A Furry Folly: Based on a True Story


However, she soon starts receiving anonymous letters accusing her of exposing her family to the public. Depressed and struggling with writer's block , Delphine meets and begins a romance with a mysterious younger woman Green who is seductive, intelligent, and intuitive and who understands Delphine better than anyone else. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Based on a True Story Theatrical release poster. Retrieved 10 November Retrieved 5 October Retrieved 27 April While having a quick snack, Neal checked through his mail.

One of his accounts that only a few people knew about, had a new message.

He started laughing as he began to read. Snowfall was more than a little pissed, not at him, but at her now 'ex'-workmates, and was blowing off a little steam. It seemed that the now outgoing management types had tried to blame the cost increase on Snowfall because shi hadn't 'warned' them about him and his 'temper'. Shi had pointed out that it was hard to warn someone about something when they were doing it behind hir back.

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Neal had liked Snowfall from the moment he had met hir, and shi had always understood him better than anyone else working there. When not talking business though, they had yet to find any limits on joking, storytelling, or teasing, just as long as you remembered that turnabout was fair play. Shi still didn't know how he had filled hir home bathtub with cherry jello the day shi had swapped his sweetened tea for a very bitter one at lunch. Shi even put up with the nicknames he would give hir. Snowfall was one of the largest chakats he had ever seen at just inches under his own six foot height, and hir tiger-striped fur was almost a pure white-on-white.

He would often say that shi came down on hir adversaries like an avalanche, after first blinding them with a blizzard. When caught by one of hir jokes or gags, he would claim he had been snow-blinded. Shi would return the favor by calling him Red, or hir pain in the tail, which he would then offer to tie in a knot. Shi had asked him home for dinner with hir mate Sandrunner, only to find hirself the odd one out. Sandy and Neal had hit it off at once, and had spent the whole time talking sensor and transporter theory until well after dawn.

Neal had found out later that hir sandy-shaded mate had spent the next three days bouncing off the walls trying to fully grasp what he had been trying to explain to hir, and trying to write it all down before shi forgot anything important. What had confused Snowfall the most was how a mere freighter captain could know enough theory to get one of Star Fleet's top transporter techs that excited.

He had just opened the logs when an alarm went off. As he got up, Tess called his station, "Captain, my sensors are picking up movement. Leaving the bridge, he stopped by the weapons locker, belted on a stunner, and then he grabbed the shotgun.

Loaded with large buckshot, it would chew up most living things, but not put a hole in the hull. Neal put the safety back on the shotgun but didn't shoulder it. Neal opened the first hatch, entered and locked it behind him. Opening the second hatch, he brought the lighting up to full and stepped into the bay. Come on out where I can see you," he called, his voice echoing off the walls. After waiting a moment and not getting any reply he said, "Okay, if there are no humans or furs in here, the sensors must have picked up rats, and since I don't like rats, my method of getting rid of them is venting the bay to space.

After giving them a few moments to think things over, Neal called out again, "Last chance. Must have been rats after all. As he made some noise working the latch handle, a voice cried out, "Wait please! One by one, a dozen furs all in their early teens came around the corner of the carrier: One of the chakats tried to put on a bold front.

Neal cocked his head, sizing hir up. Before shi could form an answer, Neal asked, "What ship were you trying to stow away on anyway? Brighteyes could only nod slowly, as Neal continued, "You've probably figured out by now you caught the wrong ship, so I guess introductions are in order. They whispered among themselves for a moment, then the vixentaur Graysocks asked, "What are you going to do with us?

Neal waited for them to say something. As the silence continued, he finally asked, "How long was the Twintails expected to be gone? The furs were now looking anywhere but at Neal. After another moment, Neal spoke, "Why am I getting the funny feeling that none of you told your parents what you were up to today? Add the Humans First attacks earlier, and since there will be no record of you leaving, what do you think your parents are going to be thinking?

Neal quickly held up his hand before they could say any more. Half of them looked ready to panic, the rest ready to plead and beg. Brighteyes, looking very scared and ready to cry, asked, "You mean you would just leave us? Then tomorrow we see where we go from there. The message was set up and queued to go out as they passed the starbase.

The meal was almost done when the alarm went off again.

Tales of the Folly - The Curse - Chapter 1

The kids had been complaining about the food packs, saying that they were not to their taste, nor sized for the taurs, when Tess broke in to announce more life forms where there should have been none. Neal was at the inner hatch on bay twelve, row baker, the first cargo pod to be loaded and lifted after Neal had chased away the Humans First rabble. Before opening the second hatch, he looked back at the kids, all of whom had followed him to see what was going on.

There was a mixed choir of 'yes' and 'OK'. Neal brought his shotgun to the ready and opened the hatch. With the lights up, nothing moved, just row after row of carriers casting long shadows down the bay. No sound other than that of the kids behind him. He tapped him comm badge. Where are they hiding? A few seconds later, Tess responded, "Two carriers to the right of your current position, still in the carrier. Scans show more taurs, one large, one medium, two small.

Two carriers down, the door looked like something on the inside had come loose and bowed it outward a little. The latch that should have opened easily from either side had a bent rod jamming it closed. Eyeing the set up, Neal set his gun to the side, and looked to the kids. Mike looked at it and smiled, "No problem, sir.

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Only Tess's force field kept Neal from getting clawed as the hatch opened. A chakat youth, about eight or nine years old, jumped at Neal, was bounced to the side by the field, then seeing Neal start hir way, ran for the shadows. Neal had taken another step as if to follow when he heard sounds of crying in the carrier. Along with stale air came the smell of blood. Looking at the kids, he said, "Catch hir if you can.

Try not to hurt hir, but don't let yourselves be hurt either.

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As he moved toward the hatch again, the chakat youth came around the other side still trying to stop him. This time the force field knocked her away from both Neal and the carrier, as shi hit the deck shi found hirself blocked on all sides. Anything I could have said would have told hir that I knew where shi was and start hir running again. For now, see if you can calm hir down. I still have work to do. Opening the hatch fully, Neal could see two smaller furs, one foxtaur, the other a chakat both about six years old.

As his eyes adjusted to the inside of the darker carrier, he saw the third fur, an adult foxtaur vixen backed in and wedged partway between the crates, her right arm bent at the wrong place, with dried blood all down that side of her torso. As the kids came to the hatch he said, "See if you can get the little ones out and calmed down, while I see what I can do for the vixen. Neal held his hands out showing they were empty, "In case you didn't notice, everyone with me is a fur, and no one here wants to hurt you or yours.

Weaver eased back, stopping as it brought on pain. Neal called over his shoulder, "Someone bring me the med kit. It's that big white box with the red cross, to the right of the hatch we came in. A moment later it was in his hands.

He removed a scanner and ran it across her body. He looked at her carefully as he asked, "When is your child due? Neal replied slowly, "As far as I can tell, the child's scan looks okay, but the trauma to the rest of your body could cause you to go into labor sooner than expected. Once online, bring us up to warp six. That will give us a few extra days at port for the birth and to get everything you'll be needing to take care of her.

Not knowing what her mate was, I wanted to make sure I didn't have a baby chakat to deal with," Neal responded without turning around. Neal turned to look hir in the eye, "Have you had your lessons on the birds and the bees? Seeing that shi understood, Neal smiled, "So for a baby chakat with a non-chakat mother, we would have to add to the shopping list, either finding a chakat wet nurse that likes to travel, or try finding a source of chakat milk at almost every port.

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If we couldn't, we would be risking the child's health by not having a constant source. Weaver took this time to end the debate. Once we get you patched up, we can move you. The equitaur came forward slowly; the smells of the now crowded carrier making him uneasy. Think you can handle that? Neal gave him a smile and a pat on the arm. However they can't stop all of it. You know the life pods are designed solely to support a certain number of people for a certain amount of time.

Add just one slave and no one in that pod may get to the destination alive. Unless you like throwing expensive equipment out the airlock while hiding for long periods of time! When used with solid rounds, the weapon did double duty as a baby rail-gun, boosting the speed of the projectile far beyond what the gunpowder could do. Or a few thousand?

The "correct" answer was more like several hundred thousand. Each of your accounts has more than enough to get you home in style.