Best of 2011-2012: The Writings
Best of 2011-2012: The Writings
By: Silverback Christianpaw Alright, in case you haven't seen me do these countdowns before this is "Best of 2011-2012: The Writings." I'm taking my Top 10 personal favorite passages from the stories I've written over the last two years. I'm combining 2011 and 2012 together since I honestly didn't write too many stories in 2011. So here it is, my Top 10 favorite passages along with commentary of why each passage and story is special to me.
#10. Club Security
I hadn't written any stories that were a little more mature in quite some time. I try to avoid going the sexual route sometimes but then after a while I will get a story idea with a sexual theme and will get more excited to write it compared to squeaky clean stories. So I experimented and the opening passage with these three big guards just talking I just loved. I could read 20 pages of this.
The club's Security was sitting around in the break room waiting for tonight's round as another Friday night line-up was coming. It was still daylight so there wasn't going to be a line outside for a couple more hours, which gave the guys some time to eat and chit-chat. "That was a hot night. He was really good with feet," Jeff said as his red dragon tail wrapped around the leg of his chair.
The overweight horse, Darryl, nodded as he chewed a big bite of his cheeseburger. He wasn't as fit as the red dragon, which showed from his bigger belly, and his speech was a little off, but he was still a very big and strong guy and was one of the club's more feared security guards. "We left a big mess in the corner over there," Jeff said pointing to the corner right behind Darryl's chair. "I hear'ya. Only time I ever seen Mag mop a dadgum floor in my life." He shoved the rest of the burger in his mouth and chewed. "I missed that. I'm going to have to make an even bigger mess tonight," Jeff chuckled. "Hehe, well if you're offering," Darryl stood up in front of Jeff and put his hand on top of the dragon's head and his other on his own belt. "Haha, no hun I'm good for now. Besides, I'm planning on fucking one of our 'new-blood's' tonight. I haven't had a good one in a while." Darryl sits back down looking at his big bowl of reeses pieces. He takes a handful and shoves them into his mouth, "Well if it's been bad why dontcha just get one'your usuals?" "Meh, I want someone new tonight. It's Friday, there's going to be all kinds of new boys here tonight, just waiting for the taking." "Hey guys," Mag dropped his black work-bag in the corner and took off his jacket. The jaguar was much bigger and more muscular than his two peers being just over seven feet tall with muscles in places most people don't even have places. "Mag, Why aren't you in uniform?" Jeff asked. "I'm working on it, I'm working on it. Jeez. Can't even get a hello," he said as he unzipped his bag and pulled out his black black uniform. "Gotta problem, Mag? Moppin' the floors gettin' too tiring for ya?" Darryl chuckled. "I wouldn't have to if this dragon-slut here would do his activities somewhere else." Jeff started laughing and clapping his hands, "Hey, at least I take care of myself. Unlike you, who goes months without." "Yeah," Mag's face grew a little long, "Roger and I are still having problems. We started fighting this morning right before I left for my 10 o'clock class today. So I'm a little steamed. I seriously hope that somebody just tries to get into my face tonight." Darryl's ears flickered, "Wait a second, you actually want one of those troublemakers tonight?" "You damn fucking right I do," he pounded his big fists together, the short sleeves of his uniform now hugging tight on his biceps, "We've been fighting a lot lately, he's getting on my last nerve today. So I'd love to just punch somebody in the fucking mouth." "Problem solved! You can hit Darryl!" Jeff smiled and pointed at the horse. Darryl said, "No way! Shit, with those muscles you'd be able to punch the stink off'a skunk." All of the guy's radios beeped with a message from their boss, "Alright guys, there's a line starting to form outside guys. I want Mag and Billy to take the floor, Ida to take the back entrance, Dizmis to round the parking lot, and Darryl and Jeff to maintain the line." Mag quickly tied his steel-toe boots. Jeff got up and attached his radio to his belt, "Alright guys, let's go do our thing." "Awwight, or Mag and I can go to work while someone gets done by Jeff," Darryl snorted as he chuckled. Jeff's tail swayed back and forth, "Hehe, I'm hoping."
#9. WolfThunder - Episode 1 "Arrival Pt. 1" I wanted to start a superhero series. I did the "One Furry Apartment" series, which was fun but I never finished it, so I wanted to try it again and make a kid-friendly, very Power Rangeresque type of series. So I started and I could remember chuckling while writing this scene in the weight room and I started to think that I could really write this and make it good.
Zero's fifth period class was "Weight Training." The young wolf was already very powerful from the years of training with the Sensei, but he knew that if he should find a class that will help keep him in shape during his studies. Coach Suel, an older, short brown bear, didn't waste any time to get the students in and start throwing weight around. The first day was very simple, find out how much you can max on the bench press. Coach Suel split up the class into groups of four that were similar in size. Zero, being rather tall for his age got paired with the three biggest guys in the class. A well built black dragon, a tough-looking horse, and a very jacked-up bunny. "Chelsea was checking me out, tomorrow when I go out to the football field I'm going to ask for her number," the bunny said. "Make sure to do it after practice," the horse said. "Why after practice?" "Because by the time you ask she will already have my number 'cause I'll ask her before practice, hahaha." Zero decided to speak up, "I didn't know that you guys have numbers." The two chuckle, "Yes, of course," the rabbit said, "Chelsea Jacobs is so hot. She has a body any guy would want to wake up to every single morning. And it will be mine soon." Zero thought it was interesting that these creatures each have numbers and if one talks to another for only a short period of time then they become your friend for life. Thoughts of having sleepovers with all kinds of friends would be cool. Sensei never let him have sleepovers before, he never figured out why. "Hehe that sounds cool, can I have your two guys' numbers?" Zero said. The two guys just give him a weird stare. "Hey guys, the bench is all set up!" the dragon said. He was busy getting the bench set up with a large amount of weight. "How much is on here?" the horse asked. "Two-hundred and ninety-five pounds," he said, "You're up," he pointed to Zero. "Oh, I'm not sure I can lift that," he said somewhat nervous. "Oh, well here I'll just take some weight off," he said. "No, no, it's okay, you can go first." He made sure to watch carefully because he had no idea what a bench press was or what he were supposed to do with it. The black dragon did a little stretch before lying down on the bench so he was properly under the big, metal bar. He reached out and grabbed it and pushed it up off the rack and proceeded to push the bar up and down. He breathed heavily and the rabbit took position next to the dragon to spot him. After about three reps he put the bar back on the rack. He stood up breathing heavily and sweat dripping from his forehead. "Good job," the horse said. "Okay," the dragon panted, "Who's next?" "I'll try," Zero said much more confidently now that he's seen what to do, in fact it looked very easy. "Okay, let me just take some of the weight off," the dragon continued to pant. "No, I'd like to give this a try." "You . . . pant . . . sure?" "Yep!" Zero immediately sat down on the bench excited and grabbed hold of the bar. He picked it up and started doing the same thing the dragon did . . . only a lot faster. He pushed the weight no problem, one rep, two reps, three reps, four reps, he just kept going. His breathing didn't change very much and he didn't even break a sweat. Ten reps, eleven reps, twelve reps, no problem whatsoever for the young wolf. After twenty five reps Zero put the bar back on the rack and sat back up and jumped to his feet, "Wow, that was fun! Who's next?" He smiled wide, but the other three guys just glared at him still somewhat in shock. Finally, the horse spoke up and said, "S-s-s-ure, I'll go," he said nervously. Zero felt a little parched after that and quickly walked out of the weight room over to the nearby drinking fountain next to the door. He bent down and took a big drink of water when the dragon followed him, "Hey, you're very strong," he said. Zero wiped a couple drops of water off his muzzle and smiled, "Hehe, thanks!" The dragon took a quick sip from the fountain, "Yeah, you're definitely not a stranger to the weight room. I mean wow, you didn't even break a sweat! You're easily stronger than me. What's your secret?" "My father told me not to tell anybody any secrets, oh!" He quickly put his mouth over his muzzle. "Oh, your dad taught you how to lift, hehe that's cool, I'm down with that," he smiled. The young wolf couldn't help but smile back, especially when the dragon extended his paw and said, "My name is Night Dragon, what's yours?" He took his hand and shook it, "Zero."
#8. Nudist Party
This story was brought out of reading the first three pages of a comic on FA and I immediately thought of this story idea and I believe I wrote this story in one day from mid-afternoon to around midnight, I think. I wrote in some real-life stories from my job working for Pizza Hut (not in this scene though) and I thought it turned into a pretty good story, and this scene allowed me to have a little fun since I didn't do too many fetish stories.
He looked back over at the big black wolf who had started eyeballing him. Zero looked down and tried to non-chalantly open his beer and take a sip, but the black wolf just kept looking at him. Finally, he waddled over and sat his big butt down on the bed next to Zero and smiled wide,
"Hehe, hello pup, I need a new toy to play with," he reached out and rubbed Zero's paw.
"Um . . ." Zero said slowly taking his paw away
The collie looked, "Steven leave him alone."
He laughed, "What? I'm not allowed to mess with the newbies anymore?"
"Not this one, I saw him first and brought him in so that makes me God, ha!"
Zero's tail started to wag as he giggled/
"Bah! She doesn't know what she's talking about," he moved his thick legs up on the bed and scooted closer to him and stuck out his paw, "My name is Steven."
He smiled and took it," I'm Zero."
Steven moved his big rump even closer to him until his arms were wrapping around him.
"Steven . . ." the collie said eying him.
"Beth, I'm not doing anything, just hanging out with my new friend Zero," he let one of his arms go and relax on the bed, leaving a nice blubbery arm for Zero to relax his head on. He knew he should probably move himself away but all the temptations of not being touched by another male in over a year were gaining on him, and Steven was right, this was perfectly innocent.
The chubby white wolf in front of him squeezed the controller,
"Grrr, dammit." He laid the controller on the bed as his wrestler got pinned
"Ha! You just got the Skull-Crushing-Finale my friend!" the shepherd laughed as he slapped his paw on the bed three times.
"You cheat!" the white wolf said.
"Hahaha, how did I-"
"You cheated! It's true. If I say it then that means it's true." Everyone started laughing as the chubby white wolf's defeat sank in. He held the controller over his head in the air and looked down in defeat, "Okay, this thing doesn't like me anymore, any takers?" Beth, the collie got up and took it and sat back down on the bed, her big butt almost squishing Zero's feet. The white wolf sat down next to them.
Zero took another big sip and started to really enjoy himself. All of the anxiousness he had in the beginning had started to melt away and he felt much more relaxed. Good company, comforting environment, and he was in the arms of a big, sexy wolf. He took another big sip of his beer and snuggled up against Steven's big warm chest.
"Hehe awww, Colin look at that, the cute puppy is enjoying himself." He smiled and petted Zero's red, blushing cheek. "Hehe aww and now he's blushing."
Zero giggled, "Nope, I am not blushing."
Steven smiled wider, "Yes you are."
"Nope."
"Yep!"
Colin scooted closer, "Okay, I will settle this," he bounced ob the bed as he rolled over and started rubbing his big, jiggly rump up against Zero's belly.
"Eep! Ahh!" Zero laughed and made puppy sounds as the big wolf's rump pushed up more and more against him until it reached up to his chest and he could get a good whiff of the chubby wolf's scent. He finally rolled back around and looked deep into his face. Zero could detect a little alcohol on his breath.
"Hehe, yep you are now definitely blushing all over the place," Colin said as his tail wagged and tongue hanged out.
Steven looked for himself and indeed Zero's face was as red as a tomato, "Yep you are now, it's so cute."
#7. Skunk Wars Pt. 1
I got this from watching an episode of "Power Rangers Zeo" where the monster was a skunk who sprayed everyone and made them stink. And then I thought about what would happen if you had to wrestle an opponent that you couldn't even get near, and that made a great, interesting story idea. This scene was my favorite honestly because of Conway's tail. I wanted to write the giant tail looming over it's prey and ready to stink you up.
I walk with my rolling suitcase as I head to the male's locker room. My suitcase bumps as it goes from carpet to concrete as I open the door. There were only a few guys there getting ready as made my way to a nearby corner, "Guess I'm early. Hmm, this looks like a good spot," I say sitting down on a small bench, well at least it's small for my big rump. The locker room smells weird today, but I guess I should expect it with everyone's scents swirling in the air, but today it stinks. Guess whomever used this arena last didn't clean it very well, oh well, no big deal. My canine senses adapt well to all smells, both good and bad. It's not too bad. I take a deep breath to soak it all in, cough-cough. "Whew! Damn, that is a rank smell," I say under my breath. I take my clothes off until I'm down to just my underwear and slap on my big black trunks. I got some new trunks over the weekend that have the letters SB engraved in silver and designed like the Superman logo, they're pretty cool. My nose was going crazy from the weird odor in the locker room. It was getting stronger and then fading and then stronger again. Whew! I looked down to tie my wrestling boots on when I head a couple of thick footsteps coming near me. I look up to see a big skunk before me. Before I can even register it's new newest addition to our roster he extends a big paw to me. "Hello, Mr. Silverback sir," he says wearing a nice Calvin Klein suit and a smile, a fake one if you ask me. I stand up and shake his paw; it's always been our custom that the new guys shake everyone's paws and introduce themselves when they enter our company. Kind of like a hidden rule. Amazingly, the skunk looks much bigger than his picture told me. My seven-foot frame doesn't even eclipse his height, he may be 7'3 or 7'4. He matches my 502 pounds of muscle and girth pretty well too, but he looks like he's got more girth than muscle. "Wow! You're a big one," I say smiling. Once I stand in front of here for only a few mere seconds the odor wraps around and pushes into my nose. It was then I notice the humongous, fluffy skunk tail swaying slowly behind him. The smell lingered but I try to ignore it. The skunk says, "Hehe yes, but let me introduce myself, I am the undefeated Skrunk Conway, you're opponent for tonight." "Oh nice," I say as if I didn't already know, "Well, we'll tear it up out there and we will see if can stay undefeated tonight, hehe," I smirk. He looks down for a second, it looked like he was trying to hide a smile or a chuckle, be he looks back up at me with a straight face, "Hehe yes, I just wanted to make a formal introduction to you before we go out there tonight, because I guarantee it won't be formal for very long."
He let's go of my paw and turns around, his tail just barely misses brushing my face, but the stench certainly didn't. My eyes start watering up quick and my nose gets infected from the stench, and now I know exactly who it's coming from.
#6. The Chamber Pt. 2
"The Chamber" was created as a present for my mate and this was just another example of me having fun with the story. I loved building my character as a fearless warrior in the first story and then making him do something he thinks is embarrassing in the second story was a cool idea. I thought I made a great scene that had a combination of uneasiness, erotic description, and a little comedy.
A minute later the King arrived, he was wearing a crimson royal robe and a big smile on his face,
"Oh my goodness! You guys remembered! You guys shouldn't have, just what I wanted!"
The bear that stood next to Silverback said, "Um, remembered what my Lord?"
"My birthday! This is such a magnificent present, thank you my soldiers." "Um, my Lord, I believe your birthday is August 1st, it's not for another few months."
King Maran doesn't pay too much attention as he gazes into Silverback's eyes and smiles and takes his paw. Silverback almost pulled it away but he had to be the stripper and keep his personal feelings aside.
"Oh well, silly me. Well then what are you here for? What is your name, boy?" the weasel asks with his fail swaying happily back and forth.
"Athletic Stacks, my Lord, and I am here to provide you with a night of entertainment to, um, celebrate you and your, uh, kingly ways my Lord." Silverback fakes a smile and bows his head again.
"Well it's about time that my kingdom did something like this for me, ooh!" He almost jumps for joy as he claps his paws to get the attention of the soldiers around him, "Prepare the ballroom, alert the chefs, tonight we shall have a wonderful night of entertainment followed by a a glorious feast.
"Yes, my Lord," both bears said as they quickly stormed off. The King turned back to Silverback and said, "How about I show you to the library while I get our accommodations prepared, how does that sound?"
Silverback held his breath for a second before saying, "It sounds good, my King."
The plan seem to be going accordingly but something wasn't feeling right at all, and it wasn't the thong tightening up, something else was very wrong here and he felt he was getting fish-hooked right into it.
The King didn't take any time quickly gathering all of his men into the ballroom, Silverback was led to the private library, he kept looking around to see if Zero's bedroom was anywhere, or maybe he was going to be in the audience watching the show.
Suddenly the door opened, King Maran walked in, this time all-alone, "Hello stud," he said as his smile grew from ear to ear and his tail was swaying happily, "I understand that you're here to do a--" he started rubbing Silverback's arm and looking into his eyes, "a big show for me and my soldiers, but I was wondering," he started feeling his bicep, "if you would do a little, mmmm, private show for me first, if that's okay."
He didn't want to but he needed to stay the course, otherwise this plan was going to fall apart. He looked down at the King's face, the gray weasel had eyes of bronze, beautiful but dark and unsettling at the same time. He would say no but he was too afraid the King would do something horrible to him. This is a guy that built his own metal torture chamber, at least that's what he's heard, who knew what else this guy was capable of, Darius wasn't kidding when he said his brother was very unorthodox.
"Anything for you my King," Silverback said as he faked a seductive smile. The King returned it as he started to untie Silverback's robe and didn't hesitate opening it up and sliding it off his shoulders. He looked up and down at the big blue wolf and started feeling on his abs and moving up to his chest.
"Mmmm, you're a big one," Maran said as he looked down at Silverback's crotch covered by the golden thong he was wearing. The King gave Silverback's belly a nice rub before moving down to his thigh and looking at his big thick legs.
"Mmmmm, you're going to have to remind me to thank your parents for doing a good job on you," the King chuckled to himself as he circled around Silverback and stared at his nearly naked butt. He gave it a little slap to watch it bounce and shake. "Mmm nice and strong," he gave it a good grope before making his way back to Silverback's front. The King looked up at him with approval.
Silverback was extremely uncomfortable standing there in front of the weasel. He tried to think about Zero but even he was having trouble staying focused. He just couldn't believe he was just standing there wearing a thong, getting checked out by the weasel.
Maran kept looking at Silverback's crotch, Silverback tried to shake his fear by saying something and just keep playing this character, "Um, do you like gold my King?"
The weasel shook his head, "No boy I don't, I am repulsed by it, I think we should take this off of you, right now, hehe." Maran grabbed the strap and started pulling it down, he got down on his knees as the golden material slid off of him, revealing his penis. He slid it all the way down to his feet, the King took a second to stare at the blue wolf's big feet before making him lift each of his feet up and tossing the thong away. The King got back up and looked at his entertainment with glee.
"Now, isn't that better?" the King got even closer as he reached up and brushed Silverback's cheek.
Silverback kept the fake smile on and said, "Yes, my King."
Maran moved his paw to the back of Silverback's neck and before the big blue wolf knew it he was pulled into a big kiss with the King. Maran wrapped his arms around the wolf squeezed his rump, Silverback knew he had to react at least in some way so he wrapped one of his arms lightly around the weasel's waist.
The King gave out a little muffled moan as he wrapped his tongue around Silverback's. He followed it up by clinging his foot around one of Silverback's tree trunk-like legs and pushed up against him.
The King whispered in his ear, "Big guys turn me on more than anything. Their size, their feet, their legs, big muscles, around my little waist, just so . . . dominating." He gave Silverback another kiss before saying, "You are making me weak, hehe."
#5. Oklacon
This non-fiction piece was brought out of my obsession for Oklacon. I was sitting at the university trying to work on another story and all I could think about was Oklacon 2012, which was a week away. So I thought as a way to just get it all out was just to write down everything I was thinking, with a little extra. And this "promo" as I call it came out and it felt pretty cool. I said on FA it was very cheesy but people who read it disagreed and said it was great. So it's worth having in the countdown because there was a lot of emotion in this.
I'm very different from my friends, the Fallout Furs (gotta plug the name lol), I march to the beat of my own drum and have my own set of disciplines, and I absorb experiences in a very different way. Normally for me it's through music. Every year at Oklacon I take some time for myself, stick a couple of earphones in my ears, and just walk around the park listening to music. Enjoying myself, singing along to the songs I know, breathing in the air, and soaking up what I can of the environment. No genre of music in particular, just the music I listen to on a regular basis. It feel like living my everyday life but now it's on the grand stage, the grandest stage of them all in my opinion. Sometimes my friends say I'm being anti-social, but it's not that. I need that special time to clear my mind and be one with this special environment. Because if I don't then I feel like I am going to miss it. Oklacon is a very special event to myself and a lot of others. It's what some of us think about when we first wake up in the morning and what we think about when we lay our head down to sleep, waiting all year long. Because Oklacon has this magic to it, this x-Factor, an intangible that you can't explain, you just have to feel it. It's hard not to stop and embrace it. Oklacon is the culmination of a year's effort. Making sure to save up money for Safari's, to always be generous in the finances (no matter how little or how big they are), that have been intrusted to your care and always give generously. Keeping a kind heart knowing that it will pay off when I am searching for that one special, one-of-a-kind, Oklacon moment that defines the event for me each year and what the convention will be remembered for. Whether it's seeing Misora in the talent show at the lodge,Soulcat almost getting set on fire, enjoying a Sub-Level 03 concert, or if it's just hanging out with friends. Human-life is temporarily non-existent and brings a something special out of each of us. The convention that is the dividing line between fantasy and real life. This year celebrates Oklacon's 10th birthday and I hope to find this year's special "Oklacon Moment" in it's 10th year and I hope to still be searching for my moment in Oklacon's 20th year. It's something extra special for everyone from all walks of life, and that's what make's Oklacon the best.
#4. The Chamber Pt. 3
I write a lot of stories with battle scenes, mostly wrestling, but this was my chance to do a battle scene outside of a wrestling ring and in a medieval environment, and I thought I hit a grand slam with this battle. I could picture this fight being in some kind of movie and was very proud of what I created.
"Silverback, good job, hopefully you will get a little bit more challenge out of this next one." "Bring it on Maran!" he said as he returned his sword to his holster. "I will. Soldiers, release Canabron!" The gate opened once again and the crowd's cheers grew with each second as a brown figure walked out onto the battlefield. He was a minotaur creature with horns that were white with spatters of blood on them. His armor was bronze and he won a leather fighting skirt like Silverback, but Canabron's was bronze colored like his armor and he didn't carry a sword, instead he held a big double-sided axe. The big, bull-like creature walked up to the blue wolf. Silverback still had a height advantage and appeared to out-muscle him but he didn't want to take him too lightly. "Ready, begin!" King Maran said. "Hyah!" Canabron grabbed his axe from his belt and swung it so fast that even Silverback couldn't see it. The axe just missed, mere inches away from his armor. Silverback positioned himself in his fighting stance and dealt his sword out again. He kept it in front of him to block as Canabron started to step forward. "Grah!" he swung again, this time Silverback was able to keep his eye on it and block it with his sword, but Canabron didn't waste time to unleash his next attack. He swung again and again and again. Silverback blocked each and every swing, each one came faster and faster. Canabron spun his entire body and the blue wolf blocked again, but then got hit with a hard kick to the gut with his big hoof. The armor protects him but still makes him take a few steps back. Canabron raised the massive axe over his head and swung down, Silverback kneeled down with his sword hoisted above himself to block it. The two weapons collide with strong force before Silverback gets met again with a hard hoof right to the side of his head. "Gah!" Silverback reached up to hold his cheek but the minotaur geared up as he swung the axe yet again. The metal hits the armor plating on Silverback's chest, a fiery spark shoots out of the armor as it gets cut.
He stayed on his feet but backs up into the wall. He looked behind him to see a couple of Maranian tigers snarling at him. He focused back to see Canabron charging at him yet again. He knew he couldn't take another serious hit like that and had to think fast.
The bull-creature charged swinging the ave over his head again, ready to slice his opponent in half. He swung, Silverback deflected the blow with his sword again, Canabron swung over again and again, each time the blue warrior tried to block. "Roooo!!!" Canavron's eyes grew red with anger. He used his axe to knock Silverback's sword momentarily out of his range and met Silverback's face with a hard bone-crushing elbow. Silverback tried to get his sword up to protect himself but the fast bull knocked it out of his paw with the axe. "Rooooo!!!" he cried again as he twisted his body to go for the spinning attack again, and this time going for the kill. The axe swung furiously but Silverback moved out of the way in the nick of time as the axe smashed into the stone wall next to the two tigers. The wall cracked around the axe. Canabron looked at it and tried to pull it out but it remained stuck in place. He yanked harder and harder but the axe didn't budge.
Meanwhile, Silverback snuck around him and pounced on top of him. He wrapped his big arms around the Canabron's neck but the strong bull out-powered the wolf and tossed him over his shoulder. The wolf swiftly landed on his feet with a heavy thud and connected a hard punch with his cast-iron fist to the bull's face.
Canabron took a step back holding his face. Silverback tried to keep his momentum going; he punched Canabron in the face again, and again, an uppercut to his jaw. The big bull stepped back in retreat holding his ruffled, bleeding face. "Ha!" Silverback grabbed the axe from the wall and pulled it out with one paw. He swung the axe over his head and before he could even get another breath into his lungs he drove it down on the bull's armor. The armor sparked as it split right down the middle and fell into two heavy pieces on the ground. "Hyah! Ha!" Silverback held the axe over his head with both paws and broke the handle in half. He dropped the two pieces that was the powerful axe. He panted heavily as he stared down Canabron for the next round.
"Roo! Roo! Roo!" The minotaur backed away waving his hands in
the air and running away. The crowds booed thunderously as Canabron ran as fast as he could to the gate entrance and out of sight.
#3. G.R.R. All-Extreme Chapter 4
I wanted to write a second G.R.R. book with an ECW twist. But I
didn't really get to do any emotional stuff without building it up. So for the first several chapters I built it up a lot and this chapter I had to tear everything down, cause that's how it is in life, something big or small can turn into a quick chain of events good or bad, and this scene felt very real and was very serious.
I didn't even have enough time to take a shower when a trainer
knocked on my locker room door and told me that Mr. Armahdo wanted to see me in his office. "Immediately, right now," he said. I held my Hardcore Championship belt as I walked down to his office. His door was wide open and I could already hear him cussing out loud. I walk in and he's talking with the trainer that came to my room and a couple of security guards.
Armahdo glares at me, "Who in the hell do you think you are?"
"What?" I said.
"I specifically told you that I don't want any more of that kind
of senseless violence on this program anymore."
"No, you said you didn't want Extreme Rules matches anymore.
That was a regularly sanctioned match. I lost, the jobber won, congratulations, I wish him luck in the tournament."
"You think this is a joke?" his scaley tail curling angrily at
me, "Well you know what, I'm glad went down like that because now I can sleep well tonight knowing that no matter what happens you will not be the All-Extreme World Champion."
"Excuse me? The All-Extreme World Championship is no longer
extreme--"
"This is not garbage wrestling, this is GRR! There's no room for
garbage cans, kendo sticks, and barbed wire in wrestling. I know you and your friends did that back in the day to get yourselves noticed, well now that you are noticed you are going to have to change. You're going to have to actually wrestle!" His yellow eyes were turning red.
"We do wrestle! Using weapons elevates our matches--"
"Weapons
make for garbage wrestling!" Armahdo shouted as he got right up in my face. Even the trainer and security guys are starting to look concerned, "There will be absolutely no weapons anywhere for our shows. No chairs around ringside, nothing under the ring, no weapons anywhere for you to use. This is wrestling and it's going to stay that way. The past few months I have been very afraid of those matches, our talent has been getting hurt and it's costing the company money.
"Brian Hunter has a deep gash on his chest that was very close to
hitting his lung, and it's going to be two months until he's going to be able to get back in the ring, if even that."
I tried to take a deep breath and speak to him calmly, "All of us
get hurt sometimes, the possibility of getting injured just comes with the territory. We all know that when we decide to become wrestlers, and the fans love the hardcore matches, I love it, hell even the other wrestlers love it. The same wrestlers that are getting smashed in the face with a garbage can and getting their tooth cracked from a shot with a kendo stick all say they would gladly do it again because they love it and they know that our fans appreciate them for it, the only person who thinks this is garbage wrestling is you."
"No, no, this is what the board of directors told me, Ms. Draxa,
the CEO of the company made the ruling, there will be no more weapons." I growl and clinch my fists. I am ready to grab him by the throat but I try to keep my cool but it wasn't working, mu teeth started to show. He backs up for a second and adjusts his tie with his nose up at me, "Now, I just received another message from the board of directors a few minutes ago and they have brought something new to my attention. To make this work we are going to have to make one more change. Since weapons are no longer allowed on All-Extreme they see absolutely no use for the Hardcore Championship."
I look down at the title around my shoulder. I could already see
what was happening.
"Oh come on, you can't be serious," I said.
He smiles, "Yes, we are officially deactivating the GRR Hardcore
Championship. It's a failed experiment."
I stomp my foot on the floor, "Oh come on, what the fuck are you
doing?! You're turning this show into a damn joke!" "This show is a damn joke!" He points a finger at me, "This show has been a joke for far too long, but now that I am in charge, I'm going to start making some changes and make this show into a high-quality wrestling product. Like that stunt you pulled out there tonight?"
"Yeah?" I said.
"I can't just let that slide, so I am going to have to take
action."
"Yeah, like what?" I said with my chest all puffed out. "Put
me in another damn tournament?"
"Okay, that kind of backtalk is one of the reasons I'm doing
this in the first place. Because as of right now you are hereby suspended for thirty days, without pay." "What?!" I said dropping my championship to the floor.
"Yep, thirty days, effective right now. Security?" He says as he
motions to the two security guards. They start walking toward me and they hold on to each one of my shoulders, "Security, get him out of here," he says.
They both hold my arms down but I don't struggle, "Hey! Hey!
It's okay guys," I say to the guards, "It's okay," I say again as they let me go. "You know what Armahdo, don't worry about the thirty days, just go ahead and make it indefinite," I pick up my hardcore championship belt, "I'm out of here."
#2. God's Gift in the Trees
I thought of this story ironically after watching 2
the Ranting Gryphon do a show at Rocky Mountain FurCon 2010. He told this detailed joke about a furry version of the story of Adam and Eve and so I wrote this very short story that I thought felt was cute and very pure.
He found the
nearest lake and knelled down before it and took a drink but couldn't help but whine. He felt so alone being all by himself. He'd been searching for a companion, but haven't found him yet. He sat down under a tree in the shade as he caught his breath and cooled down. Zero had a tear in his eye but looked up at the sun shining on him and giving him warmth that made him feel a little better. He put his paws together and bowed his head, "Dear God, I ask you, I beg of you, please, I feel so alone. I know you are always with me and I love you too, but I need somebody; somebody to travel the lands with, someone to love, but I just don't know where to turn or what else to do. Please God, I need your help, please help me." God said to him, "Keep looking, look for one of my big trees, I have sent someone for you that will show love in his actions instead of his words." Zero's eyes opened up and he looked around quickly. The trees all still looked the same to him but he had to keep looking. He stood up and feverishly searched around each and every tree, but no one was there. That was until he noticed one tree in particular stood out, There was much space around it with beautiful green and yellow grass growing. The tree was much taller and stronger than all the others. The grass tickled Zero's feet as he ran up to the big tree and just like God said, there he was. A blue wolf was sleeping peacefully under the tree in the shade. Zero's tail wagged fast as he knelled down next to the sleeping wolf.
He had a cute
little snore and a nice tubby belly that was covered with a bright patch of white fur. He was a little shorter than Zero but not by much. Zero sniffed the wolf's ears, the aroma of his scent was pleasing to him and made his smile grow even wider. He put his ear to the blue wolf's heart, it was beating at a nice and steady pace.
Zero put his paws
together again as he talked to God, "Oh thank you God so much, I promise to love him for all of my days and I hope that he will love me just the same." God said to him, "Don't worry, Silverback will." "Thank you, and thank you for your son Jesus, amen." Zero couldn't wait any longer as he gently laid on top of the blue wolf's big belly. His body bounced a little as Silverback's belly rose and fell with every breath as he slept. Zero smiled and licked the wolf's face. Silverback's blue eyes opened up as he looked at who was laying on him. He panted for a second in shock but then it grew to a look to warmth as he smiled. "Hai," Zero said, his tail wagged fast. Silverback just smiled as his tail started wagging as well with his.
"How are you? My
name is Zero." Silverback just kept smiling at him and started licking Zero's nose. Zero giggled, "Hehe, and you are Silverback, right?" The blue wolf hugged him happily as his tongue hung out.
Zero said, "Hehe oh yeah, God said you were loving in your actions
and not in your words, I guess this is what he meant." #1. The Christmas Tree This story was brought out of real life because my mate and I are long-distance and texting was a big part of it, or it at least felt like it at that time. Plus, it was a very tough time because I wrote this while staying with my mom at the hospital when she came down with carbon-monoxide poisoning. So it was a tough Christmas that year and I kept saying to myself that this wasn't the Christmas I envisioned in my mind for the year (2011), and I wanted to write what I wanted Christmas to be, and managed to turn it into a story that I absolutely fell in love with.
Sigh.
"You know, I really don't care, I don't need presents, or a big dinner, or even my family around me. All I want for Christmas this year is my mate to be right beside me. That's my fucking wish this year!" I was getting cranky. I looked down at the clock on my computer to see it read 11:53 p.m. It was probably time to go ahead and turn in for the night. I checked my phone again and I got two texts from Zero. The first one saying: I'm home. The second one saying: I'm tired love, I'm heading to bed. .kisses you. Nini
I
quickly texted back: Ok Love nini, I'll text you tomorrow .kisses. I love you
I
was relieved to get a text back a moment later saying: I love you 2. I didn't want to miss my wolfie before he went to bed. I laid my phone on the ground next to me and just lay me head on the pillow. My eyelids were already getting heavy as my body started slowing down so I could fall asleep.
I turned over as my body pressed into the warm couch.
My brain started up and it realized it was Christmas. I opened my eyes as I looked at the tree still shining bright. It was still night so I may have woken up at three in the morning or something and was probably going to doze off again shortly. Until I realized I wasn't alone in the room anymore. I saw him. It was unmistakable. The red coat and pants, the big black boots, and he had a big red bag over his shoulder, Santa Paws.
"S-santa?" I say.
He turns around and looks at me, his brown eyes focused
on me, "Oh, I'm sorry Silverback, did I wake you?" he said with a whisper. He took one step to me and gave me a little rub on my chest. He was a big polar bear and his beard was as white and long as I had seen on TV. Santa was actually real? I can't believe it. He says, "Hehe you're not supposed to see me, close your eyes pup. And don't worry you we're a good boy this year ho-ho-ho."
I closed my eyes again and smiled as I turned over and
buried my face in the pillow again so I could go back to sleep. I could hear him walking gently over to the tree and then a moment later walk past me as he opened the front door and gently closed it right behind him. It was silent once again and I was very close to falling back to sleep when I started hearing snoring.
My eyes opened up again. At first I thought it was my
mom or my brother for a second but it sounded very close. I turned back around on the couch and saw something under the tree. It was a wolf curled up looking like a little silver furball under the tree. His fur was moving up and down as he was snoring lightly a very cute snore. His tail was laid peacefully on the floor; his shiny silver fur with a big red bow over his naked rump.
It couldn't be . . . could it? I quickly got up and
laid next to him so we were face to face,
"Zero?"
His hazel eyes open, I've seen them on so many pics
that he's sent me but now they were here in front of me. ""Hehe, oh hi love," he said reaching out as he pulled me close to him and gave me a little kiss on the lips. I almost broke the kiss because I was so shocked he was here, touching me, feeling me, but he was here. I felt his tongue wrap around mine in a warm embrace. It melted me. My tongue started to fight back as it swirled with his as it got really warm. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist. Our eyes opened up again as we were chest to chest.
"How? Guh, how? Um, hehe how?" I said.
"Hehe, you're the one who made the wish sillies,"
he smiled wide at me.
"I know, but I didn't think it would, well, you
know."
"Hehe well I'm here."
Tears rolled down my face as I buried my nose into his
neck. I couldn't smell his scent but I didn't care, he was here with me. "Oh my God, I can't believe you are here."
"Well, I'm sorta here, hehe."
"I'm guessing this is a dream, right?" My said
tail laid down again.
"Hehe hun, I'm always in your heart, and don't
worry Love I'm not going anywhere. It won't be this Christmas but we will be together very soon."
"Are," sniffles, "Are you sure?" I said with
two more tears down my cheeks.
"Hehe yep, just be patient. We will be together soon
enough."
"Okay, if you say so," I kissed him one more time.
I never wanted him to leave and I don't know exactly when he was going to. But he was here at this very moment and I wasn't going to waste my chance. I pulled him close with all my strength and kissed him as deeply as I possibly could. He gave me a muffed moan as our tongues swirled for a second time. Tears kept going down my face as we kissed. I finally let it go. Zero looked at me with a beautiful smile and his tail was wagging against the big red bow. I giggle as I playfully pull the bow off of his butt and stick it on top of my head. Zero giggles as he looks at his naked butt and his tail wags faster.
He looked back at me and licked my face, "You're so
silly," he said.