Breaking Free
#2 of Macro/Microfur Stories
A somewhat new take on a macro growth story, meant for a contest with the theme "uncontrolled growth". Only about 400 words, but I warn you, this is not intended as a fetish story, so description that you may like may be lacking.
Sand danced in sunlight. The evening was silent as a tomb. The chain of a swinging bench creaked, breaking it for a time.
She sat on her doorstep. Silence washed over her. Chores were done, and she was free to languish in her open prison, surrounded by her walls of wooden buildings in this town, forced to be among these people.
The sound of the wagon sent high voltage currents through her thoughts. The black cat behind the reigns wore the black of a mortician with style.
Along the side of the wagon, stenciled in red letters: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
He tilted his hat to her. Greeted her as a lovely-looking fox. She thanked him, but it was all empty speech.
He asked her the wagon's question.
She didn't know.
Of course she did, he replied, smiling a grin full of ivory glass. She just didn't want to say it out loud. To break from the inanities of existence, to break from her wooden prison. He knew her inside and out. She asked no more questions.
A phial full of red liquid, to be drunk under the light of the full moon. He joked this was not necessary, but was traditional. She decided to not break with his traditions.
As he rolled away, she heard the crying of angry songbirds. She ignored them, and waited for her time.
The fluid tasted a strange kind of sickly sweet, like berries steeped in formaldehyde. The light of the moon disappeared over the horizon as she swam the strong currents of her dreamwaves.
The next morning, her food was tasteless, her anticipation an internal flood. It was not long until she felt it.
A cavalcade of wasps settled in her stomach. Her clothes became another prison, squeezing her frame. Her body was stronger than them, and she broke her bars.
Furniture got in the way, empty slivers of old wood easily brushed aside. The walls were weak as paper, the roof gave way for her head.
She stood tall, shadow falling over the cluster of wooden buildings. Screams sang, her cage's silence destroyed.
What now?
Anger flared in her chest, and she decided to break the bars whole. Buildings collapsed beneath footsteps, balled fists made splinters of decades-old construction. Their inhabitants became broken ragdolls against her emotions.
The deadly sins welcomed her with open arms.
She continued to rise, ears touching the clouds. How much further could she go? Her stride crossed mountains, her presence sounding through the world.
Her heart soared.