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Download Submission. Short Stories. File type : Text File. I am not here to destroy, kill or intimidate It is the Christmas season, i wish to participate.

I want to tell my story in rhyme just like that Which is more than i can say about the live action "The Cat in the Hat" I was inspired by DocWolph, Xendrian and rinjipantera Redsilverartist, redsaber, dnapalmhead and b9tribeca. I love big muscles they hold that much power I would praise anyone with huge muscle everyday every hour. I have created characters and written short stories Hoping that it would bring me fame and glories. I once created "Queen Masters" to be my first furry to be ruthless, smart and famous just like Tim Curry.

I created two titans; Brodgia and Queen Superior But compared to the first two, the titans were inferior. My goal was to have characters to be a big as biff To have biceps and muscles much bigger than devmgf. I entered my character to the Might of Maidens contest If she was in the top 10, i would be very blessed. However, my characters has earned me some press I have fans like kay-dee, manthomex and muddyness.

I will create new adventures and characters with huge muscle mass Anyways Happy holidays and have yourself a Merry Christmas. The borders of its scaled mouth creased and began to part and eventually open, as if searching for words.

Although the reaction spanned the time equivalent to a second, it had warranted enough time for Weber to notice that it actually looked surprised. The youth realized by now that, despite some flaws, it had just talked to him. But he also realized that a dream was a dream, so he figured there was no harm in playing along until his body saw it fit to awaken. It tried again, with some success. Its voice sounded smoother already. After what seemed like several more minutes had passed, the figure of the strange being resting on him came back into view, looking much more pleased with itself.

Weber was still numb all over, but through his confusion tried to continue speaking. Something close to an hour of this must have gone on before Weber was able to find out what was happening to him. For a dream, he realized he was falling asleep in the middle of it too much.

Now he was warily beginning to appreciate the notion that this was reality. You read what those are, right? Thanking you, Weber!

Do you have a name, if you know what I mean? It still looked quizzical, its head bobbing to the side a little as it regarded the exposition. Why do I need the name? If there were more than one of you here, and you looked alike, I would give each of you names.

You see what I mean? It looked at Weber, then up, then back at him, that increasingly endemic grin on its face. What does that mean, then? What does what mean? It seemed impressive enough that, should this be reality, this creature could learn and hopefully comprehend all the accrued knowledge he possessed in just a few hours.

Then he had his next thought. I mean, if you want one. He almost sounded more like he used to when he was with his old dog, as a younger child. If this was some dream, then it was at least an interesting one, though definitely unexpected.

The youth thought and thought, until one word for whatever reason jutted out into his mind, until he was sure that it would be a fitting name for the beast. Your skin color is like the ocean, and it makes me think of the reefs. I like Corl! I want that name, Weber, pleez? Try and say it like that from now on. By the way, what are you doing here? Weber supposed that was a compliment back. From where? That dust in the watch? God, you must have been microscopic! Say, you can stop growing when you want to, right?

Coral seemed to be taking in each question one at a time, furrowing its miniscule brows as it thought, which made the wave of plated crests between its eyes running down to its snout curl inward slightly.

The thing simply looked on up at him, its tail flitting about at random. You know, like a master or a God or something? Whoever owned you, they must be worried by now. Before all the questions Weber had could be answered, however, a strange disturbance intruded upon their incredibly interesting conversation: the sun had risen. Had that much time passed? Weber practically leapt off the mattress, sending Coral up and down on the bed, making it laugh with the bouncing motion.

Even though this was a very different situation, he was almost like a robot: he was supposed to go, so he did, every weekday, like clockwork. Yet all the while that he prepared himself to leave, he began to wonder what he was supposed to do with the thing, er, Coral. This seemed more and more like reality, so he began to think more and more clearly. But it could read minds and even get larger at will, and who knows what else?

That should be okay, though, since it said it could stop when it wanted to. This was so crazy. It had actually spoken to him. It could talk, and he, he alone had had a chance to speak one on one with this unreal being all night and into the morning. So what, then, did this make it his pet? Was it here to stay, or was it going to move on, now that it had become large enough to exist in this world? Was that sort of thing even possible?

How small was it supposed to be originally? God, this was insane! Before Weber could finish, the familiar knock came from downstairs, signaling that it was time for him to get moving back to the real world. He yelled back down at the stairs that he was already up, and once properly sanitized returned to his room.

This was all obviously some sort of fluke, it had to be. After all, when someone with an imagination like his was intrigued, there was no way to abort it, at least not so soon.

Coral was still on the bed, trying to shift its weight so as to make the soft mattress bounce for it again. For a moment he stood there by the doorway, watching on in restrained wonder, waiting to finally wake back up to reality.

Human beings have usually credited themselves as being a very adaptable species, and Weber agreed wholeheartedly. But something this far out…something like this would be quite an adjustment. Weber tried to explain himself while going about his business. How much others? If asked again somewhere along the road in his life, he might have admitted that there was some endearing quality to its eagerness for his company.

He stopped his rhetoric for a moment and sat down on the bed next to the creature, his weight making the bed sink to where Coral slid down and bumped into his side. That brief contact with him made it seem all the more real. He grabbed the remote control and held it vertically in his right hand to display it to Coral. Weber froze for a minute, teeth clenched, then sighed in relief. This is a machine, like that watch you were stuck in before you outgrew it!

The screen exploded with bright pixilated visions of colorful morning news graphics and upbeat theme music booming gloriously through the attached mini-speakers on the sides.

It twitched in surprise, then sat there on the bed against Weber, the news programs and flashy commercials racing across the reflections cast in its large eyes as it watched, unable to turn away.

These are TV programs, or TV shows, as most of us call them. There are all kinds of shows on television. Look at this. Coral watched the remote before turning with newfound anticipation at the screen to see what Weber would do next.

Not only was the activity an enjoyable feeling because it would buy him spare time, but even more so that it seemed to make the same old shows seem more impressive to him as well. He seems to like it plenty, Weber thought with a relieved smile as he watched Coral watch television with complete giddiness. The youth guessed that was just the natural gender-placement for a guy to use.

In late , DNA announced his retirement from the furry scene, expressing a desire to move on from macro-fur related artworks. After several months, he took down his gallery on Fur Affinity and disabled his page. Dnapalmhead continues to update and sell comics at his shop on e-junkie. Dnapalmhead continues to update and sell comics at his shop on e-junkie, after having retired from the community.

New comics such as "Fed Up" that has never been seen on FurAffinity can be found at this shop, as well as the current and ongoing Boob Camp which has surpassed pages to date. As of July , Dnapalmhead has announced new comics will continue to be posted after Boob Camp's conclusion, should people still express interest in purchasing his work.

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