Ok enough with that sappy, life falling apart bullshit, we’re getting that out of the way, I’m getting out of my own way (I don’t know what that means, it just sounds good) and getting down to some real work here.
So here we go, another unedited, untested, raw chapter of Green Sunday part 2, for your viewing pleasure.
Also shit yeah, lots of updates, already I have cover sketches and shit, and they look awesome and yes they’re going to be at the bottom of this blog, actually no, I changed my mind, I’ll post them tomorrow.
I was just thinking this would be too packed, with the chapter and the cover stuff and I could stretch it to two blogs instead haha.
Just the chapter now, we’ll do the art tomorrow, sound good? I thought so.
So here it is, chapter 3, (it says 4, there was a prologue, they don’t count.)
Link to the full chapter as always below.
“Hi, I’m err, Mr Fuzzles.” Fuzzles the purple cat swallowed hard. His throat was dry, palms sweaty, mom’s spaghetti, riding low in his lower intestine, making him feel a little bloated. “Err what’s your name?”
The unicorn girl turned around and said in a sweet voice “My name is Sparkles, nice to meet you.”
“Hi, err, I was wondering if you’d like to, go for a walk with me?” Fuzzles said scratching the back of his big purple head as he trailed off at the end.
“I dunno, I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the convention centre, it might not be safe.” The unicorn said bouncing slightly and pressing her hooves together.
“Oh well I would protect you, this cat has claws rarrrr” Mr Fuzzles said play slashing the air with his claws.
Sparkles giggled holding up her hooves to her snout and said “Well if you put it like that. I have no choice but to walk with you.”
“R-really?” The man dressed as a purple cat said. “Great” He said as he put his paw out to receive her hoove.
The girl dressed as a sparkly white unicorn put her hoof in his paw and they walked towards the main entrance of the whitefish convention centre.
“Get the fuck out of my way, furry freaks!” Zomnision shouted as he pushed them apart barrelling into the main convention hall. The convention floor was decked out with banners for the annual furry convention. Men and women dressed as various animals real and imagined, some in giant diapers for some reason, having the time of their lives. In a space they felt safe and secure surrounded by people just like them.
“What’s his problem?” Mr Fuzzles said as he got up and helped Sparkles to her feet.
“I dunno but he looked kind of sick to me.” She cooed softly.
Zomnision staggered, sweating, barely keeping on his feet, “Fucking fuck, what the fuck? I can’t, I can’t keep it in anymore!” He could feel it building, pressure. He let it slip a little bit pushing past a pack of silver wolves. They were standing in a queue for one of the booths selling oversized furry sunglasses. Little squeaky farts and burps he couldn’t keep in. Something was growing and multiplying inside him at a rate he couldn’t control. His vision was a blurr of sweat and fur. “Someone call me an ambulance!”
“You’re an ambulance!” Some anonymous idiot shouted.
“Is that guy on drugs?” A golden marmacet man said.
“What’s with the weird swammy get up?” A mauve giraffe asked.
“Is that cultural appropriation?” A rhinestone pequin in a giant foam cowboy hat said.
“That outfit is kind of racist” Someone said in a valley girl accent.
He fell slamming right into a black wolf with red highlights and bondage gear on. He was holding up a sign that said ‘FREE HUGS’ on it next to a stall with a rainbow flag selling t-shirts. The wolf angrily got to his feet and said “You got a problem you Jeanie looking faggot motherfucker?”
“Please help me!” Zomnision whimpered as the wolf man picked him up by his frilly collar. He was burping and coughing and leaking a strange clear liquid out of his mouth and nose and eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you man?” The wolf said as he pushed him away, wiping his furry paws on himself, looking at the strange liquid. “What is this? It stinks!”
Zomnision tumbled into a pile of furries who were writhing around in a big inflatable ball pool.
“Hey man you’re not a furry” A blue fox with straps across his chest said in the pile.
“Yeah get lost buddy, furries only” A green otter person wearing a pirate hat and eyepatch said.
“Yiff your own kind!” A grey wolf wearing a neckerchief said.
“Get a furself or get out pal” A brown bear in a bikini said in a threatening man’s voice.
“Please, I need help!” Zomnision gurgled, the noises in his stomach were audible to all now and there was movement under his clothes. He seemed to be puffing up, getting larger, his skin bubbling. “It’s in me, I can’t keep it in anymore, it’s growing!”
They furries couldn’t not see it now, Zomnision’s flesh was unnaturally distended. It was stretching as some build up of pressure was pushing his gut and neck and cheeks out. He was filling up like a balloon all the veins raising under his skin like he decompressing.
“What the hell is wrong with this guy, is this some kind of joke?” A man dressed as a Gerbil painted in the colours of the swedish flag.
“What do we do?” A goffer dressed as willy wonka asked.
“Pop him with a pin” A ferret cosplaying as Jack Sparrow asked.
“I can use my claws” A badger wearing an army helmet said.
“You’re not a real badger gary!” The gofferman said.
“I am too, that’s ignorant!” Gary responded.
“I can’t hold it anymore!” Zomnision screamed, his eyes popping out of their sockets, his skin tight and taught and white. There was so much force on his body they could hear his blood vessels popping, his bones creaking as they bent.
“He’s gonna blow!” An owl dressed as Hulk Hogan squawked.
A thundercrack of an unhuman fart ripped through the convention. Within a matter of seconds a thick green gaseous mist spread through the stalls. Saturating the entirity of the convention centre touching everything, filling the room like a vacuum. A green poodle in a top hat and monocle noticed it first breathing it in and passing out, but not before dropping the monocle in it’s drink. Next a parrot in a sombrero inhaled and keeled over. Panic spread as fast as the mist and a stampede for the door was inevitable but it was too late. They were bottle necked, trapped like crabs in a bucket as the mist engulfed them and put them down on the ground unlikely to get up.
Waves of multi-coloured wolves with mutlitcoloured hair and foxes and horse people fell to the ground. Within a matter of moments the convention centre fell silent.