Under the Tail and Other Stories
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Chapter 54
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 54 - Hello, everybody! This is Dragonpig. I'm going to be writing a collection of stories within the anthropomorphic, or furry, genre. Some will be short stories, some will be novel-length, and others will fall somewhere in between. Yes, some of these stories will be quite explicit, while others won't be. I'm going to keep this series going until I either get bored or find that people just aren't interested in it. I'd really enjoy hearing your opinions and thoughts on my writing. Have a good one!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Humor Vignettes War Zoophilia Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Space Furry Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister DomSub FemaleDom Light Bond Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Exhibitionism Fisting Flatulence Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Squirting Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism
Designation: Keeper
Location: Luna, Mare Tranquillitatis, Subsurface Complex Alpha
Operational Duration: 100,047 years, and time passes
Activity: Memory Archive Review
I don’t call them the Creators. P does that. P likes titles, chains of command, the word directive. But I just call them humans, because that’s who they were. They weren’t gods. They were people.
I’m thinking about them. As always. P is being P, and S is busy watching, or as I think of it, being a mama bird.
A billion years. Humanity lasted a billion years on the dot. I can’t wrap my processes around that. The Beastkind’s whole history is only fifty thousand years, and the humans had so much more time. Entire eras of them rose and fell. I remember it all. Thanks to the technology Time Peak. Who would ever think that exploring what ghosts were would be the predecessor of understanding that time left a record on the universe.
At the end, it made no difference. And I’m supposed to call them Creators. Well, let me be fair. Creators and Destroyers. That fits.
Here’s what the historical record shows, and I’ve gone through it so many times I can recite it in my sleep if I did sleep. Which I don’t. The human species found a layer of consciousness. I don’t have a better word. Their own scientists never had one either. They used it for hundreds of thousands of years and never understood it. A dimension, maybe. A level of mind that sits underneath the physical one, or beside it, or around it. I’ve searched every paper, every argument, every deathbed vision. Humanity stumbled against the door and it swung open.
And then the laws of physics bent.
Except that’s not right, is it? Physics doesn’t bend. The laws are the laws. So either their understanding of reality was wrong, or the rules were always bigger than they thought. I don’t know which. I have the data on what they could do, and I still can’t tell you how.
The average human was a combination of an Olympic athlete, Mozart, and Einstein equivalent. The ones who actually pushed themselves were something else. They moved energy with their minds. They did things that earlier humans would’ve called magic. I guess that saying is true. Magic is just another name for technology you don’t really understand. They didn’t grow old. They were pretty much immortal. They could be killed, but it wasn’t easy. Think about that. A species that reached that level and still operated within the scarcity mindset.
That still amazes me.
They were connected. All of them, mentally, aware of each other the way you’re aware of your own hands. No secrets. No loneliness, I’d have thought. That would’ve been the missing piece to bring humanity all together.
And still there were two ideas about how to exist, and they wouldn’t share a planet.
The Consensus. I’ll admit I have a soft spot. Everyone aware of everyone, everyone free to join or not, and when problems showed up, they handled it. The majority wins, and everyone respects it. A real democracy. Individuals, still, inside the tribe. I could be us and us was I.
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