/furry/ - Your new home

Day 1:

I awoke to a dozen sets of blurry eyes staring at me, my wavy vision dipping in and out as rolled my head and tried to gain a grasp on what was going on around me. My everything hurt, each small movement felt like I was being punched repeatedly, my left arm felt the worst though, I was sure it was broken. All I could make out in my feverish state was the looming darkness, punctured only by a single large door that let in far-too-bright sunlight, I was in a room? No. A Hut. I passed out.

I awoke again as a pair of fuzzy fingers pushed a morsel of food into my mouth, it was boiled fish, followed by a drink of water so cold it stung, I turned my head to see who it was but could only make out a figure in the gloom, it felt like someone was balancing a statue on my head. I passed out again.

Day 2:

The fever had mostly broken by the next morning, I opened my eyes and was glad to see they worked properly this time, it was still early as the night's chill lingered in the air. I found myself laid out on a bed of straw, completely naked from head to toe, on what seemed to be a heated, raised platform that took up the majority of the floorspace, I wasn’t sure how they heated it but I was grateful, it was very comfortable.

With great effort I raised my left arm and confirmed my assumptions against the dawn light streaming through the door, it had been wrapped tightly with a splint and cloth, I twitched my finger and was glad to see they still worked, doing so reminded me that Everything still hurt. I set it back down, only then noticing that something shuffled beside me, it was a fuzzy body, there was another one on my opposite side, and one at my feet, and one curled next to my head, I turned it to see that the whole platform was a pile of snowy white sergal pups (not dissimilar to my own white hair), all sleeping and snoring in all manner of weird positions around me, all equally nude. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again.

I awoke later that morning, the headache had subsided but the everything-ache was still there. Leaning over me where two little wedgelike faces, both jumping back in surprise as I turned my head, hissing and barking at each other before one shot out the door, returning quickly with a much larger adult, snowy white just like the others. I was hard to tell what gender it was, but I ended up calling this sergal “Mother”, as she seemed to have the job of looking after the pups. I spent the day in bed, being nursed by her and becoming a thing of extreme curiosity for the smaller pups, the older looking ones having been shooed out during the day.

Day 3:

The third day was much better, I was still bedridden, but I could move my limbs again, eventually managing to sit myself upright. The youngest pups had become quite enamoured with me, trying constantly to lay over me before Mother would push them off and bark at them, their fur was really soft and fluffy. She was constantly in the hut now, either preparing food or tending to me or the pups. She was often joined by a much older looking sergal, whom I named “Grandmother”, who seemed to share her duties, her white fur had turned silver and scraggly in places and she seemed to have much less patience than Mother for the older pups, constantly peeking through the doors and windows at me.

Mother joined us on the heated platform that night, I found myself cocooned in a dozen furry bodies, all sleeping on top of one another, I managed to find a thigh for a pillow and slept much better for it.

Day 4:

I finally managed enough energy to move myself over to the edge of the platform and sit against it, my feet pressed against the cold ground for what seemed like the first time in an age. I was slowly recovering, being able feed myself by this point. The meals slowly evolved from simple boiled fish to include strange vegetables that I didn’t recognise, again boiled, they didn’t taste of much, but they were soft and easy to eat.

The youngest pups seemed to perpetually occupy my lap despite Mother's best efforts, I didn’t mind too much, they were soft and warm, though I kept having to remind myself that my arm was broken as I went to move them, any shrieks made them bolt out of the hut like scared kittens. Their fur colour was so much like my own hair, I always wondered if that was the reason I was saved.

Day 5:

I woke up, remembered how it all happened, like a switch has been turned on in my head. There was a frightening storm, a wagon crossing a bridge, I was in it, my sister was in it too, and mother and father, we were going somewhere to escape a war, a huge wall of water hit the and took the wagon into the raging river. I cried all morning, I don’t think they understood why, but they could tell I was upset, Mother sat by me and ran her fingers through my hair, it helped calm me down.

I managed to stop sulking by the afternoon and spent the rest of the day sat up against the wall, watching Mother and Grandmother boil and pulverise small, silver fish which the older pups brought them throughout the day, most of it went to feeding the young, it seemed like fish made up the majority of their diet. Mother spent the night with us again, only now did I realize how large she was, easily 7ft tall and slightly broader than any sergal I had met before, their lack of common language was also weird.

>>513148

You are aware of the fact that you can post multiple images in one post, right?

i've got about ten pages written about a sad little kobold who becomes the town whore.

i've kind of hit some writer's block and it sort of trails off, unfinished.

i should pick it back up again

Day 6:

I was able to walk again. I stood and gripped one of the roofs supporting timber posts for support and was finally able to realize why everything had looked so out of place, the entire hut was built for someone 2ft taller than me, it made me feel a bit like a child, which was probably why I ended up in the nursery. Maybe they had never seen a human before.

Walking around the hut, I also found out why the platform was so warm. At the end closest to the door, there was a gap between the platform and the floor where a fire should be (judging by the ash and soot), the entire platform was raised on pillars, which let the warm air from the fire circulate beneath, it was quite clever.

The older pups were slowly let back inside the hut during the day as I regained my strength, a few of the more mature ones were about my height, but most were smaller. They spent most of their time play fighting with each other or sleeping, though the older ones were very curious about my furless skin, constantly poking or stroking it. It was quite annoying.

Day 7:

I was determined to go outside, I got one of the older pups to help me, once he understood what I wanted, it was slowly getting easier to communicate, though I still had no idea what their barks, whines and hisses actually meant.

I stepped outside into the bright mid-day sun, it felt wonderful against my skin after a week of being inside the gloomy hut. The village was situated at the bottom of a grassy valley, about 30 huts spread themselves alongside the river and up the hillside, each its own size and slightly different, a path connecting them all had been work into the grass and covered in smooth pebbles, presumably from the river.

There were other sergals walking about, each their own shade of silvery white and all clothless. Males and females were slightly easier to differentiate now I had a chance to see one, their manhood was quite visible and not hidden at all. Mother came and sat beside me, sitting one of the small pups on my lap as she spoke to passing villagers. I stayed there most of the afternoon and ended up drawing quite a crowd, only dispersing once Grandmother arrived and hissed angrily at the congregation of adults.

>>513154

>>513169

>ifunny.co

What part of you thought this was acceptable?

I just shouldn't have opened that mysterious box in the attic. I just should have ignored that weird noise that came from inside. I should have read the warning labels.

But the very moment the box was opened, a huge mass of fur and latex was thrown upon me. It was a coyote full body costume, except that this costume in particular had a mind of its own. And right now, what he wanted was to find a new host.

With it's sharp coyote claws, the costume shredded your clothes, leaving you in the nude, as the costume suddenly forced itself upon you, encasing your legs inside it's own. You could hear the costume squirm and move as it slowly encased your body inside of it.

Your legs began to feel weird, as the costume merged with your skin and the fur outside the costume became your own. You began feeling the coyote tail hanging on the backside of the suit, as the right paw lunges towards your right hand, covering it almost inmediately.

In that moment, the anatomically correct coyote phallus in front of your costume fuses with your very own dick. You moan, as your cock becomes longer and stronger each second, as pleasure invades your whole body.

You can see how your proud coyote rod is beginning to drip pre, as you become increasily horny and your balls get slightly bigger. You feel tempted to jerk it off, meanwhile the costume covers more and more parts of your body to finish your transformation.

Day 8:

I had been here a week now, my status of a thing of extreme curiosity for the pups had diminished and they now just treated me as another one of them, often goading me into play fighting which was cute at first, but the small ones had sharp teeth.

My energy was improving so I spent the day exploring the village in more detail, followed by an entourage of bored pup of assorted sizes. Every hut was similar, round in shape with 8ft high walls and a shallow thatched roof, some were a bit more oblong and others had little built on outhouses, but they generally looked the same. The village itself was dominated by a large open, grassy space in its centre, this seemed to be a communal working area and market, with various adults sitting on intricately woven mats, I couldn’t see what they were selling as I walked past.

I’d almost forgotten about my nudity by this point, my previous efforts to find clothes were fruitless, the only fabric-like things this village seemed to produce where thick animal pelts, which they used for bedding, and woven grass mats used to sit on. It didn’t bother me so much now, I think the glances I got where more to do with my appearance rather than my nudity. I was grateful it was summer.

Mother found us by the riverbank as the sun began to set and herded us back into the nursery hut, I guess I was counted as one of the pups now. Mother stoked the fire and slept with us again, I think she was worried about my lack of fur.

>>513152

dirty kobold story now up to 15 pages

i can probably wring at least another five out of it before i give up completely!

>>513917

> :3

>>513950

I wrote a psych evaluation for a character I might use in other things. I was inspired after reading the Nick Bate psych profile on /cow/. It was nice learning what's in those things, pretty complex. This was an interesting character building activity, might try it out again in the future. Figuring out how a character would respond to a Thematic Apperception Test would be a nice way to get inside their head.

http://pastebin.com/0z6NbXbY