An Alternative to Dinner and a Movie
By Chaos Blackwing
(c) 2008 Chaos Blackwing
Alex is (c) Alex Reynard, used without permission because asking would've spoiled the surprise.
A story based upon another's idea
Alex sat at his computer chair, just gazing at the wall, trying to figure out the wording for the next part of his latest story. He'd been stuck on it for a while, and it was getting pretty late. Looking over at his clock, he saw that it read 3:14 AM. 'Guess it's more Early than Late,' he thought to himself. 'I should probably get some sleep, I doubt I'll get anymore done on this tonight anyway.'
So decided, he saved what he had and closed the program he'd been using, and switched his music playlist to his 'sleeping' one before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Finishing up there quickly, he headed back to his bed, hitting the lights before reaching his bed. Pulling the covers over him, he let his gaze wander over to his plushies resting nearby. A mumbled 'Night guys' came from his mouth before his exhaustion overcame him and he slipped into slumber.
It seemed only a short time later when Alex found himself waking up from dreamland. Looking around his darkened room, he saw that there appeared to be a trio of figures at his bedside. Still very sleepy, he looked farther up, and saw that they all looked like anthro foxes, muzzles, fur and all.
Still quite tired, and with the strong notion that he was probably still asleep, Alex just took their presence in stride. Looking over at the clock, he saw that less than an hour had passed since he'd fallen asleep.
Just then, the one standing nearest spoke up, surprisingly (or not, he was still pretty sure this was a dream) in perfectly understandable english. "You are the one known as...Alex Reynard, correct?"
Propping himself farther up on his elbows, he gathered his sleep muddled wits before answering. "Yeah, that's my online screen name. And you are?"
Almost looking set back, the apparent leader of the group answered him. "Oh, forgive me, I forgot to introduce us. We are members of a group of space travelers, here to ask you to come with us back to our home planet."
'This dream is getting weirder and weirder...' Alex thought. 'Well, might as well go along with it, it's interesting so far'. "And why exactly do you want to do that?"
By now the 'leader' of the trio was looking around nervously, as though expecting something to jump out at him. "It's rather complicated, and we really shouldn't be here longer than we have to be. Just believe me that we mean you no harm, and that if you decide to come with us you will not regret your decision."
By now the lack of sleep Alex had experienced was beginning to show, and he couldn't keep from yawning every few seconds. "Listen guys, I certainly don't mind going with you to...wherever, but I really need some sleep right now. So you go on and do whatever you need to, just try not to wake me up, okay?" And with that Alex flopped back on his bed and fell back to sleep.
Alex yawned widely as he woke up, stretching his arms to their limits. As he lay there for a few minutes, he seemed to remember a strange dream that he had the prior night, something about some fox creatures wanting to take him back to their homeworld. Opening his eyes he gazed about him, and almost disappointingly saw he was still in his room, same as always. 'Seemed so real too. Oh well, guess I should get up,' he thought as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and set them on the floor.
Looking over towards his window, he saw that instead of the expected light coming in, it seemed to still be dark. 'That's odd' he thought as he wandered over, 'did I sleep through the entire day or something?'
By that time he'd reached the window, and pulling the shades up he peered outside. What he saw was most certainly unexpected. Blackness, stretching as far as he could see, interspersed with pinpricks of light.
He was still staring out the window when his thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind him. "I hope you are enjoying the view. The captain thought you might. If not, we can always cover it over with a picture viewer or move you to another room."
Whirling about, Alex saw one of the fox creatures from his dream standing in front of the door from his room. 'But...that was a dream...wasn't it?' he thought as he gazed at the creature.
Seeing his shocked expression, the fox creature tried to explain what was going on. "I am a member of this ship's crew, here to help explain things to you. The leader of the group that brought you onboard apparently didn't have time to explain everything to you, and I have therefore been assigned to do so."
Here the creature paused while it looked about the room, apparently looking for something. The object of it's searching turned out to be the computer chair, which it swiveled to face him. "I would suggest that you take a seat somewhere, as this may take awhile to explain."
Still numb from seeing an apparently living, breathing example of an anthro fox, Alex walked over and plopped onto his bed, facing the fox.
The fox, upon seeing Alex seated, began. "Where to start...first of all, I suppose I should explain exactly how you came to be here. About one of your years ago, one of our probes encountered your planet. As is routine for developed planets, it scanned all frequencies, looking for any long range communications. Within moments the probe was positively swamped with information, from telephone calls to what your race calls the 'internet'. Realizing that it would take quite a bit of effort to sort through all this, the probe downloaded a random sampling, in the hopes that once we had analyzed it there would be sufficient information for us to form a translation key to figure out the rest of it."
As the fox stopped to gather his breath, Alex couldn't help but ask, "So what does that have to do with me?"
Not looking annoyed in the slightest, the fox responded. "I'm getting to that, just be patient. Anyway, once the probe came back with all that information, our linguistics experts started analyzing all the information they could handle, and in a few months they had developed a working translation key. It certainly didn't hurt things when it turned out that at least some of the information was geared towards teaching the young of your race all about spelling and such; that really speeded things up. So, once the language barrier was overcome, our people started analyzing and going over all the information. And what a treasure trove it was! Scientific information, mathematical stuff, and stuff that we couldn't figure out how to classify! Our experts were going nuts over the stuff!"
Here the fox paused for breath again before continuing. "But anyway, back to your question. Among the data the probe grabbed were a large number of 'sites' containing all sorts of stuff. One of them happened to be someplace known as 'FurAffinity', and that's where we discovered your name. You see, while going over the information, the scientists ran across a number of stories, yours amongst them. And once they'd gotten to reading them, they found that they really liked them. They were especially surprised to find a common reoccurring theme in your stories, something that matched a practice in our culture with surprising similarity."
Quite curious now, Alex asked him. "What practice is that?"
"Non-death causing consumption of one sentient by another. You see, descending as we are from an omnivorous race, we still feel the need for a good meat filled meal ever so often. While the majority of this is sated by protein that is essentially 'grown', and then molded into the desired shape, advances in the medical field have allowed us to indulge in a different way. By infusing an individual with countless nanites, we are able to have individuals with the ability to turn their pain on and off like a switch, and who can be devoured down to the last and regenerate from a small portion of themselves. This has led to a rather large number of 'prey' individuals, who are regularly consumed, either whole, or in parts."
By this point Alex was positively amazed. An entire _civilization_ filled with snuffy vore fans! He didn't dare pinch himself to check if it was a dream or not, and if it was... well, he hoped he stayed asleep for a long time! The fox's next words though turned a good situation to an awesome one.
"And that is where you come in. You see, the leaders of our culture like your stories so much, and saw from what you wrote and drew that you would fit in so well, that they decided to bring you to our world. With your consent, we can perform the same procedure on you that we perform on our 'prey' citizens, and you too can be a meal whenever you want to."
By this point Alex's mouth was pretty much stuck hanging open, such was his amazment. Still, human paranoia cropped up... "I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but all this sounds almost to good to be true. What's the catch?"
Smiling pleasantly, the fox answered him. "Well, the officials on our planet have already lined up something for you to do as a sort of job, and I suppose you might not enjoy it as much as they think you will, but other than that..."
Hoping for the best Alex asked, "And what job is that?"
Still with a smile on his face, the fox answered simply, "Professional story-teller of course."
A few weeks later...
Glancing around at his rapt audience (well, as much as he could with over 90% of his body gone), Alex paused a second before wrapping up his latest story. "...The End. Alright everyone, that's it for now, hope you enjoyed it.
It took a few seconds for his audience to break out of the listening trance they'd been in, but once they did, they all gradually sat up and stretched a bit. Alex had just finished re-telling 'Bartleby's Decent' (it was quite the popular story, and someone always seemed to request it), and after a story that long they really needed to work some kinks out.
Looking around him, Alex couldn't help but smiling. His audience ranged in age from young cubs to adults, and it seemed that his story telling sessions were always packed. It always brought a great big smile to his face to see his listeners so absorbed in the story he was weaving, laughing and crying with the characters, following their adventures; it was truly a great experience for all involved. Add to that the fact that during breaks in the story telling members of his audience would sometimes wander over to grab a piece of him to munch on, whether it be an arm or something else, and he couldn't have been happier.
And to make matters even better, just yesterday he'd gotten word that some scientist may have run across a way to turn him into a living, breathing version of his online avatar. Just the possibility had him smiling.
All in all it was truly an amazing life.