Bun Meat

Running through the boardwalk, trying to keep pace with time, practically pushing everyone else out of my way, I need to reach the gym as soon as possible.

As I ran along the pier in my home village, I get a good look at the ocean rolling over the beach; it's very beautiful, observing the kids run around while their parents screamed at them to stop, the waves rushing in, washing away all the litter that people have left on the sand It's nice to see something so peaceful is happening outside of my own struggle.

But I wasn't out here for the view; I needed to get to the gym as fast as possible. Nadia is my girlfriend, and she has a history of getting upset with me when I don't come home on time to make her dinner. Giving me a proper scream fest if I don't arrive promptly. Now, I know one should not speak poorly of their partner, but sometimes she makes me want to move out of the house. The only reason I don't is that I am planning to marry her, and I might as well at this point since I have already been planning to buy the ring. There's no reason to put my life schedule on hold just because she isn't perfect like everyone else on this damn planet, its not like I could do better than her.

I begin to run even faster through the crowded boardwalk, it's oddly clumped together up ahead; I only see the oblivious people gathered into a crowd, blocking the way, and looking at something other then me, who's trying to get somewhere. I get annoyed with the lack of attention from these fools and start to actively push them aside.

"Excuse me!"

"Please move out of the way!"

I demand as I speak, physically shoving them aside. The more I push, the more people appear. What is going on? Why is clustered in this area?

"Out of the way!"

"Move it sissy!"

I push and push, getting more and more aggravated, just move out of the way, I push and push and push.

And then trip my leg on something black causing me to land face-first.

after a few seconds I feel the splinters from the poorly crafted wood dig into my skin on my hands. As I come to my senses, I hear laughter behind me and see the people I just pushed out of the way mocking me. What absolute jerks, as if they have any reason to be so pompous.

Feeling the world spin a little less violently, I get up from the soggy wooden floor and look over at the lump lying on the ground. I stare at it, confused. Why is it in the middle of the pier, and why does it look so shiny?

As I think this, it begins to move. I back away, startled, as I see it starts to rise. Its head becomes visible as a creature with bunny ears, twice as tall as its body, rises from the ground. Now standing, I realize I am looking not at a person, but instead...

"No way."

She gets to her feet and turns to look at me. I see her face as she turns; it is enough to make me scoot back.

She's only three feet tall, skinny as a stick; not a single part of her looks intimidating except for that strange body shape she has, especially her bunny-like feet. Her entire body is grayish in color, with a sheen to her due to a lack of fur, wearing a skimpy bikini as if she had a body worth showing anyone.

What terrifies me most is her face. She has large black eyes with white pupils and a wide mouth that looks like it could eat an apple whole. She looks at me, enraged, as if she were about to commit murder in front of everyone.

"Hey, fuckwad!"

I snap out of my haze, now sitting up, I am eye level with her. She starts moving forward, kicks me back onto my back, and then I feel the most intense pressure as she puts both her bunny-like feet right on my chest.

"You better watch where you are going, or I will put you into the fucking ground," she snarls.

"I... I..." I am barely able to breathe.

"What was that, I can't hear you lame ass."

"Please... please get off."

She squints her eyes but complies; her right foot lifts off while the left digs even further into my ribs before she raises that one as well.

I catch my breath and look at her in confusion. She stares at me, frowning as if she is going to murder me.

"Well?!" she says with a tone to match a military general.

"Well, what?" I say meekly.

"What do you mean, what? Apologize, lardhead."

The crowd around us stares. Some of them have their phones recording this; others are laughing at the situation. I can't blame them, but my God, what I would do to not die from embarrassment right now.

"I-I'm sorry; it's just theres a... crowd around us."

Her eyebrows lift a little. She then looks around at the mass of people who are staring at her; some are whispering to each other, some stare in disbelief, but most are looking at her with frowns.

She grabs my ear and starts yanking.

"Ow!"

"Come here; I'm not done with you!"

Despite her size, she was able to get me to my feet and started to move me over to a little area behind one of the restaurant shacks. She then squeezes my arm hard and throws me over to the other side of the building, allowing me to speak.

"Hey not so rough, what the hells your problem?"

"I want to know what the fuck is your people's problem? Ever since I got to this fucking town, you all are acting like I'm some kind of tourist attraction."

"Look, I don't know much about furries, but I have no idea why someone like you thinks she can talk to a normal person like that."

She looks at me with rage, I'm convinced if it wasn't for her very darkened skin, her face would be blood red.

"So what, what does it matter to a human like you?"

"It matters to me because furries are not even allowed this town."

"Guess what bitch, your town just legalized it, and I just moved in."

"Moved in?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I moved on Menschlich Street."

"That's... my street."

"Oh great. That's just great. Now I have to make sure that no one's going to punt me every time I go to get my mail."

"Hey, you got a lot of nerve for someone with a body like that."

"Why don't you grow some balls?"

It was my turn to get annoyed. Now I understand why these creatures weren't allowed to walk these streets originally. In all honesty, if I wanted to, I could throw her into the trash can and no one would notice. She is a furry; it's not like she has that many rights in this world.

She's also only 3 feet tall. I can tell because her mouth is level with my... groin area. Though I highly doubt I would enjoy her, her curves, they are practically nonexistent. Her hips only stick out one inch on each side, a pitiful amount for a woman, seeing her cross her arms over her chest, emphasizing her complete lack of... breasts, made me comment.

"Wait, how old are you?"

"Wow! Didn't your mommy teach you what questions not to ask a woman?"

"Shut up! How old are you?"

She scoffed at me. "25."

"25? At that size? Hahahaha!"

Her face contorts again, and shows her teeth. I stop laughing as I at her mouth, it's full of extremely sharp teeth that would put an alligator to shame. It almost made me jump back just staring at her.

"You've got some nerve!" She says.

I looked at her and calmed my breath and lean over her smiling, staring up and down her body. I knew that she couldn't do much to me. After all, she was only immaculately tiny; she has absolutely no muscle mass. Her arms were like twigs, and her legs were pencil thin.

"Oh yeah, and what will a furry like you do about it?"

She growls; I laugh at her, knowing I have her on the ropes.

"Face it, if you actually weren't built like a deck of cards, some people might actually take you seriously."

Her glare grows ever more enraged. A part of me enjoys the sight before me, but another part is telling me this is a bad idea, there's no way she's not going to jump and bite me.

Something tells me this creature is not above that. God I hope she does not have rabies.

Just when I think I have pushed my luck, she begins to slow her breathing down. She starts to relax, slower and slower, and then a grin forms on her face. "You know what? You're right."

"I... I am?"

Her face breaks into a big grin. showing her freakishly sharp teeth again.

"If I want heaps of garbage like you under my foot, I'm going to need to bulk up, get better with my body, and bigger to the point where your going to have to look at me for a change."

She continues to look at me like she has just won a game of chess with me. The dumb look on her face would almost make me disappointed, but obviously she doesn't realize how stupid she sounds right now. So of course I needed laugh again.

"Hahaha! That is incredible. There's no way someone like you is even close to being stronger than a human, let alone above that."

I flex my arm as I lean forward right above her, feeling her cold disgusting flaccid ears touch my body.

"My body wouldn't earn me any rewards, but it would definitely enable me to handle a weakling like you."

She continues to stare, annoyed "Just you wait! I'm going to make myself so massive... so strong... so powerful that I will make you regret ever making this day exist."

I snicker at her. "Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that, honey."

She grins and begins to walk away, leaving me behind to stare at her completely flat ass.

As I stand there, I hear a ring from my phone; it's my alarm telling me that I have to go home.

"That bitch!"

I was bantering with that furry for so long that she made me have to skip my workout. Goddammit.

With a huff of annoyance, I walk back onto the sidewalk and start to head home. Hopefully that furry won't be too near my place.

****

My hopes have been shattered. As I awake for the day, I look outside my window and of course see that black, hairless creature just coming back from a run. She has moved on the other side of our street, she must have been able to afford since the neighbors murdered each other not too long ago. Of course she would be desperate enough to take a deal like that.

She starts to slowdown when she makes it to her street, she look absolutely exhausted, and drenched in sweat, which makes sense since she is wearing a cotton tee shirt that goes to her hips, and a pair of sweat pants. Let me remind you thats its the middle of summer, guess I don't have to worry to much about her being a problem, if she ends up dying of heat stroke in the very near future, now the house will have a history of murder and a death from heat attach to its name forever. I chuckle a little bit at the thought.

I wanted to scream out the window at her just to piss her off, but I couldn't wake up Nadia, she is still sleeping. Don't worry she doesn't have to get up for anything important after all, she has no job, so I have to pay all the bills for her while she does the chores (theoretically).

Nadia expects me to make her breakfast every single morning; if she doesn't get her typical order of pancakes, she goes ballistic she'll even jump up and down like a psycho flinging her tits up and down into hypnotizing me in the process, its actually pretty fun to loom at. What's not so just is when she makes me sleep on the couch. Although now that I think about it, she has a lot of reasons to send me to the couch every night. So nearly every night I get a show of her crying that "I don't care for enough, and then I don't get to sleep in the bed that I bought with my money once again.

But hey, I'll take the couch every day of my life if it means I don't have to see that bunny every morning. How can that creature seriously be okay being outside? If I were anything like her, I would stay inside all day, knowing I would never look normal.

But there she was, running at the speed of some turtle. Clearly, her body was not meant to go much faster than that, yet she continued as if running was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

It takes me around 30 minutes to make Nadia's breakfast, but with everything set and done, I leave it out on the table so when she wakes up, she will be able to eat it. She doesn't wake up for another 4 hours, but she is too lazy to put it in the microwave or something, so she always eats it cold. If it weren't for the fact that there is literally nothing I can do about it, I'm more than certain she would be yelling at me about it.

As I get dressed, I head to my car and start driving to work. I have the dead end job of a cubicle office worker, and it is a 30-minute drive to my workplace, as long as traffic is good. Of course, as I begin to drive, an ugly brown car is in front of me, driving slower than molasses. I honk my horn and tailgate them as I drive, but whoever is in the driver's seat must have it out for me, because they are driving the speed limit. Who the heck does that?

***

This brown car is driving me nuts! I'm now ten minutes late to work and STILL BEHIND THEM! Where are they going, and who's the donkey that won't get out of my way? I begin laying on my horn as we drive, they don't even budge, they continue to stroll as if they are deaf, I WOULD go around them but last time I got a speeding ticket, so that is nothing I want to dk again.

***

Oh great, they're pulling into my work building my work building, that's great. If I wasn't so freaking late, I would be throwing a fit at this guy. Parking my car, not caring that I take up two spots, I grab my stuff and head to the front door, punching in at the front desk. This is the third time in a row that I am late; corporate is really going to have a field day with me.

Luckily, I don't have to worry too much. It turns out we're getting a new boss today. The last one got fired because she apparently posted huge amounts of "racist" comments towards furries online, stating they should be in a zoo instead of walking the streets. Pretty stupid move, but after what I experienced yesterday, I can't really disagree with her.

I head to my floor through the elevator and make it to my cubicle. I start working as soon as I plop myself down, but as I start to type away at the keyboard, I hear everyone on the floor mumbling around me, it's not the usual mumbling, it's like everyone is something like something actually interesting happened her. I hope they aren't talking about me or something, I wasn't that late, it's not my fault I got stuck in traffic.

Whatever, I couldn't care less about what other people think. I continue working away slaving away more and more of my life when I could be honing my hunting skills. But no, that doesn't pay the bills or makes the girl happy, and everyone knows a happy girl means a happy life. Heh. Even though she almost is never happy me in particular.

As I continue to get more and more bored, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, just trying to drown out the white noise of the office for a few seconds. As I lean back, I bump my head against something. It wasn't hard; it just felt... squishy. I instinctively reach my hands up to touch it, and I hear a moan. I look up to see two massive black mounds casting a shadow over me.

Oh shit.

I scoot forward.

"Oh my goodness, I am sorry I didn't see you there..."

I interrupt myself, mouth agape as I look at what's in front of me. She is a tall, "thick" badger woman, silver fur, easily 7 feet tall; her breasts are as big as watermelons, and her ass could fill two entire seats. She isn't too fat in the stomach, but she definitely has a pudgy belly that sticks out a few inches.

She nervously smiles at me, showing teeth that somehow put a bunny girl to shame, though even I have to admit they are surprisingly white, thats shocking, I would imagine something with teeth like that wouldn't consider dental hygiene; I'll give her that.

I just stare at her dumbfounded; everything about her screams terrifying, and I honestly wouldn't be shocked if she wanted to kill me right then for feeling her up like that. She opens her mouth, as I expect the worst.

"No, no, it's my fault sir; I should not have been so close. I'm terribly sorry for the surprise."

I just stare in disbelief. Surprised to hear her British accent, it was proper, so she doesn't even sound like she homeless, let alone properly educated.

"Hi there, my name is Finlysson; it's a pleasure to be working with you. What would your name be?"

"You... are working here?"

She stared at me as if my question was not justified.

"Well... yes! You see, I am your new--"

"My new pain in the ass."

Her smile drops. As she stares at me wide-eyed; just looking at those massive globes inside her skull pop out so creepily made me sick.

"Listen, I don't know why they would give you a job like this, but I promise you that if you do anything to bother me or invade my space, ever again, then I will happily teach you the social order around here okay freak?

I stared at her with glee; and check around to see if anyone was looking, I was barely able to see due to her wide hips.

But the people I can see, didn't seem too happy to see me put this creature in its place. Some were shaking their heads as if I cared about their opinions, but the ones that worried me were my friends. They looked at me with despair; some looked frozen in place. I had no idea what their problem was; after all, she's just a minimum-wage furry.

"Well... can't lie to you deary, that was... a very bold way to talk to your new boss."

I'm fucked.

She crosses her arms, resting on top of her chest, and leans on one side of her body, making it jiggle her over pronounced assets. Its mesmerizing, if I wasn't so scared right now I would just focus on how her body barely fits into her suit.

She stares at me with a frown like my mother would give me whenever I tried to ditch the house with friends.

The entire floor has become dead quiet. The few people I can see are watching as if they are about to witness a murder.

She breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth. I have never been more terrified of something so not human. What on earth can she do to me? I don't know, but I don't like my chances.

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

I hear a familiar feminine voice. The badger lady looks over to the left. I can't who shes looking at because of the wall in the way.

The mysterious voice continues. "I don't wish to tell you how to do your job, but I promise you this man is just misunderstood, I am actually good friends with him. Please give him one more chance. I understand that he just did something very unprofessional, but I am more than certain we can give him the proper environment to see things differently."

The badger lady breaths slowly but deeply, thinking about it for a few seconds.

"Alright."

She turns to me.

"What is your name sir?"

"I-its Hunter."

"Hunter, in all honesty, I care less about how you treat me, but if I were to ever hear you talk to another employee like that, you would already be packing your things."

I gulp, "Ye-yes ma'am."

"But since your friend is willing to defend you, I'll give you one more chance."

I sigh in relief a little bit "Thank you ma'am."

"But I am sorry for this, Hunter, but I put this on your permanent record."

"But-"

"No buts!, you're lucky enough to be keeping your job."

I nod reluctantly.

"Alright, have a good day Hunter."

As she walks away, I see her ass jiggle with the intensity of 2 water balloons. I push myself and peak around the corner to peek as she continues walking, even for a absolute abomination, I can't deny she has hams that would put anyone to shame.

But while I was watching, someone flicks my head,

"Ow!"

I turn around to see the most enraging site before me.

"You!"

"That's right."

It was that bunny girl again, only this time she has the actual decency to wear a pencil skirt suit. For some odd reason, her body looks a little more filled out while wearing the suit.

I whisper to her "What the hell are you doing here?"

She whispers back "I got hired here."