I materialized in a prison cell. My counterpart smiled, picked up his towel, spread his arms wide and said “The planet Furth. Good luck,” and then he was gone. Outside of my cell a group of anthropomorphic beings gathered, unfazed by the apparent prisoner swap.
“Your type is not welcome here,” the leader growled.
Having traveled the multiverse as an artist, a hieratic, and an inter-dimensional vagabond, I asked “Exactly what type would that be?”
“Skinnies” she replied, the anger and contempt rolling from the curled lips of her muzzled jaw. “You’ve chased my kind off of every pawhold we’ve held in the multiverse, and it’s time we’ve made a stand.”
For the life of me, I had no idea what she was talking about, but I found her oddly attractive regardless.
Woo! I’ve been checking every day for this. Great page. King of creepy and funny at the same time. You should put these into a book when you get enough of them.
Stumbled upon your site by way of an add on another webcomic site(can’t seem to figure out which one now though). Just wanted to say your work is great. The artwork is fantastic, and the stories that go along with it, as well as the backstory is amazing. Will be checking in daily now. Look forward to more great stuff.
Thanks Robert. Checking in daily would really help my web stats! But to be truthful, I update every two weeks. (But update Sunday is this weekend!)
Over a week with no snappy double entendre comments from teh interwebs about Furries? Grats!
A towel? Seems to be a HHGTTG allusion there me thinks. I’m really enjoying your comic.