Creation of Furries Ch 6
"He's not going to stop."
"He will. We just have to show him we're serious."
"General, you don't know him. He's changed. He's not the same-"
"Shut up, Sharp! Let me do my job, and I'll let you do yours. They've got a week, before we declare war."
"But sir, I can-"
"I said shut up! A week. Deliver that message, to your stupid puppy boy!"
"......Yes sir..."
"These freaks think this is a game. Well guess what?"
"......what...?"
"Game over, freaks."
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I was in a forest, surrounded by surreal forms. Each one was draped in glowing robes, that twinkled like stars. They all had familiar faces, but were blurry.
They all shifted into feral form, and ran. I just shifted, as if this were natural. We all ran, until we stopped in a clearing. The moon was incredibly large.
The main robed figure gestured to a ray of moonlight. It was strange, because I knew immediately it was for me. I exhaled and then watched my breath crystallize in the air. I held one of the crystals in my hand, and walked into the ray.
My entire body relaxed, and my feet left the ground. Suddenly, everything felt light, and distant. The crystal transformed in front of me, into a mirroring rose.
I felt something draw me to the source of the ray, so I looked to the moon. No, not the moon...
My Goddess...
I held out my hand, and suddenly my Goddess appeared in the avatar of an arctic fox. She smiled, and took my hand. With my free hand, I took the rose, and placed it in her hair.
She pulled me close, and kissed me. Her lips were soft, and cool, pressing against mine. Her hands slowly danced across my body, and I even allowed her to let them dance in specific places.
And then, they slid up to my ear. And she spoke.
"You are the one, Damien."
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The lights flashed, snapping me back.
I tightened my tie, and exhaled. The faces in the crowd were completely oblivious to what was going to happen. This wasn't going to be a party. Or some sort of reunion. This was it. The match that starts it.
I inhaled, closing my eyes. Then, I focused, and drowned out everything. The only sound that was left, was my heart beat. It was going at an anxious pace. Matched my feelings perfectly.
I switched sounds, and focused on the sound of my breath. Slow, but strained. Long, but choppy. Calm, but so nervous. I exhaled again, and opened my eyes.
"Excuse me, but we've been waiting for two hours. Start or we're leaving." I slowly looked over to the impatient reporter. He rolled his eyes, making me sigh. Here we go...
"Roll cameras." The squirrel on standby nodded, and started it up. I exhaled, and looked into the crowd. "Greetings people of America. I am Damien Carter. And you are not alone."
I bit my lip, trying to keep myself together. The words just kept pouring in my head, without a second thought.
"We were originally known as a pop culture fad named, 'Furries'. We'd dress up like anthro animals, and pretend we were what we always wanted to be. But, I really shouldn't say we. You see, I wasn't a part of it."
I bit my lip, trying to ignore their stares. "Excuse me? I could you take you more seriously if you weren't dressed so ridiculously." A few furries offstage rolled their eyes. I sighed, shaking my head.
"I'm not dressed in anything but this suit. If you'd let me get to that point in the story." I glared at that specific reporter, who just looked away. "Well, I was a scientist. I worked for the FBI. I was in charge of fixing a machine." None of them really seemed to be taking me seriously. Damn it... I quickly threw the podium in front of me aside. A few people let out a scream of fright. "This isn't a joke! I'm real! I'm not wearing a suit, this isn't 'movie magic', and it isn't a hoax! I'm real!" My claws slid out, and more people screamed.
Hands grabbed my arms, and pulled me back. I turned, and saw Luna. "Calm down..." I swallowed, dryly, giving a numb nod.
"Excuse me, Mr. Carter, do you really expect us to believe you?" Oh great, this guy again.
"Alright, maybe you didn't hear me. I'm real!" I turned to the side, and nodded to Veronica. She nodded back, and dropped a screen. "If you won't believe my words, believe this." Luna walked behind the screen, and it flashed, showing an x-ray of Luna.
"So? What are we looking at?" This guy seriously didn't believe anything.
"You are looking at my friend Luna's skeleton. And look. Actual bones. No plastic surgery, no fake anything. Real."
"How are we supposed to know that isn't just animatio-" I growled, silencing him.
"You know what? Since you're Mister Questions, and Mister Disbelief, come up here." He rolled his eyes, and walked up. I walked up to him, and crossed my arms. "Give me a cavity search." The man's eyes flew open, and he went to leave, but Simon walked out. "You want to say I'm not real? I'll prove it." I grabbed him, and yanked him offstage.
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Luna rocked back and forth on her heels, whistling. "Uh, so, uh, anyone else have questions?"
A reporter raised her hand, so Luna picked her. "Can we hear the rest of the story?"
Luna smiled, and nodded. "Sure. I'll read from his personal journal." She pulled it out, and paused. Her eyes had never stared upon the contents of this journal. She'd only sum it up for them. She exhaled and opened it.
Her eyes began skimming the paragraphs, and a smile spread across her face. All of these untold stories about Damien... Amazing... "Miss?" Luna jumped a bit, and almost dropped the journal.
"R-Right! Uh, let's see... Fixing machine, finally fixed it, beam shot out, made him black out... Woke up, and found himself covered in fur. Claws shooting out, hysteria, nurses attacking, desperate escape... Awoke with a hangover, spoke with lead scientist, left scientist, walked down alley, and went to feral form..."
"Feral? What would that be?" Luna looked over to Simon. He simply nodded, and leaned over. A definite crack sounded, as his spine shifted. His hands slowly shifted into paws, and his bones fell into their respective position.
"This is feral. Like an actual animal. We even have animalistic urges and thoughts." Simon shifted back, and shook himself, making a face. "I know Simon..."
"Continue?"
"Y-Yes... He saw a cat, and chased it up a fire escape... animal control woman saw him go up, and followed. He got away from her, and then found FurCon: it's a convention for furries... Anyways, he showed himself to us, and we wanted in. So, he snuck back into the FBI lab, and..." Luna bit her lip, staring at the ripped page. Hmmm... She shook it away, and continued. "Well, he got back, and changed me. And then, we began changing all of us..."
"And?" Luna simply shrugged.
"That's it." Truthfully, all the pages after that were written in a different language.
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I walked back out, buttoning my shirt. The reporter walked forwards with an entire awkward air around him. "Believe me now?" He slowly nodded, probably trying to get his bearings after seeing my penis. Wow. Don't say that everyday. "Uh, tell the public what you saw. Strictly business, keep it G rated."
He walked up, and looked to the crowd. "They're real." He fell forwards, fainting. People caught him, and the rest of the reporters leaped upwards, becoming an uproar.
I turned to Luna, and gave a cautious smile. "Here we go."
Reports have spoken of riots and protest rallies breaking out in the streets all over the United States. The general and the president are adamant in their decision to secede the entire west coast as the new Furry Republic of America.
It has been two months since the interview with Damien Carter, the new President of Furry-kind. It has been undecided what the general and- Wait, never mind! I am receiving new information that the United States of America has just declared war upon the Furry Republic of America! I repeat, war has been declared! War is-"
I jammed my finger on mute, and threw the remote across the room. Everyone was silent. As they should be.
"Are we ready for war?" Veronica looked to me, probably searching for answers. I wish I could give them to her. "I mean, we're all just normal people! We can't do this, can we?"
Simon got up, and walked to the window, slamming his fist against it. "Damn those fucking black tie, high collar government bastards."
Luna stepped towards him, and placed her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. "Simon..."
I sighed, running my claws through my hair. Everything sucks. This started as a dream. Something beautiful... More like a nightmare now...
Veronica walked over, and grabbed the remote. She took the mute off of it, and we all listened in.
"-will attack tomorrow morning. They will accept a surrender, as long as they turn over the President along with a small stolen device."
Veronica turned it off, and slowly set the remote down. "We-We can just-"
"I'm doing it."
Everybody spun towards me. "Are you nuts?!" Luna ran forwards, but I held my arm out, stopping her from coming any closer to me. "I won't let you do this! You will not-"
"It's not your damn decision! I don't see a fucking government for our country, so it looks like I'm all there is! And what else is there?!" I flung everything off my desk, and let out a blood raged scream. It slowly became a howl. Oh damn, it's been so long since I howled!
My vocal cords vibrated with the pain and agony I had experienced for the past few months. I tightened my maw, and increased the volume of my song.
Every second was bliss! It was beautiful! In every change of note, I heard a story! No, a ballad! A ballad of my life, in slow motion!
Pain emanated from every thought, but I knew I wanted to continue. It was beautiful in the most amazing way...
Then, slowly, more songs rang out. The howls of my people rose from every building and every street. Then, with a slow loss of effort, it dwindled in my vocal chords, and the vibrations slowed, until it ceased. Their howls quieted as mine did. Then it was silent.
I slowly panted, catching my breath. Then, I noticed everyone's stares. Now I finally had control back, and my thoughts leaped back to the conversation. "I'm doing it. Luna, execute Plan 696. Simon, gather every able hand, and create a recruiting office. They most likely won't remain true to their word, so I want guns at the ready." Simon nodded, and hurried off. "Veronica, make yourself useful however you can." She nodded, and went to leave, but, slowly looked back at me.
"Don't die, cloud boy." A small smile touched both of our faces. The little snake was reading my journal... At least it brought a smile to my face. Veronica gave one last look before she disappeared out the door.
"Are you sure?" I slowly turned to Luna, who just leaned against the window. "Plan 696 means using him. And we aren't even sure if he's stable." I nodded, and then gave her a small smile.
"I'll see to him. And Luna?" She looked up, seeing my smile. "Stay safe, beautiful."
She blushed, before staring out the window, distantly. I stepped out the door, and went off to meet 696.
"So, they sent you to get me. Finally."
"Hello 696."
I sat on the stool in front of the interrogation window. He just sat there, watching me. It was hard to believe a wolf with a broken arm was as powerful as his file said he was.
"Can we get on with this? I have somewhere I have to be."
"Yes, the battle..." He raised an eyebrow, but shook it off.
"Well, after the war." This time it was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Right..." I bit my lip, looking around.
"So, the war... How far into it?"
This guy was getting on my nerves. "They just declared war on us not too long ago." He distantly nodded. "I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"Who are you?"
He looked at me, and smiled. "I'm like nothing you've ever seen. And I'm only saying these words because you told me I'd say these words."
"Wh-What? I never-" He put a finger to his lips, and smiled. I looked away, biting my lip.
"Tell me, Damien. How is Luna? Are you two together?" What?! I slowly turned back to him. He was smiling, staring at me with those creepy golden eyes.
"How do you know about Luna?" He smiled wider, and leaned forwards. I unconsciously jumped back, which only encouraged him.
"I know many things about you, Damien Carter. Oh, you might want to answer that." My phone rang, immediately. He motioned for me to answer it.
I raised the phone to my ear, cautiously. "Hello?"
"Damien! Get down here now!" Suddenly the building shook. "They're attacking now! I repeat, they are attacking, now!" I looked up at 696.
"Well? Go be a hero." I nodded, and suddenly the window shattered. My chair flew back. Ugh... Then 696 held an ebony sword out to me. "This is war."
"But a sword? Seriously?"
"You'll need it. Along with this." He tossed me a silver pistol. "I know you aren't a soldier, but you're a hero. Trust me, one day I'll explain everything." 696 smiled, and gestured to the door. Now go fight."
I'm a scientist... Right? Or... I'm a leader... Right? Or... I'm a hero...?
I looked to him, and all I got in return was a nod. I bit my lip, but nodded. It was time to fight. Time to be a hero.
I'm a furry.
I got up, and walked out the door.
And we aren't a bunch of pushovers.