Chicken-Wannabe

My fursona is a genderless alien shapeshifter, called a Pimedan, who is the very last of his race, after a different planet's galactic army wiped out mine searching for a missing government figure. Almost all Pimedans look the same, basically like a cross between a kangaroo and a black panther. His primary, most-of-body color is a dark purple, and his highlights are bioluminescent, glowing navy blue stripes. His stripes go up in a pair on the sides of his torso like suspenders, go down from the rear of his head, starting at the scalp, down his back and to his tail in a V shape. He also has stripes of his highlight color going up the sides

A Night to Be Depressed-TF Story As Matthew walked out of the front doors of the high school to his car, he checked around him briefly in order to make sure that a certain someone wasn't following him around. He needed to get home and start his homework, and another negative distraction with his girlfriend could end poorly for the both of them. If he could just make it home without worrying about it, then maybe he would live to see the light of day tomorrow. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating it a little bit, but he was completely aware of the steepening decline of his relationship with Kate, his girlfriend. Up until about a month or so ago,

Sunrise Curse—TF Story Chapter 1 There was a sound nearby, Cid thought. It seemed like it at least. Buzzing, repetitive beeping, or something of the sort. He had heard it before, but he couldn’t remember where or why. Suddenly a few shakes on his bed woke him up, forcing him to get out of bed. He was asleep, and the noise was his alarm clock. Cid had never been good about waking up on time, and he wasn’t about to change anytime soon. Of course, he needed to if he ever wanted to go somewhere in life. He had a semi-lame job, he believed. Who really wants to work at McDonald’s anyway? And in the mornings, on a Monday? Su

"Thank you, and God bless America," he bid to his large audience as he stepped down from the podium. Tall men in suit-and-tie followed him as he left the stage one more time. He had made promises, and definitely was not a man about to give up on them. But strangely, it would be hard to fulfill his goals as president of the United States. He was nervous, and there was not really any sort of reason as to why he felt how he did. He simply believed that creating jobs and golden opportunities for his citizens would be difficult, in turn making fixing the economy even worse. Leaving his bodyguards outside the door of the Oval Office, he went in, u