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Traveler's Tale
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: snork
Special condition: 365 words
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I stood facing the sign reading The Traveler’s Rest over the inn’s entrance, with cheerful yellow light streaming from the windows and the sounds of music and conversation reaching my grateful feline ears.
A decent meal, good beer, and maybe a comfortable bed for the night, after weeks of living rough?
Yeah.
I went inside and took my pack off my shoulders as a waitress bustled up to me. Like me, she was feline. “What can I get ya?” she asked.
“Beer,” I said, laying a coin on the table. I sniffed. “And a bowl of stew, please,” and I added a second coin.
Both coins went down the lady’s cleavage, and shortly I was enjoying a very tasty dinner.
Getting a room was a harder matter. There were only three rooms upstairs, the innkeeper told me, with two beds apiece. But, the cougar said, there was one bed still empty.
I agreed to his price with a minimum of haggling and went up to my room. The beer was good stuff. I found the room, tucked my pack under the vacant bed, stripped to my underwear and laid down. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight coming through the threadbare curtains, touching on an empty plate and the sleeping bulk of my roommate.
I had just laid my weary head down when my ears flicked at a “Snork!” coming from the other fellow. Loud, too.
I grumbled and rolled over.
“Snork!”
The second one was longer, more drawn-out, and louder.
Gods . . .
“Hey,” I said.
“Snork!”
I grumbled, got out of bed (leaving my sword behind) and walked over to him. I guessed it was a bear or a bull. I poked him on the shoulder. “Hey.”
“Snork!”
Another poke. “Hey!”
“Snork!”
Clearly this wasn’t working. I looked around, snatched a piece of cutlery from the empty plate, and jabbed the guy in the butt.
I found myself with a huge, meaty paw around my neck and my feet dangling a foot off the floor. The creature holding me was huge, his skin green and his face was adorned with two tusks.
That’s the last time I fork an ork’s snork.
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end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: snork
Special condition: 365 words
_______________________________________________________________________________
I stood facing the sign reading The Traveler’s Rest over the inn’s entrance, with cheerful yellow light streaming from the windows and the sounds of music and conversation reaching my grateful feline ears.
A decent meal, good beer, and maybe a comfortable bed for the night, after weeks of living rough?
Yeah.
I went inside and took my pack off my shoulders as a waitress bustled up to me. Like me, she was feline. “What can I get ya?” she asked.
“Beer,” I said, laying a coin on the table. I sniffed. “And a bowl of stew, please,” and I added a second coin.
Both coins went down the lady’s cleavage, and shortly I was enjoying a very tasty dinner.
Getting a room was a harder matter. There were only three rooms upstairs, the innkeeper told me, with two beds apiece. But, the cougar said, there was one bed still empty.
I agreed to his price with a minimum of haggling and went up to my room. The beer was good stuff. I found the room, tucked my pack under the vacant bed, stripped to my underwear and laid down. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight coming through the threadbare curtains, touching on an empty plate and the sleeping bulk of my roommate.
I had just laid my weary head down when my ears flicked at a “Snork!” coming from the other fellow. Loud, too.
I grumbled and rolled over.
“Snork!”
The second one was longer, more drawn-out, and louder.
Gods . . .
“Hey,” I said.
“Snork!”
I grumbled, got out of bed (leaving my sword behind) and walked over to him. I guessed it was a bear or a bull. I poked him on the shoulder. “Hey.”
“Snork!”
Another poke. “Hey!”
“Snork!”
Clearly this wasn’t working. I looked around, snatched a piece of cutlery from the empty plate, and jabbed the guy in the butt.
I found myself with a huge, meaty paw around my neck and my feet dangling a foot off the floor. The creature holding me was huge, his skin green and his face was adorned with two tusks.
That’s the last time I fork an ork’s snork.
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Feline (Other)
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 34.5 kB
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