Tag: Fiction

A Night on the Bayou (Story by Kyell Gold)

“Don’t worry about it, Sean.” Ty’s voice blurred with static. “We got it covered here. Fargus even let me wear a uniform.” Sean pressed the phone against the fur of his cheek. “That old uniform the mouse left behind?” “No, one of yours. So it’s kinda baggy around the waist. You should lay off the fried foods while you’re out there.” “I’ll bring you back some beignets.” Ty laughed and reassured Sean again that the security at the casino was in excellent paws. The red wolf hung up feeling only mildly reassured and walked back to the bar, to a small table where five young people in cartoon t-shirts talked animatedly over drinks and a small bowl of crackers. A rat in a Nightwalkers t-shirt turned as Sean walked up and stuck out his paw. “Hi,” he said. “Everything okay?” Sean took Perry’s paw and squeezed it. “Yeah. I was going to run down a couple blocks. You okay here for a bit?” He let go, hoping Perry would stay in the bar. One of the others, a ferret in a Dragon Knights shirt, lifted his head. “You can hang out,” he said. “We’re not really talking about the shows right now.” “Sean’s from here,” Perry said. “He knows all the voodoo people down here. Probably going to get a doll to stick some pins in.” Sean laid his...

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Coming Back (Story by MikasiWolf)

One never knows what to believe in till the day he dies. Heaven? Hell? The fact is, it’s neither of them. When Joseph Snyder caved my head into the sidewalk for a few dollars and my four-year old IPhone, I felt free. Free from the earthly bonds that had defined my life ever since I arrived to this town. Relieved I would no longer feel the pain of heartbreak when Jessy Maria the raccoon dumped me. Thankful I no longer felt the sting of rejection from when Pa kicked me out of the family, all because I dated outside of my species. My life was constant pain, the suffering prolonged only by my stretched-out existence. My ears and tail had always lain flat when I lived. And when I died, I was perpetually in this state of bliss; no thoughts, no worries, no nothing. Everything just felt right. That was the first time my tail stood, even as my life melted into the sidewalk. So believe me when I tell you how angry I was when a novice Magic Man brought me back to life. No one of the living can ever understand the shock and fury at being ripped out of one’s well-deserved peace. It was as much my rage at this and his belief that I should be grateful that had me wringing his life out of...

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Somewhere in the Cypress (Story by Crimson Ruari)

“Ahh, no! No! Not again! Not now!” The beam from the flashlight sputtered and died, and Alex smacked it firmly, as though it would help. It might—the light had always been a little finicky. He’d never gotten around to replacing it because it had always worked well enough, and he’d sure paid enough for the stupid thing. But sometimes, it just liked to cut out, like it just had. It hadn’t ever screwed him over like this before, though. The death of the light left him with the after image of brightly-lit cypress trees fading from his vision. His ears flattened against his skull, and his tail tucked in tight to his thigh. The coyote panted softly as he tried to focus himself. Things weren’t that bad: he hadn’t gone far from the car; his eyes would recover soon, twenty minutes to full sensitivity, if he recalled correctly; he— No, things were just that bad. He was lost in the middle of the bayou somewhere east of Houston and his car was almost out of gas. He held his hands out in front of him and walked towards the last tree he remembered. It was barely visible, a darker pillar against the sky; the sun had set over an hour ago, but the sky held a lingering violet glow. He found the tree with his foot and tripped over...

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The Frog and the Firefly (Story by Corgi W)

It was a quiet night in the swamps. The fireflies were in abundance. Keeping with the times, the humidity was gentile. From one of the floating groups of lights, a single speck emerged, floating towards the reeds, where it was caught by the tongue of a frog. “Don’t eat me,” it cried, in the grasp of the amphibian’s tongue. The frog laughed. “Why not? All day I eat regular, boring flies. I’ve always wondered how a glowing one tastes.” “If you eat me,” the firefly replied, “I’ll make your belly glow. It’ll shine out for all the snakes to see.” The frog thought for a moment. “What if you’re lying? If that’s not true, and I let you go, then I’d lose my meal, and it’d be for naught. You’ve every reason to lie. I would, if I were you.” “I do,” the glowing bug admitted. “But, at the same time, if I’m telling the truth, you’ve much more to lose. Assuming neither of us are selfish, I could be saving your life, and you would let me live.” The frog needed a moment to think on this. “But, if we’re both selfish, and you really aren’t telling me the truth, then there’s no reason for me to release you.” It seemed the pair were stuck. Both had everything to lose, whether in altruism or selfishness. Fireflies, needing to...

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Thunderdome (Story by Kyell Gold)

Kyell Gold is an award winning author who has made a tradition of contributing a story to the Furry Fiesta conbook. Once again, Kyell takes us back to Las Vegas and to the life of Sean, a wolf who has a very special talent for the cards and fortune telling, which puts him in tune with a city that built itself upon cards and luck. With a little help from his Mother’s spirit, he makes his way in Sin City, and more about Sean can be found in the other Furry Fiesta conbooks and at Kyellgold.com *** “He had it coming,” the skunk insisted, though it was hard to hear him around the ice pack held to his jaw. “But why?” Sean insisted again. The red wolf sat in front of his boss, Fargus, the head of security for the Sultanate hotel. He’d given up looking back for guidance; the black wolf just remained maddeningly silent. There was a peccary in an LVPD uniform at the door, no more communicative. “Why?” The skunk sat forward in his hospital bed, his left arm coming toward the red wolf. Sean flinched, but the arm simply hung in the air as the skunk rocked forward, then back. His fist landed lightly on the bed. “Man, I ain’t never been that pissed off.” “You worked next to him for a month and then...

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All’s Well that Ends Well (Story by Eduardo Soliz)

Life after the Big War wasn’t easy, but folks got along as best they could in the dusty lands that had once been called North Texas. Before the bombs had dropped for the last time, jackalopes had been known as fictional creatures, but thanks to the unpredictable power of the atom, they now roamed the landscape alongside many other new beings and animals. Unlike their kitschy namesakes, they grew to be several feet tall, walked on two legs, could speak, and lived as the humans that had once ruled the planet did. Jack and April were two jackalopes who lived on a small farm a few miles away from Dallas, which was now a modest city of ten thousand beings. They tended their farm and enjoyed a quiet life that was briefly made less so by the occasional trip to the Dallas market to sell the fruits (and vegetables) of their labor. Awakened by the shrill crow of a roosterpillar, Jack threw on a set of overalls, picked up a bucket, and walked outside to the rain barrel. As it was the middle of summer, he was not surprised to find it empty. “Guess ahm a-goin’ to the well…” Jack muttered to no one in particular in his Texan accent. He started leisurely walking towards a barren hill, whistling and swinging the bucket back and forth as he did...

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Inferno (story by Kyell Gold)

The young red wolf Sean had his silicone oven mitts on—if nothing else—and was trying to get the beignet dough to behave while the oil in the deep fryer was heating up. Just roll it out, his ma’s recipe said, and cut into squares. But it kept sticking to the rolling pin, and the light bass voice from the other room wasn’t helping him concentrate. “Oh hoo hoo. I’m all shook up,” it sang, and then, “Well since mah baby left me, I found a new place to dwell…in his bed while he’s cooking up that…heavenly smell, oh Ah, Ah feel so hungry baby, Ah feel so hungry…Ah feel so hungry, I could die.” His bed creaked in the other room of his small apartment, but only a little. “You sure the Sultanate doesn’t need an Elvis impersonator impersonator?” The dough was approximately flat. He cleaned off the rolling pin and left it in the sink, cutting the slab of dough. “I told you, I can’t. We only hire Elvis impersonators. From the union.” “Blasted raccoons.” The voice became sharp. “Elvis would totally have been a bear if he could’ve. But honey, can’t you just tell them how good I am?” There was a meaningful pause. “At singing, I mean.” “I just work security.” The dough stuck to the knife, too, but Sean managed to get six squares that...

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Space Cowboy (Story by Kyell Gold)

Before Sean had time to do more than glance at the security office, the jackalope was already calling heartily, “Hey! Fargus! Git over here an’ meet the newest member of yer security team.” The large black wolf turned his head. Then he stood up. Sean hadn’t realized that Fargus had been sitting. The black wolf towered over him, at least a foot taller than Sean’s lean five-eight, probably twice his weight, too. The indigo “Sultanate” uniform seemed barely able to contain him, unlike Sean’s, which hung off his frame and crackled with starched uncertainty whenever he moved. Fargus peered down at him. “Ay? Don’t look big ‘nuff to toss out a cub in the slots.” “He ain’t on tossin’, he’s on sniffin’.” The jackalope draped a heavy arm over Sean’s shoulder, making the red wolf stagger. “This boy got a gift for findin’ out where the snakes are hidin’. An’ besides,” he said to Fargus’s impassive look, “Already hired him.” The black wolf stared Sean in the eye. “Right,” he said. “Lissen,” the jackalope said. “You got anyone rustlin’ up trouble there on the floor? Anyone you can’t figure how they’re doin’ it?” Fargus turned back to the bank of monitors and rubbed his chin. “Ay. Maybe.” “A’right!” The jackalope smacked Sean between the shoulder blades, propelling him forward almost into Fargus’s broad chest. “So set Sean here on...

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Fiesta (Story by Kyell Gold)

“Hey, Sean, here’s another one!” The weasel’s feathered headdress bobbed in the alley. “Mardi Gras is sweet!” A rangy red wolf lifted his head, setting a deck of cards down on an overturned cardboard box. “You think it’s somethin’ here,” he said, drawling out the “here” into two syllables, “y’oughta see it back home. Wouldn’t be able to hear y’self think.” Dawn had chased most of the Las Vegas revelers back to their beds, leaving the streets bright and eerily empty except for a film of feathers, confetti, and bottles, whole and broken. At the head of the alley they sat in, people passed by in ones and twos, most of them either swinging a bottle or holding a paw to their foreheads. “Who’s thinkin’?” The weasel brought a styrofoam container to his nose, his oversized white t-shirt bouncing on his narrow frame all the way back to the box. “Mmm. Chicken jambalaya. Your cards tell you where to find that?” “Didn’t ask.” Sean picked up the cards again, running his fingers over them as the weasel set the container down on the box and flipped the lid open. “They just told me to stay here.” “Sure they did.” The weasel sat cross-legged on the ground and scooped a pawful from the container into his mouth. “Mmmm. Stardust should serve this year round, man.” Sean kept his eye on...

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Future Tensed (Story by Eduardo Soliz)

“All I’m saying is that if you keep traveling back through time, you’re going to mess something up sooner or later.” April said to her partner, who was pacing around their laboratory like a caged animal. Jack stopped his pacing, turned to face her and raised his voice: “For crying out loud, April! I pop up in ONE old photograph and now you’re all skittish.” Now that Jack was standing still, April walked up to him and got in his face before continuing: “You’re getting careless, Jack. The closer you travel to modern times, the higher the chance that you’ll be caught on film. We’re just lucky the Butterfly Effect hasn’t…” Jack interrupted her with a scoff: “Oh please, not that load of baloney again. If Doctor Butterfly’s theory had been true, we would have popped out of existence or be speaking Swedish now or something.” “Well, I’m sorry, but I you are not making any future trips until we publish our findings and get feedback from our fellow physicists.” April insisted. Jack became livid and raised his voice. “Feedback? As far as we know, we are the first ones to actually travel back in time! All that we know about time travel up to this point have been educated guesses and theories. We are the experts, April!” He exclaimed while quickly pointing back and forth at himself and...

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Heroes and Villains (Story by Kyell Gold)

At first, Sean didn’t recognize the weasel in the holding cell. Probably because Malachai was chattering non-stop, his high voice cutting through Sean’s concentration. “You better watch out, or I’ll have your job.” The fennec’s ears perked, his muzzle gleeful. “Thousands of dollars stolen all around the casino and I’m the one who caught him. Not you, none of your fancy cameras. Look at all the stuff he had. He stole all of it, I’m sure.” Sean’s smaller ears remained as far down as they could politely. He scanned the items on the tabletop: small things, easily stuffed into...

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