Nov 12
Tags: dragons, Fofaa, furry, humans, scraps, Shine, tigers, Turia, WIP, writing
A couple of younger men came out carrying trays crowded with plates of food and arranged them all on Fofaa’s table.
A few moments later, the man who’d first brought me in came back with a plate of crab rangoons.
I brightened up a bit and went to work myself.
In her presence I felt a bit ashamed of my nickname, so I didn’t bring it up. “I’m Billy Taft. Miss…?”
“Lung Fofaa,” she said. “You think you can out-eat me, do you?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t—I had no idea what I was in for. They just offered me a free meal.”
“No such thing,” she said, “Trust me.”
“What are we even competing for?” I said.
She leaned in close and put her claws on my belly. “Fuel for the fire,” she said. My light flickered a bit at the feminine touch, but she didn’t react to it, if she noticed at all. “You can eat here for as long as you like—until a better eater comes along. And you must take on all challengers.”
I looked up into her eyes as her talons almost imperceptibly squeezed my gut. “Believe me, miss, I have no intention of threatening your meal ticket.”
She snorted, a puff of red smoke from her nostrils washing over me. “Nonsense,” she said. “The challenge has already begun. Go on,” she said, to the man who brought me in, “Let’s get me caught up.”
She took her place at a long low table beside me as he left for more food. “I beat a man for this position,” she said, “Over a year ago. He was just an ordinary human; no challenge whatever. No one since has even come close. But you’ve got fire in you too—you might just be able to compete.”
Well, I say shimmering, but that’s not really right at all. Fofaa was a Chinese dragon covered in glossy black scales, which scattered the light and the shadow as she moved. The bit that caught my eye, though, was that some of the light was her own: at intervals along her body—which was unclothed, as non-morphic people tend to prefer—at intervals there were patches of glowing red scales.
As she approached I saw that the red scales were actually transparent and illuminated by her fire.
I tell you, I’m not used to being outshined—but next to her I felt like a glowworm trying to compete with a galaxy.
My own light faltered a bit from embarrassment. She spoke first.
As I ate, my light grew brighter and again I worried about bothering the other patrons, but aside from a couple of squinting faces among those caught in the spotlight, there didn’t seem to be any reaction at all… except from the owner, who was absolutely thrilled.
“You’re doing a good job,” the girl said.
I swallowed my last mouthful of lo mein. “Whatever you say.”
“You think you could eat more?”
I put a paw on my gut. It was pretty warm, but it could definitely take a bit more.
Okay, a lot more.
I nodded.
“You think you could compete for it?”
“Compete?”
“Fofaa!” she yelled, to somewhere in the back of the room.
Another old scrap from an old notebook—
Thunder woke me up in the middle of the night, and Jan had already gone. I rolled up my pack, figuring I’d get moving before the rain hit. The donut shop at the edge of the park was open all night and usually quiet.
In fact there was nobody there but Jeff behind the counter. He shaded his eyes as I came in—even though I was half asleep, my light was the brightest in the place.
“Hey Shine,” he said, reaching under the counter. ”The usual?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking my seat facing the wall. He brought me a tray with a dozen jelly donuts.
It started raining.
“You know, tiger,” he said, sitting across from me. ”I’m sure you’d have a place of your own by now if you eased up on the food a bit.”
“Man,” I said, “I’ve told ya, you have no idea what it’s like when this light burns down.”
I tore into the donuts.
I sat kind of awkwardly in the chair, and he scooted into the kitchen. My light flickered a bit uncertainly as people started to stare. Why would a place like this be so full of people this late at night?
I covered my face. Nobody’d said anything, nobody’d gotten up—they were just watching.
After about a minute, the guy came back, carrying three plates of food on a tray—chicken, pork, tofu, rice…
“I don’t have any money,” I said. When I’d spoken he looked at me like he just realized I hadn’t understood anything he’d said yet. (Sure, as a tiger I’m technically Asian, but it just doesn’t work that way.)
He gestured for me to wait and went back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a bored-looking teenage girl in dark makeup and a black dress.
He talked on for a bit, in Chinese.
“I can’t afford this,” I said to her.
“He says it’s on the house,” she said, after translating it back to him. ”I think he wants you to be a mascot.”
It was dimly lit, in the way Chinese restaurants tend to be, and I tried to point out my light, worried my belly’d cause a disturbance—the dining room looked pretty full.
He shook his head and chattered at me a bit more as he led me to a seat in the corner overlooking the whole room.
Mar 24
Tags: cumflation, fat, feeding, furry, mind control, nsfw, popping, requests, Ryu_Wolf, Shine, tigers, weird, wolves, writing
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I’d looked around a bit worriedly to see if I was about to be swarmed or something—I really didn’t feel like being ganged up on again.
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.”
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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