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Table of Contents
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01. Leopard Bartender (Comfy bar)
02. The Garden (Raid anon style green prompted by Mous)
03. Badger Co. (Hijinks in the Office)
04. Turkey Time (Happy Holiday)
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01. Leopard Bartender
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>The swirling brown in my glass always got me. It could be anything and I'd still drink it. It calms me, I tell myself. Keeps me from being irrational. A nice glass of scotch stops the emotions from flowing, stemming them at the source and bottling them where they belong.

>'Be a man they said. Keep those tears in 'til the day you die then keep them in even longer.'

>The Amusing Jungle was always sparse this time of night. Two people sat at tables and a single person at the bar. Me. An unassuming, 20-something man named Anon. The bartender made a sweep around the place, getting people drinks and trying to remain cherry. How she managed to glide around the place that fast I'd never know.

>It took a minute before I looked back at the glass in front of me. Alcohol was my one vice, my one escape from the daunting day-to-day of the factory... but after warming me, I'd always feel the emotions flooding back.

>'Pull yourself up by your bootstraps Anon, stop acting like a little...'

>My thoughts escaped me when my eyes fell back on the glass in front of me. A swift motion and the glass emptied, leaving a bright red tint on my face that grew brighter with every passing second.

>"Sue, another glass please."

>The leopard woman seemed to read my mind, having another glass ready midway through the sentence.

>"Long day I take it?"

>I sighed, pulling my hands from the counter and taking a quick swig from the new glass in front of me.

>"Last day more like."

>She raised an eyebrow and leaned into the bar.

>"Somethin' happen?"

>"Yeah. Those fuckers replaced my position with a machine. Last time I trust a "morale officer" that tells me I ain't losin' my job ta' a machine before losin' it ta' one."

>She sighed and put her hand on my shoulder.

>"Ah. Fuckers, the lotta 'em. Nobody cares 'bout handmade things no more. It's all about automation and gettin' things out faster. Ain't nobody got time to sit down and wait anymore, or so they say."

>Sue always knew what to say. I guess when you're a bartender for fifteen years you just learn how to talk to everyone.

>"Besides, ya' still young. You got ya' whole life ahead 'a ya'. Get out there, meet a gal. Maybe then you wouldn't be drinking your cares away in this shithole."

>It was always funny when Sue talked bad about her bar. She'd often berate the place, even picking up loose floorboards and tossing them about to make a point. Regardless of the disrepair, it's a wonder how this place stayed open for over a decade.

>"Trust me Sue when I say it's better ta' be drinking in here then tryin' ta' try my luck with the ladies. It's like I broke a mirror while crossin' a black cat's path under a ladder. Good luck findin' a girl who'd take me over the first bastard she sees walkin' around."

>The clock above the bar was just about to hit 12:00 AM, closing time.

>"Eh, just stick around long enough and you'll find one."

>*DING* *DONG*

>The chimes from the clock struck against each other, signalling time for the bar to close.

>"Alright ya' louses, getcha' butts outta here. I'll see ya' all tomorrow."

>Seeing it was finally time to head home, I started to turn before Sue caught me by my wrist and stopped me.

>"Or if ya' stick around here, one'll find ya'. That is, if you're fine with an older woman... and an anthro to boot."

>"Why?"

>"Because I choose ya' over any random bastard on the street."

>My frown flipped, a bright smile overtaking the dreadful attitude I had been in.

>"Pour me another drink and I'll stick around as long as you want."

>The glass filled with that same scotch I'd come to love. She handed it to me before clasping her hands over mine.

>"How's forever sound?"

>"Just fine ta' me."
FIN

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02. The Garden
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>be anon
>just a man with a love for gardening
>your old neighbors used to say you had a green thumb
>though that has started to seem like a curse nowadays
>what with the feral rabbit anthros that constantly tear your garden to shreds
>today was going to be different
>after getting a hold of some people you used to work for, they decided to help get rid of your problem while lining their pockets in the process
>whistle casually while strolling around the side of the house with a bag full of carrots
>headed back to the garden
>scatter the carrots around and head back inside
>now to play the waiting game
>slink in through your back door and open up the fridge
>'Alright. What do I want to drink? There's apple juice, purple drink, oh!'
>pull out the last can of Dr. Pepper(tm) that had been hiding behind a tupperware container of stew
>pull the tab and down
>sit at the table and wait while pushing the chair back and forth
>an hour or more passes
>open the back door and take a peak
>see a pair of smol rabbit anthros clutching their stomachs
>at least half a dozen of the carrots you scattered out there were mostly eaten
>smirk
>slowly pull the pair into the living room
>gently caress the two while they moan in pain
>"It's okay..."
>it wasn't
>this just proved that they would eat anything and everything left in the garden
>kick the biggest in the stomach
>all it does is moan in pain louder than before
>don't feel bad
>my carrots
>my garden
>pick the one that was kicked and gently stoke it's cheek
>"It's okay now, don't worry."

>the next week was spent giving them the "special carrots" and domesticating them
>friday finally comes around
>a giant smile overcame your face
>*KNOCK*
>run giddily to the door
>open it to see your old boss from TekTech alongside a man dressed like a stereotypical rich man
>"Are you Anon?"
>why yes, yes you are
>"I'm led to believe you have something of mine."
>pull the two rabbits out by a pair of leashes you bought
>hand them to the rich man
>his other hand passed you a thick roll of bills
>your old boss and the rich man leave, pulling the newly tamed rabbits behind them
>"Pleasure doing business with you!"
>count the money in the roll
>it was all $100's
>maybe a trip to the hardware store is in order
>this might turn out to be a lucrative business

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03. Badger Co.
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>currently working at TekTech, but not doing anything too important
>not really sure what you do anymore
>except maybe fucking around with Macrosoft excel
>heheh
>that one's a megaman
>hear a loud footsteps coming from over the wall
>"Got' damn assholes. You in Anon?"
>swivel 180 degrees around and see Lisa
>a honey badger
>short
>small
>couldn't have reached much further than your navel
>white blouse with red tie
>tight black pants
>the ass was fat
>"Yeah Lisa, I'm in. What're you so pissy about today?"
>she huffs
>"Those ASSHOLES over there keep running whenever they see me coming to talk to them. I can't even get them to take a new assignment and you're the only one that ever comes when I invite people out."
>look blankly at her while sneakily closing out the megaman behind you
>you could visibly see her fidgeting around
>still seething apparently
>"You're going to help me get rid of this stress whether you like it or not."
>grabs you by your wrist and pulls you towards the supply closet
>closes the door behind us
>in moments your pants are around your waist and she's pressing her snout into you and inhaling
>"Oh yeah..."
>this whole situation had your lower half betray you
>then she opened her mouth
>her fangs made you visibly flinch
>that subsided almost immediately
>her tongue flicked at the base of the shaft while her throat squeezed
>feelsgood.jpg
>grab the white fur on the back of her head and hold for dear life
>the face fuck commences
>you swore you heard her begin moaning along with you
>nearly a minute passed before a few voices were heard outside the door
>try to get Lisa's attention
>just barely get your pants up before the door swings open
>fake like you're grabbing something from a high shelf for Lisa
>didn't have time to fully button pants
>dick swings and smacks a stack of paper clips over
>the wolf that had opened the door closed it immediately after that
>boner subsides completely
>blueballed by that fucker Johnson
>Lisa looks just about as mad
>"GOT' DAMN IT!"
>teeth bared
>grabs you by the wrist again

>this time we went to the floor above us's women's restroom
>the handicap stall in the corner beckoned
>Lisa throws you onto the toilet hard
>hops on top and straddles you like a motorcycle
>the belt buckle around your waist smacks harshly into the porcelain on their way down to the ground
>she follows suit
>looks about to descend onto it when you look up
>"Oh. H-Hi there Charlotte. What... What are you doing in here?"
>she just looks at the situation you were in like it were a trainwreck before running off
>Lisa hops off you after realizing this was bunk too
>"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
>punchs the tiled wall and cracks it
>"I SWEAR I'M GONNA GUT EVERYONE!"
>goes to run out the door
>pull her into a bear hug
>"Don't worry Lisa. Just get through the day and meet me out front afterwards."
>do everything you can to slink out of there unseen and head back to your desk downstairs
>see Lisa go by not long afterwards still huffing and fuming with anger
>hear her yell at someone almost right away

>the rest of the day passes by and you're left with nothing to do but save your "work"
>the megaman got a few friends
>leave your cubicle and get into your rusty, beat up sedan in the parking lot
>drive around front and see Lisa tapping her toes impatiently
>open the door and she hopped in instantly
>"You better make this up to me. That bitch Charlotte stopped us and Johnson saw you smack paper clips with your dick."
>try to forget about it while focusing on the road
>Lisa's paw slips into your pants while you merge into another lane
>has to physically lean towards you since she's that small
>"Can't y-you wait until we get back?"
>a wicked smile came across her face when she said "no"
>it was agony
>her cold claws every now and then slowly tapping against you to stop you from blowing
>then her soft paws and pads would bring you to the brink over and over again
>finally
>your apartment complex came into view
>nearly Tokyo Drift around the corner and into the parking spot you always take
>rush around the car and open the door for her
>"Not the best apartments."
>now wasn't the time for her to criticize
>it was time for the end
>pull her along to apartment 402
>your key keeps fumbling in your hand while the tent seems keen on keeping eye contact with Lisa
>door opens after nearly half a minute
>then like a whirlwind you and Lisa tore the place apart
>didn't stop until ever surface had been desecrated and every hole of hers was filled
>the two of you laid down on the couch
>her on top your chest
>life seemed amazing
>small honey badger woman nestled into you
>then came the realization
>the balcony blinds were open
>a mother and her child stood on top of a rooftop garden in shock
>well fuck
>there goes the neighborhood

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04. Turkey Time
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>"Come on Cassy, why'd you make me go out today of all days?"
>the voice on the speaker came out
>"You know we don't have the stuff for dinner tonight. You should have gone and got it yesterday!"
>Cassy chirped through the phone
>"Alright, alright. I'll take the blame on this one. I'll talk to you when I get back, okay?"
>she hung up
>must be mad
>today is Thanksgiving
>and you fucked up
>you forgot your girlfriend's favorite holiday was Thanksgiving
>she was a monster in the kitchen
>back home there wasn't really any Thanksgiving traditions so it didn't stick
>Cassy took it seriously
>dead serious
>it was early morning by the time you reached the Meijer's closest to home
>head in
>damn it
>no ham
>a few packets of stuffing
>some yams
>buy that here
>checkout and leave

>next Meijer's in town
>it took a while to get there
>rush in through the front doors and look for the rest of what you need
>still no ham
>some green beans, cream of mushroom soup, crispy fried onions
>throw them in the basket and head to the checkout
>leave right after

>it was nearly noon now
>check a small grocery store in town
>ham
>they have ham
>one left
>reach for it 
>another hand reachs for it
>your hand reachs it faster
>see it's an old Golder Retriever
>"Oh, I'm sorry sir. You can have the ham..."
>she looked sad
>hold it out towards her
>she accepts
>"If only more young men were like you, this would be a nicer place."
>she left and went to buy it
>welp
>no ham for the holiday
>get a few packs of ground beef
>some sort of meat is better than none

>it was just hitting 2 PM by the time you pulled into your apartment complex
>not bad, but nothing great
>take your bags and go up the few flights of stairs
>apartment 403
>your neighbors in 402, a man and a short badger, were coming down the hall
>"Hey Anon, how's it going?"
>don't really want to talk to them but do so anyways
>"Not bad Anon, just coming back from shopping for Cassy. You and Lisa have a great Thanksgiving."
>the two leave while you fumble with your key
>door unlocks
>head into the hallway with the bags in your hands
>through the doorway into the living room/kitchen
>bags drop
>Cassy was spread out on the table
>brown everywhere
>tail feathers between her legs, slick with juices
>a ladle of gravy beside her
>"Well, anon. Isn't it about time to stuff and baste the turkey?"
>can't let a turkey go cold
>it's turkey time