I See Red Fur
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It started just like any other errand into town. Go get some groceries here, pick up some things there, fill the tank, the usual everyday stuff. Of course what starts out as normal doesn't usually end up that way, and even though I had hopes that this might be an exception, someone else had other plans in stock for me.
I saw the first one at the gas station, looking through a variety of products, of a rather unhealty kind I may add. At first I noted nothing wrong on him, after all people in fursuits and with plastic ears and fake tails were not that uncommon around here this time of the year (I think furs is the word for them, but I can't be sure of it), but then I saw the ear twitch.
I would have sworn that there had been nothing else there but plastic and fabric a moment ago, and I was sure it couldn't have moved like that, not even with animatronics at play, but I just saw it happen.
There, as if to mock me, it moved again and this time the other one followed, making two small stumps on top of the head where once a pair of little red triangles stood straight. Afraid I would look a little down and see him frowning, not to mention being caught staring, I quickly settled everything up and was on the calm streets once again.
It was the gases of the station playing tricks on you, I told myself I just have to convince mom and dad to buy one of the new hydrogen models sometime in the future.
And why am I driving this prehistoric thing anyway?
The next stop was going so smoothly, that it was just boring. I was just staring at the shelves and letting the list and my body pick up the various familiar brands while my mind wandered in the clouds of the future. That is, until I heard one of the strangest and most unimaginable sound at that particular moment and place. I turned around, not sure what to make out of the strange yelp and bark, and once again my gaze stood frozen on the scene in front of me.
There were two boys, or at least that's what their clothes told me they were, and they were fighting with fangs and claws, in the literal sense. There they were, two perfect fox-boys, with bushy tail included, struggling in the middle of the aisle and I was just standing there with my jaw large enough to hit the floor. Kind of reminded me of those puppies they often show playing on the nature channel.
If I hadn't believed that my mind could play any more tricks on me I was definately wrong as just some moments later, when the biggest one was about to pin the other to the ground, a big vixen came walking on two legs out of the corner with a cart in tow. I almost tought I was back at home, seeing the morning cartoon show at that moment, but the I saw her angry face and the dream fell apart. All at once she was towering her small male copies and abruptly separated them with a strong pull, or so I imagined from the sound of pain that came after, from their tails, moving them to either side of the metal vehicle and keeping an eye on them.
She then turned to address me “You have to excuse them,” she bagan to apologise “they are normally well behaved, but, you know, they are just kids”
I must have really been wide-eyed and with a lot of drool coming out of my mouth due to the shock that little scene had provocked on me, because the next thing I knew a red paw hit me square on the cheek and sent me looking at the shelves again. As my brain rewired itself back to conciousness I could hear the sound of claws on tiles getting away and the sniker of one of the kids.
I didn't lose any moment after that. I held to my cart as a life saver and in no time I was at the cashier, giving all the cash I had with my at the rather surprised young normal lady there, and leaving through the automatic doors.
I was sure that I had blood lines of the claws on my face, but I didn't care as a cold shill ran down my spine, making me have chicken skin all of a sudden.
I'm not a paranoid kind of person, but when anthropomorphic foxes start following you around you tend to act a little like one. I still had a firm determination to go pick up that present my mom had bought to one of her friends in one of the many stores that adorned a way-too-small-and-full-street-to-park-on-it avenue. It was either going there, possibly discovering an army of beast-men along the way and maybe a dragon or two, or facing my mother back at home. I opted for the safest choice and was walking rather rapidly through the sidewalk, turning around every now and then in case someone was following me.
It was on the brisk of sanity, when everything returned to normal and I swore never to eat dad's mystery loaf again, that I saw the first flash of red among the crowds, followed by another... and another... and another. In an instant all I was seeing was red fur, but not only from foxes anymore. There were bikers going down the road with a rather human body if it weren't for the paws instead of hands and feet thing, with a fluffy red tail. There were businessmen with expensive suits with no other difference than a long red muzzle and a fluffy red tail behind. There were old women sitting on a bench, ordinary in every sense except for the little red ears on top of their heads that turned at every sound, and the fluffy red tail behind.
I was going crazy, the world was going crazy, everyone was plotting against me! Running as if a big purple dinosaur was chasing me -in case you didn't notice, I don't like purple dinosaurs that much- I went to look for a way that would take me out of there, but I was completely surrounded so I just pushed open the nearest door and jumped inside.
I found myself in the exact place I wanted to be, a refuge from the outside and the antique store. There was nothing red here, no muzzles, no paws and especially no bushy tails, only the smell of rust, ancient wood and dust greeted me. I was just starting to breathe normally once again when I saw it, at the very far wall of the store staring at me.
He was tall, not as tall as me of course but still tall enough. His ears, that could obviously move in every direction they wanted, were now focused on me. His blackened nose smelled the air in my direction. His tail had frozen behind him but moved stiffly every now and then. His claws, the ones in all four limbs, were drawn and ready to strike. His face, if rather confused at first, began to change into a snarl, bared fangs included.
All this time, my own temper had been slowly rising. They had chased me, cornered me, made me act like a madman and I had finally become one. At the end, I would rather fight than watch them take over the world. With only that thought in mind, I charged the figure in front of me, and was glad he took in the challenge and was also driving at the inevitable point where we would meet some moments later. At the lenght of a meter or two, I took impulse, jumped... and the world got dark.
When lights and sounds started making sense again, I found myself sitting on a bench of an old style bar of the likes displayed at the cowboy movies, except this one had a shattered mirror. Soon enough, a familiar face looked back at me with half moon spectacles balancing dangerously at the tip of a rather white muzzle.
“Are you okay sweety?” the calm and soft voice of Ms. Fastpaw greeted me “That was a big hit you took back there”
“I'm fine, I think” I said, half believing it myself as my skull knocked at full volume once again and my ears went flat against it to try and quiet down the rather loud noises “But I believe the invaders are finally gatting into my mind” I added with a grin.
“I know they can be quite annoying at times,” she said while replacing the bag of ice and drying the wet fur with a piece of cloth “I frankly don't understand them. Dressing up in artificial bare skin and walking around with those flat faces and covered foot-paws is not my ideal of fun”
“Tell me about it,” I smiled at her “everyone knows that there could never be such a thing as humans, but some people just seem to love them without reason”
At that last bit, she also smiled at me.
When The old good lady made sure I wasn't hurt as bad as to merit a visit to the white building, I made my way home, silently thanking that no other human got in my way. Soon enough, I found myself holding the door open at the entrance of our den, when one of my little brothers, the oldest of the two, went pass me in what I could only describe as a foul mood in him. As if on cue, I heard him moving and scrambling things in his room until he found the book that no one else was allowed to even think about, and I knew he had begun to read through it and would be a long while before he came out of there.
I'll never understand him I muttered as I made my way to the kitchen to deliver everything and then moved my tail to the couch. Footpaws on one armrest, head on the other, tail falling to the ground on one of the holes especially made for them, and a clawproof remote in one hand was just exactly what I needed to get all this day out of my head. I turned up the TV just in time to catch the last cartoon, Superfox, the most powerful superhero of all times.
Humans, yeah right
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