonplace in those places of hell someone would just touch me and then, like the snapping of fingers it would happen. Something would click inside me and before I knew it I would be out of control, throwing people and chairs across the room. It was useful, however, as it bought me fear, and with that fear came the respect every child likes to have.

One day I heard of a horrific beating that happened on a fur. I was appalled, and so complained to people about it, being as I am a gregarious person. Most people barely batted an eye lid and said something like, ''Got what was coming to him'. I was so gutted at the responses I got. What had happened to the "all people are born equal" ideals from the beginning? I decided to go more widespread, showing how far downhill we had gone as a species.

That's when I was discovered distributing leaflets on school grounds. It was against the school rules. No politics. Not now, not ever. So they suspended me. During my absence, those who had once feared me told the school board about my little outbursts. Needless to say, I was expelled.

My mother did not take it well, and that's when she began drinking at breakfast. I had a job as a shelf stacker at my local supermarket, so I didn't know. When I came back to get the key to the store I found her drinking. I didn't say anything, just picked up the key and slammed the door shut. I couldn't believe it, it was just so wrong. I felt the anger build up inside me and had to go to the men's room to let it out. When I finished work I took a bottle of vodka with me.

Ironic really, I thought as I took a huge gulp of the cold liquid, I was becoming like my mother

"No," I said "I'm not anything like her." I slammed the bottle down and went home.

It was late and I was listening to music. Why should I care about her trying to sleep? I had a job, only I needed the sleep. Then she came downstairs...

"What the hell are you still doing awake ... Nick?!" She shouted her slurred words at me.

"I'm up because I don't have to go to work tomorrow, and because I can. I have no school, so why should I be worried about going to sleep early?" I replied in a demeaning tone of voice.

"I know you've got no school you worthless piece of shit! You got expelled as I remember. You're just as worthless as your father." Her face contorted into that face I had seen all those times before.

"What did you say...? WHAT DID YOU SAY? Dad was a great man!'' I shouted at her feeling my rage rising inside me. ''He left because of you and your stupid drinking. He had something you could never have... he had honour." I grabbed the glass in her hand and smashed it on the floor.

"If anyone's worthless it's you!"

With those words I pushed her backwards. She stumbled before tripping and falling over a stool. The look on her face was a picture of surprise as she fell through the kitchen window.

The sound of the smashing glass caused numerous surrounding houses to light up. The occupants could sense it the summer's air. Something cold, evil even. Murder. Murder is what they smelt, and like ravenous dogs on the hunt they arrived in droves at the door. Then the sound of police sirens awoke me from my daze.

I was in trouble and I knew it. The adrenaline in my body made my heart pump faster. I thought my mind would explode with all the thoughts running through it. Then, at a knock on the door, my head cleared suddenly, like a rushing waterfall had drained through it. I knew what to do and I did it. The scene had gone through my mind over and over several times before this day. I took my wallet and rucksack, and went out through the broken window. Glass crunched underfoot as I walked past my mother's corpse. The summer breeze had already been enriched with the smell of her blood, of her death.

"Farewell, mother. It seems you lost in the game of life."

With those words I left her forever. I raced down the garden to the vine trellis at the end. As I began climbing I heard the door burst open. ''Search the place thoroughly boys he might still be hiding'' I heard a deep voice say. I heard voices shouting ''He could be in the garden'' as I ran past the old house where I used to play. The abode was as derelict now as it was back then. I looked up and could swear I saw something in the window...an old friends face maybe.

"No time to reminisce, Nick. Get your ass out of here!' I said to myself. I broke out onto the high street and continued running towards my freedom, which lay at the end. At the end of the high street was the river.

"Salvation!" I gasped as I took in gulps of air. I made my way down the steps to the riverside and spotted the boat I planned to make my escape in. I saw the shed with its broken slats. I climbed inside to look for the keys but they weren't there

"Fuck!" I said. "Contingency plan it is then."

I took a rowing boat and pushed it into the river, and then clambered aboard.

The sound of my boat being rowed down the river was eclipsed by the noise of the late night bars and restaurants that were situated on the river's edge.

"No one would be looking for a runaway teenager who had just murdered his own mother rowing down a river at night", I reasoned to myself. Unbeknownst to me, however, someone was watching. A lone pair of eyes spied my boat as it and it's occupant drifted into the darkness down the river.

I was jolted awake by a crunching sound. Slightly dazed, I opened my eyes. It was morning and I was face down on the floor of the boat. I looked up and saw, to my horror, a police boat in front of me. Stunned I said the only thing that came to mind.

"Crapfuck."

"You can say that again," said a broad shouldered policeman as he tossed his cigar into the river. "Let's see... one count of murder, one count of criminal damage, aggravated assault, breaking and entering and grand theft auto."

"Here Dave isn't this Nick, the furry lover. He got expelled for distributing pro furry leaflets"

"PRO FURRY!" boomed Dave, the large shouldered policeman. "I hate you pro furry people! You and those..." I saw his face redden and his fists clench together "...damned furries!"

I did something stupid then...very stupid. Looking at his nameplate I saw his name was Kerr.

"So am I under arrest then, officer Wang?"

"What did you just say?" A look of bitter evil in his eye as he said it.

"Wang Kerr... that is your name isn't it officer?" I said with a slight smirk on my face. The other officers laughed at this.

"Quit your laughing boys, or it'll be you in pink tutus in next weeks pantomime!" He shouted at them, rage dominating his voice.

He turned back to me and said, "Do you know what happens to murderers and furry lovers? They get executed with no trial." He grinned and licked his lips as he said it. The laughter of the other officers was the last thing I heard as a fist hurried its way towards my face.

When I awoke, I could feel my face throbbing. Fucker, I thought to myself. I tried to reach up to feel the bruise, but couldn't. My hands had been cuffed to railings, it seemed. I opened my eyes slowly, cursing the bright lights in the room. I blinked a couple of times, and then looked around when my eyes were ready to focus. I was in a hospital room. The beeping of a monitor drew my attention to a screen, which showed my heart and breathing rate.

"110 over 80...pretty good, Nick..."

"Ahh, you're awake, I see." A man in a white coat walked over towards me holding a clipboard that covered his face. "Sorry about the handcuffs. The officers insisted on them, I'm afraid."

"Well, I would have escaped or tried to, since I'll be executed..." I said with a hint of sadness in my voice.

The doctor lowered his clip chart to show black fur surrounding his face. He placed a finger over his mouth to signal me to be quiet as he saw the look on my face of excitement. He took out a key and undid the handcuffs then handed me my clothes and closed the curtain around my bed so I had some privacy. I put on my white socks; denim jeans white t shirt and Hawaiian top and then walked out of the curtains. The doctor was waiting for me on the other side. A policeman was lying sprawled out on the floor

"Very nice outfit you got there. Oh, and don't worry about him, I used Sodium penthanol. He's just sleeping," he said as I looked at the policeman on the ground. "Put this on and walk out down the fire escape. There are armed police officers everywhere else."

"Thanks," I said, "but who are you?" I put on the blue overcoat.

"You'll see me soon enough and we'll explain pretty much everything to you later. When you're outside head to the parking lot and look for a white van on the second level. Knock on it three times and say, 'Yaoi is gay.' Now, get going whilst I hide this guy."

I went out the fire escape, which was just to the right of my room. Clanking down the steps, I made my way to the parking lot. I saw a police van and behind a car as it drove past me. I decided to stay behind the cars so as not to be seen. Heading down a level, I saw the van stationed in an alcove under a broken light which flickered every once and again. I couldn't see anyone in the front seats, so I crept around to its side. I sauntered up to the van's side door and knocked three times.

"Yaoi is gay," I spoke to the side entrance of the van.

The door opened immediately, and a furry hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me in into the darkness of then van's interior. I heard a click, and a gentle glow permeated the darkness.

"Ahh, Mr. Bond, we've been expecting you!" Chuckled a gryphon.

"Name's Scarleth, by the way," he offered a talon, which I shook. "This here is Theorca, the orca." A light golden wing pointed towards the other side of the van. "He's an orca, as you can see. He's also the leader of F.A.P. That's Furries Against Persecution, and yes, he did choose the name for that reason."

"Thanks for the rescue and all, but, err...why did you rescue me? I mean, as grateful as I am, aren't I an enemy to the furry world?"

The orca replied, "Your people are the common enemy to both of us now, since you are now a fugitive on the run from the short arm of the law. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend,' and all that. Then there were those leaflets, which were very nice in my opinion. Those were very useful to our cause. So think of this as a way of saying thanks."

"A 'thanks' which cost me my future, though..." I said, slightly downheartedly, remembering the fun that I could have had at my university.

Three knocks at the door startled us. Then came a familiar voice.

"Yaoi is gay."

I opened the side door to see the black wolf still wearing his doctor's uniform, and holding my rucksack. As the light above him flickered I saw a mischievous grin on his face.

"Why the grin, Raven?" asked Theorca.

"Well it seems that one of the officers there liked me so much he gave me his number," he said as he produced a small piece of paper. He passed me the slither of paper along with my rucksack.

"Nice one Raven."

I took a look at the numbers written on the paper.

"Raven... this is pi to eight digits. It's a fake number." He took the piece of paper and tore it up as we laughed.

"Well, I think it's time we left this place. Buckle up everyone, you know how I drive." I could hear the grin in his voice as the engine hummed into life. "And we're outta here!"

The van screeched towards the ground floor of the parking lot. The black wolf turned towards me and said, "As you can see, we're all furs."

"Actually, I am an avian," contested the gryphon

"Sorry Scarleth, just generalising. Anyway, our group, Furries Against Persecution, is the head organisation of the furry world. Though there are many sub groups and then further sub groups of those sub groups. We have safe houses all over the world for persecuted furries, but, of course, how do you get information to the furs still out there among humans? It's almost impossible. So, we set up little operations like this one to try and rescue those we can without letting our presence be known. Then along came your leaflets. We implemented the idea and it worked brilliantly. All anti-furs just ignored them or ripped them without seeing what they had on them. Thanks to you, we have started a mass evacuation of furs and pro furs from all of the major cities. Were rallying them all towards war kid, and its all thanks to you."

"So, I guess you got me so you could torture me for info about the military then?" I asked with a hint of fear in my voice. The ideas of the human blood that would spill because of me crept into my mind. I dismissed them as I reasoned that they all deserved everything the bastards got

"Ve haf vayz ov making you talk, little von," said Raven grinning, in as real a fake German accent as I had ever heard.

"Can the dramatics, slut boy," said Scarleth.

"Slut boy?" I inquired slightly surprised at the nickname.

"You could say I sleep around. I'm a bit of a trysexual. I'll try anything

"Have you tried not being so god damned gay?" Snapped the gryphon, with just a hint of anger seeping into his voice.

"Hey, that was unnecessary," I said as Raven whimpered. I pulled him towards me so his top half was lying on my lap, and then began to rub his stomach. The sound of gentle moans filled the van. We continued on in silence for a while. Raven fell asleep long before I did. I opened up my bag and took out my CD player then fell asleep with Raven still in my lap.

When I woke up, Raven handed me a tissue. "Drool kid, on your shoulder"

"Damn it," I said, slightly annoyed. I wiped off the drool from my shirt before putting it in a small plastic bag. I noticed that Scarleth was gone and that the engine was no longer running. "Weird question, I know, but are we by any chance being carried by the gryphon?" I asked. Theorca replied from the front seat

"Yep. He had to spread his wings a bit. Anyway, how else would we get back to Australia?"

"Australia? Are you serious?" I said in an unbelieving tone.

"Home of F.A.P. of course. Where did you think we'd put it, Nick, America?" Raven ruffled about a bit through a folder lying on the floor of the van before pulling out a form.

"Just a few questions, Nick"

I looked down at my lap and said "Sure. What for, though?"

"Employee of F.A.P. form," he replied matter-of-factly. "Age, gender, species, and orientation?"

Not expecting these kinds of questions at all, I answered, "Well, I'm eighteen. Birthday was on May 20th. I'm male, obviously, bi, and human."

I saw his ears twitch at the 'bi' statement, and then he replied, "Human for now, kid."

"Huh?" was all I could say.

Theorca replied, "He means that since your old life is effectively over, we could change you into a furry, like us."

"I'm in. Nothing you could say would make me change my mind. This is just so damned cool...it's like a dream come true. I want to be a skunk with a big old floofy tail.'

"Sure kid. I'll get the tech guys on it right away once we get back. In the mean time you may as well go back to sleep. There's a pink liquid in a bottle back there. Drink that and you'll be out in no time.'

I drank the potion and felt its effect immediately. The last thing I heard was, "Aww, he's so cute. I'm gonna snuggle with him."

When I awoke, there was a bundle of fur on me. By the feel of things he was humping my leg. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Flowers and a movie first Raven, flowers and a movie first." The wolf woke up at the mention of his name. "Is my bisexual slutty black wolf with a silver earring having fun?" I asked jokingly.

"Huh? Wha?" were the first things he said as he surveyed his surroundings. Then he realised what he was doing. "Yipe!" He said as he leapt off me. "I'm really sorry...I...I...I'll go sit over here now." Looking dejected, the black wolf began to move away, when I grabbed him and pulled him back on top of me.

"You're not going anywhere," I said and kissed him and felt his bulge against my crotch.

"Say, what's the time, Mr. Wolf?" I asked coyly.

"It's 1'o clock...time for lunch." He kissed me stronger as his hand reached inside my pants.

"Kree! We're here," came a voice from on top of the van. I shuddered at the noise, and as Raven got off of me, taking his hands out of my pants. We left the now, very dirty van together.

I looked in front of me. I had finally arrived.