Fur one and fur all! (Part 1)
#1 of Fur one and fur all!
Ooh, another story idea I decided to pull out of some small box. It's the start of an adventure, an adventure of fur, fun, and spoiler. This will be a multi-part series, so expect more on some sort of schedule later on.
Remember, I'm open to criticism, and I'll change the story thumbnail later.
I yawn, exasperated. Stupidly, I left my project until the last minute, so I sit here, at four in the morning, with numerous pizza crusts and empty energy drinks next to me. Luckily, I'm almost done. We had to write a five-page paper on any topic, so I chose furries, because I've always admired what they do. They seem pretty cool, and I don't understand the disgusted attitude many people have about them. They're cosplayers, for crying out loud! So what the hell if they have an attraction to stuffed animals and they dress up as animals! The media's just making fun of them to get more reaction from their readers. They're not all gay, they're not all crazy, they just like dressing up as their spirit animals and partying! And so what if they're gay or crazy? Like that even matters, anyways. Sighing, I stop my mental rant, and try to channel my opinions into the essay. I only have to finish the conclusion and proofread...
About thirty minutes later, I collapse onto my bed, taking off my shirt and shorts and throwing them into the laundry. I toss and turn, trying to get to a nice, cold part of the queen-sized bed. When I finally find a comfortable position, I start thinking about my birthday tommorow. It's going to be my fourteenth, and I contemplate my presents. After thinking for a while, I close my eyes and start to dream...
I find myself in the middle of a green meadow that seems to be appearing in my dreams pretty frequently lately. I hold out my hand, to see if I'm a human, my fursona, or something else. Seeing as how my arm is dark brown and furry, it's probably safe to assume that I'm in my fursona. Sometimes I'm able to lucid dream and sometimes not. This seems somewhere in between, like my conscious is aware I'm dreaming, but doesn't really care. My mind compels me to walk forward, and I start to see things that belong in an LSD trip, not in my dreamworld. I also see weird, distorted versions of people I know. I slow down as much as possible to contemplate a shorter, bluer, scarier version of my english teacher, Mr. Lawford, before being dragged forward by some invisible force. Soon, I start to notice a large glass atrium at the top of my field of vision. Ripping from the ground are large hunks of dirt, making a path up to the atrium. I gain control of my body again, and as I jump from the hunks of earth to the top, the shrill beeping of my alarm clock sounds, and my astral self is cut off abruptly, fading into darkness.
I fumble for the snooze button with my hand before actually getting up to turn off the alarm. That dream definitely felt more... intense than most of my dreams. Waking up, I feel strange, and a little queasy. I start to get excited about my birthday, but then realize that's for tomorrow, not today. As I get up, I stretch, and contemplate what to wear to school. I decide to change my underwear, and stand at my closet door, contemplating. After about ten seconds, I pull out my neon red shirt and cargo shorts, along with some plain white socks, from the plastic cubbies in my closet. I also pull out my light brown and cream-tipped bushy faux fur tail. It's what makes my outfit mine, an accessory based on my quirks, my slightly animal side. It also gives a reason for people to make fun of me, but I just do my best to refrain from punching them.