Furry Day Out

The Furry’s Day Out - A cooperative effort by the nsfw nsw furries

One day an innocent young furry was walking down the street when suddenly a gigantic tentacle monster appeared-

“Hello good sir”, the young furry remarked, “what brings you here?” he said whilst salivating profusely...

“why, I’m looking for a place to bury my nuts” said the tentacle monster, rather confusing his innuendos.

“You as well?” The young furry chirped quite happily as he reached down and pulled his heavy sack from the ground, opening it to pull some rather large, high quality walnuts from it.

The young furry recoiled as the slimy tentacles shot forth, tearing the bag open and stealing his precious nuts.



Nut man bursts through the wall and declares in a squeaky voice, “no one shall steal nuts!”

The tentacle monster ashamedly lets the nuts fall to the floor, casting a forlorn look at them before apologising “I’m sorry, your nuts were just so irresistible, I had to sneak a taste”

And then a magic school bus appeared out of a portal and drifted to the kerb where the young furry was. And out stepped out the cat ear wearing, tail plugged, Shaquile o’neil. In all his gigantic basketballing multi-dimensional travelling glory.

“Thank god you’re here, I was going to show these children the digestive system today, but my magic schoolbus just won’t shrink! Do you know anybody who could take a schoolbus forcibly inserted into his (or her, the shaq don’t discriminate) behind?”, the statuesque bball dunkmaster exclaimed.

The Nut Man rubs his manly stubby chin in thought, “not I. My behind is very small for your bus to enter!”

The tentacle monster rubbed his chin (or what passed for a chin for a monster comprised entirely of phallic tentacles) in thought, and sadly noted that he had no behind to speak of. He sadly glanced at the timid young furry, who’d uttered not a peep. “And what of you young furfag? Surely you know of someone”

The b-ball master sauntered over towards the quivering furry, giving his most tender bedroom eyes towards them and of course, his trademark rapish grin… “Shh…” He began, placing his gigantic, ass destroying finger over the furry’s lips. “Let it happen…” He whispered as he spun 2- nay, 3 basketballs at once… when really upon closer inspection were anal beads. Shaq purred as the tentacle monster too was awestruck by the B-Ball king’s swagger.

“b-but, I could never take a schoolbus. I’m not a fox! I’m not even a part fox.. Not that I ever knew my father”, whimpered the young furry, but as he turned away in sadness, a strong arm on his shoulder pulled him back. It was shaq, with a gleam in his eye. “You never know… Son…”

“Sh-Shaq!” The tentacle monster gasped with a sharp whine in it’s voice… now showing it’s more feminine and… yet motherly nature. Regardless of being a construct of sin, penis and Japan. However the Dunk king saw past these flaws and tightened his grip onto the young furry, narrowing his rapish stare towards the tentacle monster, “Isn’t it about time we acted as parents?! And stop lying to ourselves?... Tenty? He deserves to know…” Shaq’s voice fell, trailing off as the memories of insane, joint snapping coitus flowed through his mind… to when his son was conceived. IN HIS WOMB.


“Son.. I know this is a lot for you to take in.. But a schoolbus is not. You’re a fox son, through and through. Unfortunately, I can’t take it myself. The shaq attaq only hit the female back. Do it for me son. Do it for.. tenty.. Do it for the children in that bus.. But most of all, do it for yourself”

Like a spark that grew into a flame that would lick the air and dazzle thousands… The Fox’s spirit and heart grew. His sense of belonging and new found hope and destiny took hold of his senses, halting the fear that kept him bound in place. He looked to his father’s rapeish grin and three giant anal beads, and to his mother whom whept with the guilt of not raising such a beautiful brave fox before… But it was alright now, “It’s okay mum…” The fox whispered and steeled his resolve… bending over with such force that the sheer expanding of his rectum caused a vacuum of such immense power that all the windows within a 3 kilometre radius shattered… It was time. To take that magic school bus.


Nut man watches on with morbid interest. He pulls out his cock that smells like cashew nuts and starts to fap.

Shaq gets his bball beads and gets ready to shove them forcefully in the awaiting fox, but, flooded with his newfound foxy power, he arrogantly smacks them away, impatient for the schoolbus. “No, you FOOL” curses shaq as the vacuum increases. “Those beads were the only thing to keep the blackhole intrinsic to every fox’s anus at bay”. Nutman is picked up off his feet by the gale level suction and is lost inside the aether that is the foxhole.

The pang of panic and terror strikes the arrogant fox, watching as the bizarre nutman is carried away by the void of Anal-ality, (Like a reality, but full of assholes...wait.) Shaq looks on in terror as he strengthens his hold onto his son, spinning the sacred anal beads on top of his amazing penis shaped head. “Son…” He started, jarred with the inevitable fate of losing not only that rad school bus for sacrificing, but also… his son. And as the fox’s parents looked on, together… for once in many years as a real family with their hearts intertwined and praying harder than ever before to be together… out from the heavens angels sang… The beauty and might that is Arnold Schwarzenegger… “Faggot!” He called out as he landed, crushing a Tony abbot supporter into mush upon impact. The fox looked up, calling out he held on for dear life, “Arnold-Sama!!!!” The Wrinkled terminator ran up to the desperate Tentacle monster and BBall master parents, flexing his pecs in a hypnotic manner as his deep accent carried waves of power through the booming air… “Look not into your anus for your strength little Faggot…” He said with a shake of his head, his brow furrowed as he looked disappointed that he failed to teach this fox well. “A-Arnold-Sama… what do we do?!” The Furry called back, feeling his strength falter. “Don’t look into your anus, little Faggot. Don’t believe in your Anus, believe in the anus that believes in you!”

“And also, we don’t need your puny beads. Clearly you don’t fuck enough foxes” Laughs arnold, as he pulls out a self inflating fully operational tank. He hops inside, aiming the barrel directly at the universe being born in the anal cavity of the naive fox.
He slams the gas pedal down, whispering to himself in his final moments “who the hell do you think I am, anus”.

The engines revved, the fox gritted his teeth, Shaq’s lip quivered as the final moments were dawning upon them. The tank began to float and spin with the barrel remaining perfectly in line with the heart of the new growing Analverse. “We do this together!” Tenty spoke up, bringing their tendrils of cumtastic proportions upon Shaq’s ass destroying hands. “As a family!” Shaqs returned, holding onto his straining son as the anal vacuum started to SUCK. Arnold’s tank flew into the outer rim of the Anal vortex, slamming itself behind the school bus to further drive it closer and closer to the needy, hungry world eating asshole. Shouting out with all his might, “ANAL. DRILL. BREAAAAKEERRRAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!!”

In an instant, the anus reached yiffical mass. The combined efforts of legends and the souls of innocent schoolchildren finally enough to sate the all-devouring entity that lay betwixt the fox’s cheeks. The final shot from arnie’s tank became lost in time and space as the universe began anew past the event horizon of the foxhole. The exhausted fox collapsed on the street, shedding a single tear for those lost in the tragedy a fox can unleash on an unprepared populace. Struggling to his feet, he looks around, and back at his mythical behind. “...I wonder if bad dragon sells anything like that, but in a bigger size”.
-Fin

Epilogue:

10 years later…
Walking with large steel cap boots, the Fox of tragedy and dimensions stepped over of what was left of Sydney Opera house… Upon the smoking remains emerged a creature with immense ears, a hundred insect like eggs and 20 breasts… hissing and snarling as it’s large tattoo of a boat with a gigantic god-like fist smashing it, flexed upon it’s arms…

“I see you’ve shown your true form…. Tony Abbot…”

To be continued in 2015. Yiffpocalypse.