Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen

Story by jechoes90 on SoFurry

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#1 of Fluffybutt Prose Poems

Fluffybutt Prose Poems are written for the furs I've met over telegram. I'll be uploading them throughout the rest of December. I've got about 20 of them so far.


On every birthday's eve, Jen, the Lady Cat of cake frosting, enters the bakery and signals her flock of U.F. Snows to rain. Frosting and sprinkles blanket the confectionary within. She sits among the Olympian Weather Guild, having braved more than one negative vote against her wares; supposedly, they hardly constitute weather. Her political rivals conspire that she holds a seat due to affirmative action, a claim she will not speak publicly about. Her ode is the fabled "Raindrop Jingle," although lemon drops and gum drops have yet to join her repertoire. Perhaps, one day, when she upgrades her snowflock, we will see drops of all flavors diving alongside the frosting.

Vignette 1: Pink Underneath

Nature, in its sincerest self-presentation, surrounded Raccoon June and her campfire. It was all sheltered from the artificial man-made civilization by a horse-trodden trail. The clean, star-spangled sky was screend only by the fingers of trees, so...

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Our Human Masks, Chapter 3

**Chapter 3: Peels Like Rubber** "Their names are called, they raise a paw: the bat..." ~They Might Be Giants, "Mammal" I lay paralyzed, straddling the line between sleep and wakefulness. I can never remember what I see during these moments, only...

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Chapter 1: The Missing Middles

"Written up in marker on a factory sign: 'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine...'" ~Coldplay, "Hurts Like Heaven" My human skin has never stayed on very well. The patches of fur around my wrist, ankles, lips, and eyelids have snuck...

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