Challenge #00497 - A122: When The Rot Came In
The beginning of the end of Nufurria
(or- I’m *really* curious as to how this society began, what it was like in its heyday, and how interaction with the larger galactic culture changed it. How do the Nufurrian ‘masters’ see themselves?)
Conception.
“Don’t you get it? We don’t have to be freaks and weirdoes any more! We can take all the furries and otherkin and everybody who loves anthropomorphics and go make a world in our own image. We have the technology to give the otherkin the bodies they deserve. We have the technology to make anthros. It’ll be just like heaven!”
Perception.
“Yeah, I’m gonna be surrounded with busty bitches who’ll do whatever I tell them to! It’s gonna be perfect.”
“I’m gonna have a bunch'a pigs and make ‘em farm truffles. Hilarious.”
“I’m going to be a glorious unicorn. At last.”
Inception.
“We’re here to celebrate the beginning of a wonderful new world!”
The crowds cheered. It was going to be the best party ever. The first batches of newly Uplifted beings were coming of age. Being part of society. The Changed welcomed them into their homes.
An uncomfortable amount of the Unchanged welcomed more into their bedrooms.
Deception.
“No, I’m not mistreating her. She loves it, don’t you Bitch?”
Bitch wagged her tail and nodded. Her master had said her name! And if she was a good girl, he would give her a treat.
Exception.
“You have to understand, Rover. Your puppies will go to new homes very quickly. People love puppies. It’s just… harder… to house a full-grown Dog.”
“You will make sure they go to good homes? Loving homes? I don’t want to see them in the arena. Or… in those movies…”
“We’re underfunded, I’m sorry.” Two sets of eyes, human and canid, looked at the scrawl that had been on the wall for weeks.
It read: DIE BLEDIN HART PUSY BICH!
They didn’t have the money, the time or the resources to get rid of it. Halfhearted attempts with whitewash didn’t work. The paint kept bleeding through.
“We have to take fosters at their word.” The humans teary eyes completed the story.
Reception.
“Hi there,” said the Dog at the podium. He wore a golden sash over parachute pants and a pocket-bandollier. He also had a golden chain that kept a cape made out of an enormous towel on his shoulders. “My name is O'Ranges. I am made ambassador for Nufurria. This is my human, Aelki! She found me in a box and made everything better.” O'Ranges picked up the diminutive Aelki and hugged her like a child would embrace a teddy bear. “There are many like me who wait in boxes for good home. Many never find one. Please. We need help.”
The Galactic Alliance was only too glad to assist.
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