User:Hawl/A Dream Of Freedom City
A Dream Of Freedom City
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by Hawl Tygarus Enroygall & Seranima Iris Nichols-Vernon Freedom City is (c) Phil Geusz
This dream involves a novel written by our very own Phil Geusz, I have read the book and recommend it to anyone. You don't have to be furry to like it, but it helps. Currently Freedom City is on sale for 20 dollars at Amazon.com and can be purchased here http://www.amazon.com/Freedom-City-ebook/dp/B008R53QVU
I had an unusual sleeping experience, for reasons I can’t really explain the dream had a much different feel, maybe it was the meditation, maybe it was the newer meditation aide This had a different feel, it was more lucid, yet more dream like at the same time. Like being an actor in a movie and yet watching the movie at the same time. I was at a harbor, a younger human female. I recognize this place, it’s the City of the Freedomites. My friend Phil Geusz built this place, of course here he is known as Harvey Foote, owner of the Rabbit’s Foot Family Resort Hotel and Casino, though one I had a daydream of a GAXIS spinoff involving Phil-phil starting to live here with my former goddess Lilith. I’d totally call it “Phil and Lil”, I’d never actually make it, the idea was purely in jest.
A big fat cat in a coat, with shades and a hat, he appeared to be a tabby, a damn bit of a chubby. He called out to me. “Hahaha, well if it isn’t Sera?” after taking a cigar out of his pocket and putting it to his mouth. “Haven’t seen or heard from you in a long long while.”
I looked at him curiously, I just had the strangest feeling that I had met him before. “Who are you?” I asked, somewhat inquisitively, somewhat angry, I knew who this was. I had seen him before in a memory of my youth, but he was clearly older than me I’d place him at 38. Somehow that number seemed right, even for one as hard to age correctly as those of the furry persuasion, especially in Freedom City where anyone rich enough can treat the town like their own personal Never Never Land.
“I’m you, after you realized this whole trans thing was out of your reach. I was born a man, and a man is what I am. I forgot how cute I could look at times though.” He patted me on the back, I guess in a half-hearted way of cheering me up.
“What....” I looked at him, getting defensive I started to change, mainly just growing claws
He lit his cigar as he gave me a look. “I left the writing scene, picked me up a saxaphone and learned me the blues, now I played here in the City of Freedom! Gengineered myself away the hormones” he took a big puff.
“Did you ever find enlightenment? What happened with Paradise or Mayan Eye.” I asked, my Emerald City cat eyes of Green growing wide. I was somewhat afraid at this point, no that was an understatement. I was aware I was dreaming
“I had to say what I had to say, and what I had to say wasn’t much in the end.” The tabby said taking another hit off of his cigar and blowing it in my face. I coughed, distracted by the stank of tuna and tobacco, I had a cat nose by this point with my ears half formed, so my sense of smell was heightened a kajillion times better than my normal one. My sense of smell was always terrible. “....We hate tuna....”
“The old me who thought we just needed a pussy and a few estrogen tablets to be happy did.” He looked to the side, it was very obvious he had contempt for me. “Naw, the cat tongue loves it. Got a large gengineering debt to pay off and the only place hiring wants cat girls or rabbits in generals, so I cut fish when I’m not firing up the blues.” I was sincerely hoping I didn’t live in a honey comb in this future, nothing would insult me more. If I lived in Freedom City I’d be a tigress exotic danger in the Kitty Catsle with large supplies of peach flavored white wine.
“No! We are a writer! We build worlds, lives, mysteries, friendships, formed words of such great power known throughout the multiverse as bringers of salvation and da.... You don’t even care do you?” I said, looking mostly human, not feline enough to be cute, changed enough to look freaky as hell, like some kind of hermaphrodite cat demon.
“I did once, it’s been great catching up. Have fun growing up kid!” Future Me said, frowning, shaking his head. He finished his smoke and threw it down, moving his foot over it slowly. Right before the fatty tabby stomped his bare hindpaw down he laughed. Instead he picked it up and flicked it into the ocean. “Can’t wear shoes anymore, old habit, burnt myself a few times. Listen, I gotta head on back to work. Meet me around where the old Cat House used to be, I play a mean hit.”
“You could probably get Phil, I mean.. Harv to hire you as a promoter if you’re good enough, dude hires furries like we’re free candy.” I suggested, knowing this city well. Here, you’ve gotta make Mr. Foote happy if you want to be happy. It’s far less cruel than it sounds, he’s benevolent, easy to catch the attention of and has a lot of money.
“Maybe, or maybe not, he’d probably just call the cops for me making a scene. The rich and luxurious have never been kind to those down on their luck, they’re all the same.” He said shaking his head. “Freedom’s another word for slavery, we’ll die one day. You believe in that spirit heart of the cards guardians of the earth united we roar bullshit, but you’ll grow up one day.“
With that he finally started to leave, I was now fully a tigress and fully pissed off. I roared at him. “Listen here boy me! I will NEVER be you, the power to be alive is in my grasp and I WILL USE IT! I AM SERANIMA! I AM FEMALE! As I was always meant to be....”
He stopped, laughed for a bit, and shook his head. “Some people just have to fall hard.”
“I...... how can you say that? I’m you!” In retrospect it was a dumb thing to say, but I was angry and forgot that a roar would have worked wonders here.
“I know.” He said before vanishing into the crowd.
I closed my eyes, I had to get in touch with my feminine side.....
I opened them and found myself in the Kitty Catsle, Harvey Foote’s Strip Club, dancing and horny, in the same cage as Walter McKee, a beautiful transgender tigress who came to this city to be a free woman. Here I was celebrating my woman side and my animal side though the art of erotic dance. Rave music played and the scent of phermone was strong in the air, I was nude in my orange and black striped splendor. My perfect curved body was a wonderful display for various faceless. My fingers dove downward to my crotch, whenever I think of gender bending or change in general I get this sensation in my chest that I can’t explain. Tht sensation was going off like mad. This was my lucid dream and I had a babymaker! Fallopian tubes, clit, slit, ovaries, all woman and nothing of the penis I had grown to be ashamed of. I actually have a pretty sizeable one on my human body, but I find it even more insulting, I’m a woman, we don’t have cocks and I don’t want to feel one. My admirers were cheering as I explored the innards of the genitals that I so desperately wanted, and mrrrrowl! I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Male. Orgasms. Are. Pathetic! The estrogen let me experience an emulation, but having the parts was.... this is my fantasy, this body, this is what I sought for, what I crave even though I know such a fascination is unhealthy, but right now that wasn’t important, what was was that it was mine now and nameless potential johns are WORSHIPPING ME for my happiness. The faceless men were looking up at my cage and calling out the name “SERANIMA!”, some were paying me comments. “I don’t usually say this about cats, but damn girl!”, “Nice ass baby!”, “How much to be in the cage with her?”, “Oh you succubus, God, what devil do I have to sell my soul to for you to just fucking eat me.” that last one made me feel uncomfortable, long story..... Eventually I grew bored, their comments became empty and losing meaning, at first they made me feel warm and toasty inside was this what that fatass meant? No one was applauding me for being free. No one respected that I was a transwoman living the dream of complete and no strings attached femininity. Not even myself, I was starting to feel down and put my paws around the cage, everyone cheered as I looked up, teary eyed. What had I done putting myself in this prison? I was now truly a zoo animal, something to gawk at. Striped furry mammal with tits for the pervs, though they are large, round, and... gaah... I get distracted by them too much in the WAKING WORLD and they’re not as perfect as these succulent orbs of.... Starring again!
I remembered philosophies my friend Xhyz had shared with me, and remembered that I put myself in this cage and I can take myself out, so I reappeared on a yacht. This reminds me greatly of how Manifest Destiny, the third book in the Freedom City series, opens. I have only read the preview in my print of Freedom City which to my surprise included the second book “Pilgrim”, do you think Phil will give me a royalty check if I tell everyone reading this to go buy Phil Geusz’s Freedom City, Manifest Destiny, and download for free the first book in his awesome sci-fi series about rabbits on Amazon now under the title of Ship’s Boy? Eh probably not, still go read them, they’re awesome, and loaded with bunnies. Ya like bunnies? Go read Phil’s books.... Do it now, why are you reading about my dreams? I suck at this! Ya think I’m good? Phil’s works are gonna be like Shakespeare in comparison!
Anyway, as I stand here drinking a nice cold glass of refreshing Carrot Flavored Phil Juice, now on sale for 4.25 on the online store... Okay I’m lying.... The truth is that I am looking out at the ocean from the boat, the smell of salt water, the scent that called young sailors to adventure, filling my kitty nose. I laid down and began sunbathing, it was nice to be outside of my cage. It was nice to be Seranima, maybe I’ll be that fatcat one day, but I doubt it, and I hope not. He was a flippin’ housecat! How the hell does someone like me lose the wild side so badly that they become a housecat!
Maybe there’s another Sera, one who gives up on her dreams.... But that’s not me. I think I’ll just... Think for awhile...
I quickly found myself human again and in the waking world, I had recalled that I was over at Xhyz’s house celebrating his birth month during this dream. His brother woke me, ironically to ask if he wanted me to set an alarm for work. I’d ordinarily complain about being forced to be human again, shemale again, and made to do the monotonous task of washing dishes for several hours unending, but I’m feeling really good right now, plus getting some cash in my pocket won’t be a bad thing at all. Still, I think I’ll try to lay back down. I still have things I want to sort out, questions to answer that I just can’t think of how to put into words. Though when I see Helena again, I’ll have to ask her how to put on eye shadow the correct way.