The subway screeched as it came to a stop at Chinatown Station.
“All right, this is where we get off,†I said.
“Oh is it really?†Jan said, getting up.
I punched his arm. “None of that.â€
My favorite place to eat out here was a tiny little place off a little blind alley; I don’t think it even has an English name.
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“I’m having lunch with someone special,†he said. “And I thought fruit would be a good idea but nothing here is really grabbing me. Juice sounds like a good idea…â€
“Much more convenient,†she said. “No messing with seeds, or rinds, or sticky paws.†She laughed to herself. “And no need to worry about carrying the other half of the strawberry you couldn’t finish because someone decided it should be the size of a melon…†She shook her head and reached for a bottle on her left. “For someone special you’ll want something special,†she said, pulling the bottle from the rack and running her paw across the label. “My son makes this from his best grape. For a boy in love, one nummo, and I’ll throw in cups for free.†She pulled two tumblers from the top of the stack behind her; one was blue and the other pink.
Kohath took the colors as a good sign and paid the nummo, thanking the her sincerely. Bottle and cups went into his bag and he was back in the street. A simple lunch being provided for, he set off towards the park where he was to meet his fox.
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Things were not turning my way, though, as I got ready. I’d lost a button on my favorite shirt; I cut my fingers trimming my facial fur, and when I went down to the bus stop in the rain—did I mention it was raining, too?—when I got to the bus stop, I saw my bus had already left.
Nov 9
Tags: body control, Frank, furry, pigs, Ralph, tigers, writing
Ralph didn’t intervene as I tried to recover. I was glad of it, too—I was embarrassed enough I needed to be alone. By the time I’d calmed down, wiped my face, and felt I could face the world again—or at least try—dinner had already ended.
Fair enough; maybe I could face the world, but I didn’t really feel like facing campus again today.
I missed Ralph. Stupid evening shifts.
I headed back to his place, and I was so distracted by my own thoughts about my future that I didn’t notice Ralph had taken over my body again till we were walking through the front door. He went to his weight room, sat me down on a bench, and we started pumping iron.
Nov 3
Tags: furry, golems, kelvins, Mori, Munk, Nother, rams, tigers, writing
The kelvin handed me his candle and crossed his arms, still watching Munk waving his spear at the ram.
“Munk!†I said.
He came back to the edge of the arena where I was. The ram stayed put, watching.
The whole place was just too quiet. I jumped down on the golem’s head and took the spear.
The monster started charging again.
I took the candle and lit the spear on fire below the head. Whatever wood it was made of caught fire easily—thank heaven—and blazed.
I took aim at the oncoming beast.
“I hope this works,†I said.
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“I love you, Scott,†he said into my shoulder. “You couldn’t know how special you are to me…â€
“I… I—â€
“I wanted to belong to you,†he said. “Do you have any idea what kind of power a big cat like you has over a mouse like me?â€
“I—â€
“From the moment I met you… and you and me got along like a dream…â€
“We—â€
“…doing my best to get Flair interested in you so we could play together…â€
“You—â€
“What?â€
“I… I didn’t know you felt so strongly,†I said.
“But I get it, you’re only interested in humans,†he said. “Well, here: make me human.â€
“What?â€
“I know you know how. Flair doesn’t know I skipped work to come see you; he doesn’t have to know about this, either. I’ll give up being normal for you… just please take me…â€
“Arky—â€
“Do it!â€
I could. It would be easy. I wanted to—he was breaking my heart. But… “You’re not leaving Flair for me,†I said. “You’re special to me too—more than anybody—but I’m not going to be ‘that guy’.â€
Since it was my special day, I got first swing at it.
They cleared out some space in the break room to set everything up and soon the whole office was crowded round as Stevens tied a blindfold on me.
“Watch the mane,†I said. “I don’t need more tangles.â€
The wolf snorted and put the bat in my paws. “You’re cool,†he said, spinning me around several times. “Go for it, old man!â€
I heard the office girls cheering as I started swinging upwards. Whiffed it. Tried again, still no luck.
Stevens started making fun. I ignored him.
I swung again, and connected—but the piñata didn’t break. I swung again at the same spot, and nearly fell over as I missed altogether—darn thing must have still been swinging.
I waited a second and gave it another go, and this time broke it open with a good solid whack.
I was doused in a shower of… confetti?
I took off the blindfold. Definitely confetti.
Stevens scoffed. “No candy? What a gyp. I paid fifty bucks for that.â€
The crowd dispersed to get their sugar rush elsewhere—mostly flocking to the cake in the corner—and I tried to shake the stray bits of paper out of my fur.
Oct 25
Tags: alligators, Atligili, costume, furry, humans, inflatable, writing
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It was a gorgeous alligator suit, the kind that inflates around you and makes you look like a big shiny pool toy when you’re wearing it. Just then, though, I thought it looked kind of sad, stuffed in its box all rumpled like it was. I never did put it away properly… after the last time, when the thing’s hunger had faded and I was in control again, I hadn’t taken any chances: I’d hid it away as quickly as I could.
It was a shame to mistreat something so valuable. I figured I ought to at least fold it up properly.
When I picked it up, though, I knew I was trapped again.
Yeah, so I decided to continue on from my last Shine scrap and see if I could make a proper story out of it.
Jan was no longer the scrawny fox he had been when I’d first met him; a few weeks of eating with me had him up to looking healthy. It didn’t look like he’d be sporting a paunch like mine anytime soon, though.
“All right,†I said, “Let’s get out of here.â€
We went down to the street and headed to the subway station. People shaded their eyes as we went by. I ignored them; not fifteen minutes ago they’d’ve been doing the same for the sunset, and my light’d be past them just as quickly.
Jan sat across from me on the subway car. I saw my light in his eyes.
“You don’t hafta sit there, you know,†I said.
“What, and let someone else enjoy this view?â€
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