The Creation of Furries Ch. 1

Story by Serge Aaronson on SoFurry

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This is the start to a series I was working on. I wanted to make my own story of how Furries came into the world.

Hehe, clouds...


.....And this wire goes.....No, that's not it....here? Uh.....No.....what abou-Gah!

I recoiled in pain, gripping my fingers. I hate tinkering with this machine. It always seems to find a way to-"Aww, I missed it?! I was hoping I would get to see you in more pain." And that, was my lovely, and I use that term very loosely, assistant, Veronica. Of all the people I had to get stuck in the lab with, Sharp makes it her. Even though he's the lead researcher, I still can't help but see clouds in his judgement. And by clouds, I mean breasts.

Veronica slowly made her way down the stairs. "Hey, are you done fiddling with that stupid machine?! I wanna go home!" I sighed, and kept working on the motherboard. "Hello? Anyone home? Of course not. You've always had your head in the clouds." And no, this time, I don't mean breasts.

"Listen, Sharp wants me to fix this old invention of his that never worked. He doesn't want us to go down to a bar and drink ourselves until we're laying in a bed with some stranger." My fingers kept fumbling with the wires. Damn my father's large hands.

"Well, it isn't always with a stranger. Remember that night?" Way to stick my head back in the clouds. And yes, this time, I do mean breasts. It had been a night filled with sweat, vodka, and candles that smelled like feet. In other words, a strangely good day. "We could have that night again." I glared at her, my answer being rhetorical. She sighed, stepping away from my work table.

I moved the wires away, and looked closer. The motherboard seemed to have a symbol on it, but it wasn't complete. Now that it occurred to me, the wires seemed to be specially colored, matching the icon. Maybe, if I could fit them in the right posi-"Please?! I'll do oral, anal, full on vaginal; I don't care! Just, please, let's do something-" I fit two cords into place. "besides tinker-" I slid the next two in, connecting all of the current wires. "-with that stupid-" I fit in the last two wires, a button coming out of the side. "-machine!" I pressed it.

The entire machine began to light up. "No way!! I did it!?" An electrical charge began to bounce around the machine. "Woo!!" I ran up to Veronica, hugging her. I backed up, grinning. "I fixed it!" The charge shot out of the machine, shooting into my back. I screamed in pain, falling to my knees. I clenched my eyes, the lights becoming to unbearable. Every inch of my body screamed.

My face felt like it was being stretched out by my ears. My legs felt crippled, bending in ways that were terribly painful. Then, my spine felt like it was being ripped from my body. The pain was too unbearable. I began to fall over, feeling wrapped in the warmth of death....

Wait a second, aren't you supposed to get cold when you die?

Pain was still frequent, but it was a dull pain. If anything, it helped me know I was alive.

"Mister Carter? Damien Carter?" It was a struggle to even open my eyes. The pain was intense, but I'd live. I slowly opened my eyes, almost closing them at the bright lights. I forced them open, and took in my surroundings. I was in a hospital, with a nurse standing by my bed. "Hello? Okay, Mister Carter, we're going to take you back to your laboratory, with private nurses, due to your, uh....special, situation." Special? Oh, she's giving me sedative. She's closing my eyes. Hey, nice pair of clouds.

This time, opening my eyes wasn't such a hard task. I was greeted with the same generic gray ceiling that we've had for years. I'm glad to be home.

"Dammit, Carter. What are we going to do with you?" I sat up, looking to the voice. Sharp sat in a chair, looking tired. I sighed, scratching the back of my head. At least I'm not bald. "I'm glad you fixed the machine and everything, but..." He pulled out a hand mirror. "Here."

I reached out, and froze. My hand was covered in fur. Why was it covered in fur?! I snatched the mirror, and stared at my face. A wolf stared back at me.