Furry Dreams
#14 of Furry Dreams
A Furry Story
Written by: Ashura L. Kusanaga
[Author's Note: This was a hard chapter to write. The reason, or reasons I had a hard time were based on the chapter itself, not from IRL things. Know that something was already in motion that cannot be changed.]
"One question before I go to my children: How long do you 'think' you've been here?" He asked quizzically.
The question was a hell of an answer. "How long do I think I've been here?" I wondered.
It was strange. His question was an answer, but not the one I wanted. I wanted to know how long I'd been held in captivity. My entire family has been in this new facility for three years.
That was my answer. According to Docter Adams, I had been here for three years. But that didn't mean it was the truth.
"Guard?" I called. I used the built in intercom system. The no-button feature must've drove the security center guards crazy being able to hear and see everything all the time. About ten or so seconds later, a soldier came up to the hallway intercom.
"Yes? What is it?" he asked. He was not the one I was looking for.
"Can I speak to another guard? The Nubian-skinned one?" I asked.
The soldier regarded me for a moment. Something told me he was curious as to why'd I'd bother to ask for a specific guard. He shrugged, then called for a soldier named "Jacobs" over his earpiece.
The soldier that saved me from the abusive guard after I was captured came around the left corner, and dismissed the other guard.
"What do you want, Ash?" the soldier asked.
"You remember when I was captured? I was wanting to know something..." I said. He looked around, and opened the meal slot.
"What is it?" he whispered.
"How long have I been captured?" I said in hushed tones.
"I don't know if I can help you in this matter, Ashura."
"It's not like I'm asking to be broken out, sir."
"Well, I remember that Docter Adams said-"
"Yeah, I know... 'How long do you think you've been here'."
"About three months."
I was in shock. I was truely hear for three months? It felt much much longer. But I wondered. If they were doing surgery to me and my other family members, then how could I heal so fast?
Then it happened. I heard an echoing voice in my head, whispering.
"Escape... run from here... do whatever you have to do to get out..." said the voice in my head. I immediately became frantic.
"Where's that voice coming from? Did you hear a voice saying 'do whatever' and all that?" I asked, as I was quickly looking around with caution.
"I didn't hear anything... are you okay, Ash?" asked the guard. The voice started in again.
"Run... run, run away! Escape! Do whatever to get out!" it commanded again.
"Stop talking to me! Tell me, guard, where's that voice coming from?!" I growled softly. The guard knew something was up. I saw him run down the hall shouting about "Number Five is freaking out", or something like that.
By the time docters, nurses, and several guards got there, I fainted. It was typical. I would experience something traumatic, then faint.
I found that when I regained consciousness, I was in a different chamber and bed altogether.
"Wake up... wake up, Ashura" said a familiar voice. It was very close. I sat up from my bed and threw off the covers. The voice wasn't in my head. A relief.
"Who's there?" I asked out loud. I looked in every direction. The whole place was the same. Which ever the case, I did not see my parents, nor were the twins to be found anywhere either.
I noticed two things- there weren't any cameras or intercoms that I could see. Perhaps it was just a change in security? Or maybe a trust in my judgement to not escape?
Secondly, I saw a figure a foot or so behind a jail cell-like window, complete with bars. It was opposite to the door on the other side of the room.
"Who's there?" I asked again, as the light from the outside sun was a little brighter compared to the psuedo-lighting in each chamber. I walked towards the window with bars, and opened the plexi glass shutter on the other side of the bars fully.
A blast of autumn air hit me, the first wind in a few months. The figure was definitely feminine. But she was cloaked, and was holding something. Looking beyond the female, there were fences, with turret towers.
"Ashura, is that you?" asked the familiar voice. It sounded like someone I once knew.
"I gotta let my eyes adjust... I can't see you clearly in the sun" I said. The female got as close as she could, and with one gloved hand, lifted her hood a tiny bit. Finally I could see the female. She was also wearing a thick scarf. I could only see her eyes... Kacey's eyes!
"You look very different, Ash..." Kacey said, pulling down her scarf. Her face was mixed emotions of happiness and sadness.
"You haven't changed a bit," I said getting as close as I could to her through the bars. "Oh, how I've missed you."
I couldn't kiss her, but my arms could reach her. I felt her face fur and she buried it in my palms. Her cheeks were warm and soft, the way I remembered them.
"I finally found you... your scent was hard to find," Kacey kissed my palm. "There hasn't been a day that we got separated that you haven't been in our minds."
I tried to pull her closer, but she held back.
"What's wrong? Why won't you come closer?" I asked with fear of someone looking. She undid a bundle of lots of cloth, and pulled away a last bit. There was a tiger-like cub in the bundles.
"I was holding your son in my arms... Ash, this is Tigre, your son with Samantha" she said holding him up, and putting him in my arms. I pushed against the bars as much as I could to hold him safely, and as well as hold him closer to me. He looked like a tiger cub... possibly a genetic hiccup from long ago when Kusanaga bred only with lions, tigers, and other big cats.
"He's sleeping right now... I don't know how he's not lion, but still he's yours and Sam's..." Kacey said, her voice breaking at the end. Something was wrong, definitely wrong.
"What is it, Kacey? Why'd your voice crack?" I said worried.
"I came here to find you, show you your son, and break you out if possible, but there was one more thing..." she said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Something told me I didn't want to know.
"I-" I began.
"Sam wasn't doing well during and after the birth of Tigre... she was pale and sick from the loss of blood, and the blood she lost from birthing wasn't getting replenished," Kacey's eyes were not without streams of tears, as she hung her head. "She seemed to be doing good until she didn't wake up one day...-"
"No... she isn't... is she?" I said on the brink of breaking down. Kacey didn't show any signs of an answer, except sniffing and crying quietly. She looked up at me, and nodded solemly. I sank to a chair nearby after handing Tigre back, and leaving my arms dangling outside the window.
Kacey reached up a free paw and held on to one of my own paws. I cried. I felt as though it was over. Nothing I could think of would hurt me more than the loss of my first love at this time. Kacey had stopped sobbing, but was still sniffing now and then. A span of ten or so minutes went by, and all I did was hold the other paw to my brow to help keep the light out as I closed my eyes, and as I cried deeply.
"Ash, come here" Kacey said softly.
I came to the window, and she had put Tigre in a makeshift American Indian style baby basket on her back. She was right there, able to reach inside the room where I was. We pulled to each other, and she rested her head below my snout which was somewhat beyond the bars. Her warmth gave me comfort. My tears stopped, and we held eachother for the longest time. Even though I heard boot steps behind me, I knew it was that Jacobs soldier. I looked anyway, and there he was. He smiled a sad smile like Kacey had earlier, and nodded. Then he turned, and walked away without a word. I brought my attention back to Kacey.
"You must go before someone sees you, love" I said. She held her face closer to mine, and then pulled away to kiss me deeply.
"Do what you must to get out... remember that you'll always have a home with me" she said, pulling away fully. As she was turning around, I saw that she was still with cub. I smiled, knowing two of my cubs were alive. I watched her fade around the corner of the building. Even with my arms out the window, I still watched. Watched for anything. I saw Kacey one last time before it got darker. I saw her outside the fences, walking towards the woods.
Samantha was gone. Kacey was safe with my two cubs. And my family was in here. My only joys that day were seeing my cubs- well, at least one in the flesh -and later seeing my twin sisters.
After a meal of the supper, I held my sisters for what had seemed like the longest time. I didn't say anything except, that I needed comfort. We all fell asleep on the same bed.
The next morning, Docter Adams himself came to the door.
"I hope you've all had a good rest, Number Five, Four, and Two, because it's time to develop the special skills that one of you... or all of you have" he said simply with four guards, all with restraints.
After we were bound, we were carried and pushed on a cart-like trolley to a part of the labratory that we'd never seen before, or at least I'd never seen before.
"Where's this place?" Kait asked. We three were stripped of our restraints and placed in a kind of machine like that of those spheres that move on the X, Y, and Z axis only. It reminded me of a movie I saw about some lawnmowing guy.
"I don't know, sis" I said as they started hooking Abby up as well.
I looked around to the best of my ability, and saw that the whole room was almost pitch black except for the walls and floors we could see. Above us was an observation room, like a surgery observation room in certain colleges.
"This area is for developing any latent abilities you may have developed recently... a kind of gymnasium for skills of the mind" Docter Adams said over a loud speaker. I looked around for him, and he was up in the observation room.
"Mind skills?" I asked myself.
"Psychic stuff?" asked Abby. "We aren't psychic-"
"Oh, but you might be, Number Two... one of you was already when you first came here..." he interrupted. "I've added a few tweaks to that ability, and added the ability to the others that didn't have it before your capture."
"Why? Wait, what!? You've been screwing with our minds?!" I roared.
The machines started spinning slowly at first, then they started getting faster, until they reached what seemed like the fastest. It wasn't much, except for the eye's orientation.
"Now for the first part, concentrate, and stop all three circles... if not, then one at a time, if at all. The reason for this is because I've taken off the motor mechanism for each of your Inertia Sphere, which is what I call them. As for the brakes, there are none without the motors attached..." the docter continued. "Which means the Inertia Sphere will not, and I repeat, will not stop spinning, that is... until you stop it with your mind, or until I've had enough."
The spinning was dizzying, but not gut wrenching. Most of the dizziness itself was seeing the world from almost infinite viewpoints.
"Close your eyes, girls, but not your mind's eye" I called out, as I had already closed my eyes.
The feeling of rotating in every possible direction with our eyes closed was dampened quite a bit. The exercise was the simplest yet most distracting test of all. Stop your Inertia Sphere, and hopefully all three rings.
I thought of any way I could stop my rings, even one at a time. I felt like I knew how to stop the rings for my machine, but something was holding me back. Visualizing the rings stopping didn't work. Imagining the machine's motor and braking system connecting again did not work either.
"You seem to be doing good, Number Five..." Docter Adams said over the speaker. "Keep up the good work."
"Yeah, fuck you too, you bastard, putting us in these machines and torturing us..." I mumbled, then I caught myself.
That burst of anger. Where'd that come from!? Sure, I might have some anger for being held inside a facility to hone my "psychic" skills, as well as be mutilated by some Frankenstein wanna-be ... but that burst of anger? It was beyond what I normally was like.
"Number Five, try relaxing... your brain waves seem a little too high in your abduula oblongata" suggested a female technician over the loudspeaker.
"Cram it, bitch... go make a noose out of your tampon string, and hang yourself from a water tower for trains, you skank..." I whispered harshly. The anger came bubbling up again. It felt familiar. Like...
"My scar!" I thought to myself. My father hurt me so badly, that I wanted to kill him... just for being a parent and scarring me physically at the same time. Many human children would not do or think such a thing of their parents, but I wasn't a human child. By any standard.
The bubbling like that situation, the bubbling of this dilemma. They were one and the same! But how had I...?
"Brother, my stomach hurts... help me!" Kait called out for me.
Her voice added to this rising. The anger wasn't going down... obviously with no Sam around-
Sam!
I then psychically saw the truth, in a burst of light, like I was watching a movie even though my eyes were closed. Sam dead from not enough blood! I felt like I was there!
Tears began to sting my eyes.
Seeing each of my family members getting man-handled by all these guards, seeing one of my sisters getting a gun to the maw. I felt like a fucking camera.
The taunts, the insults, and the aggravation from that one guard. "Shut up, you stupid animal!" he once said.
Then I saw my death. From a much different view. My father gave his blood to me so I could survive. But it wasn't enough.
"We'll use Number Three's heart synergy to keep Number Five from dying... but don't tell anyone" said a familiar Docter Adams.
"The little ones are getting closer to maturity, we'll need to inquire from Number One about their species' growth...."
"Number One found out the secret demise of Number Three, we must keep her from talking."
"We'll administer the serum to the younger ones, and they won't remember a thing... and for the adolescent? The serum has failed before... wipe his subconscious memories out with hypnosis."
"The Kusanaga Clan has almost wiped themselves out with their own selfishness. Only three families exist in this world, because of Five's ignorance."
"Docter's Log: I've successfully harmonized the genes from that of the ancient species with Five, and I am going to insert the modified Anubis Gene into him as well. My life's work will be complete... as soon as he uses his weapon... and the Furry population will be mine with the help of Number Five, Salem, and his sister, but one thing stands in my way... Project Anubis will not be completed until I've successfully added the completed Anubis Genome to my own cell structure...."
Almost everything included Docter Adams.
Docter Adams. Docter Adams! Docter Adams!!
The memories ceased. My anger, my memories, and my psychic tension snapped my will...
Sam. Dead.
My mother. Dead.
My father. Dead.
Own clan. Almost dead.
My family. Almost dead.
Our kind. At war.
"Number Five! Calm yourself, this test does not require-" was the last thing I heard before I snapped. Then another "camera-like" moment happened. I saw my machine stop. I saw the machine disintegrate. I saw the building beginning to crumble and disintergrate. The twin's machines. Gone. The twins. Laying on the ground, exhausted. The whole lab lit up like the Fourth of July. The sounds must have been deafening. I picked up the twins, and levitated through the halls killing everyone in my way with my newfound psychic attacks. Yes, levitated. Yes, psychic attacks.
When I awoke, I found myself cradling a dead Abby.
I saw that we were in the forest that Kacey had went out of.
Kait was saying something about Abby getting shot by the tower's snipers. But I couldn't hear her for some reason. I felt like I was on auto-pilot. I just comforted both of the twins, even though Abby was lifeless.
It happened too fast. I remember nothing from in between the lab and now. What did I do? I looked around a tiny bit more, I suppose my auto-pilot was looking for guards. But in my search, I saw that most of the lab was practically gone, but there was a fire that was spreading slowly from the lab to the forest. And at the same time I saw the fire, I snapped out of it.
"Ashura, we must go! We must find help!" Kait screamed. And that we did.
Or we tried to find help, that is. We made our way somewhere. It seemed familiar, but there was nothing around that would help out as a land mark. It just seemed like a desert. Orange sand. It was definitely a desert. Where though? Nevada? California? Who cared. Our family was practically gone.
"Ashura... I'm tired... we must rest..." Kait moaned sleepily.
"Just a bit more, Kait" I droned on like I had since the forest.
I don't remember when I fell asleep, but I woke up maybe... an hour or so later? And carrying the twins none the less. Or was I? I felt a rumbling. Like that of a truck.
"Not again" I thought. But it was different. It wasn't a truck. It was an old air plane with many species of Furries in it, sitting however they wished.
I looked around, and saw no one that I knew except the twins next to me. An intercom beeped, and someone said that the air plane was about to land in "Virginia", then after a quick refueling, that it would stop in a city next to the capitol of the humans. A city called Yiff City, DC. It would be home, some of the others said. I didn't want to hear it though.
I wanted to know that my sister Abby would be taken care of. To have a proper burial that was. The Kusanaga way.
That my other sister, Kait, and I would be safe. And, of course, any cub she might have from... our brief encounter, be safe as well.
And that my dreams... would never be malicious... would never be wrong... would never be filled with pain or suffering, but instead... only... Furry things.
Yeah... Furry Dreams....
[Ending Note: Tell me what you thought of this series. I would like suggestions, comments, questions, and hell, even fan pictures based on any of the characters and/or situations aformentioned in this story. One fan did: Nexus- he drew a very nice pencil sketch of Kacey from chapter five. Aside from what you thought of this series, would you like another series? Another auto-biography based on my fursona, Ashura Kusanaga? Or perhaps a different series altogether? Mind you, I will be putting out more writings and drawings... it's just... I'd rather have input seeing whether you all want more of this, or something less auto-biography. In ending, I would like to say- thank you all. I would like to thank each of those who have been with this series since the first few chapters, and I would like to thank the Furry fans whom started late into the series, but still took the time to read from the beginning. I loved every bit of feed back, even from anyone who told me I sucked, or it needed this or that. I appreciate anyone whose taken the time to read even just one chapter. Goddess bless. -Ashura L. Kusanaga]