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Expect weekly updates, if I can help it.", "count": "1" } ], "description": "Okay, first off, let's make this clear: THIS IS A FAN FICTION. It is based, loosely, on the \"Flash\" game called \"Amorous\". [url=https://www.amorousgame.com/]Here is a link to download the game[/url], because it just so happens to be a free game. If you like the game as much as I do, though, I suggest you donate to Team Amorous. Those guys deserve it. \n\nOkay, that's out of the way I think. Time to explain the story in a little more detail. I have been playing the ever loving shit out of Amorous lately and it has truly been a muse of mine. I've long been looking for a passionate story to put my idea into and share with the community here on Ink Bunny and I finally feel like I have something viable here. \n\nFor starters, the first three chapters ([i]or so[/i]) will be very recognizable to events in the game. I put my own little spin on things ([i]like it being my own world and such[/i]) but for the most part, a heavy part of the inspiration ([i]and some of the actual lines[/i]) are derived from the game. That's why I put so much emphasis on saying this is an Amorous fan fiction. While none of the characters names or exact descriptions are used ([i]except in the thumbnail; that's just two screen shots straight from the game[/i]) and the entire setting is my own build, almost everything is INSPIRED by the game. So, one last time, let me say that if it were not for the game, this fiction would not exist. \n\nSecondly, after the third chapter ([i]possibly the fourth chapter, depending on my pacing[/i]), everything will be completely my own creation using what's been established as the ground floor. What I'm really trying to impress by saying all of this is that I truly feel like this is my own story that I borrowed a great deal of inspiration from another source to develop. I just used enough of said source to denote giving them a HUGE amount of the credit ([i]which is rightly deserved, I adore the story craft behind Amorous[/i]). \n\nSo, anyway, other than the first paragraph of this comment being repeated in every chapter, this is the last you'll hear of me ranting about the game directly. Seriously, though, go play it. It's awesome. \n\nAnyway, tell me what you think if you read this. I'm very eager to get some feedback on it as this is literally the first time I've put any of my creations up to be viewed by a public eye since high school ([i]so, what, like, seven years ago? Maybe longer[/i]). Anything is helpful, even if you hate it. Let me know why you hate it. Or maybe you love it? Say why there, too. We can totally nerd out over something together! I don't care. I'm nervous. Can you tell? I'll shut up now. \n\n-Lord Orin", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Okay, first off, let's make this clear: THIS IS A FAN FICTION. It is based, loosely, on the "Flash" game called "Amorous". Here is a link to download the game, because it just so happens to be a free game. If you like the game as much as I do, though, I suggest you donate to Team Amorous. Those guys deserve it.

Okay, that's out of the way I think. Time to explain the story in a little more detail. I have been playing the ever loving shit out of Amorous lately and it has truly been a muse of mine. I've long been looking for a passionate story to put my idea into and share with the community here on Ink Bunny and I finally feel like I have something viable here.

For starters, the first three chapters (or so) will be very recognizable to events in the game. I put my own little spin on things (like it being my own world and such) but for the most part, a heavy part of the inspiration (and some of the actual lines) are derived from the game. That's why I put so much emphasis on saying this is an Amorous fan fiction. While none of the characters names or exact descriptions are used (except in the thumbnail; that's just two screen shots straight from the game) and the entire setting is my own build, almost everything is INSPIRED by the game. So, one last time, let me say that if it were not for the game, this fiction would not exist.

Secondly, after the third chapter (possibly the fourth chapter, depending on my pacing), everything will be completely my own creation using what's been established as the ground floor. What I'm really trying to impress by saying all of this is that I truly feel like this is my own story that I borrowed a great deal of inspiration from another source to develop. I just used enough of said source to denote giving them a HUGE amount of the credit (which is rightly deserved, I adore the story craft behind Amorous).

So, anyway, other than the first paragraph of this comment being repeated in every chapter, this is the last you'll hear of me ranting about the game directly. Seriously, though, go play it. It's awesome.

Anyway, tell me what you think if you read this. I'm very eager to get some feedback on it as this is literally the first time I've put any of my creations up to be viewed by a public eye since high school (so, what, like, seven years ago? Maybe longer). Anything is helpful, even if you hate it. Let me know why you hate it. Or maybe you love it? Say why there, too. We can totally nerd out over something together! I don't care. I'm nervous. Can you tell? I'll shut up now.

-Lord Orin", "writing": "[b]Prologue[/b]\n\nHistory tells that it was the hubris of man that created the furs. What little written history remains speak of a time where the technology of humans reached such a lofted position that genetic engineering was the last frontier. Eventually, humanity's desire to create the perfect sentient being lead to the birth of fursons; bipedal, anthropomorphic animals of all races and breeds. History does not tell of the wars that followed these trying times; where man and fur fought against each other. \n\nEventually, Homo sapiens became extinct; a distant memory told of in museums and history books. All that was left were Bestia superior; fursons, or furs. Each race of fur was different; avian, reptilian, canine, feline, unguline, rodentia, and all the other, less common races. Each race had different breeds; parrot, iguana, lupine, tiger, horse, rabbit, and kangaroo as respective examples. It was this enormous spread of different races, breeds and sub-breeds that helped furs to evolve much past what humans could ever have hoped to become. \n\nThe year was 4074 C.E., or 517 S.E. (Superior Era). Earth, as humans had come to know it, had gone through several changes. Technology had advanced beyond reasoning and cars no longer needed wheels to run, but anti-gravetic cells. Homes were no longer powered by massive, interconnected networks fueled by enormous power plants, but by stable, individual, compact fusion cells. Cities became massive, overpopulated metropolises. Sub-urban living became slum living and small towns became more wide spread and popularized. \n\nMany of these advances were adopted by the furs. Many more were improved upon. Life in cities was busy but plush. Life in the suburbs was tough, but livable. Life in small towns was the average citizen's experience and only about 5% of the population chose anything different. To some, the now global society was everything a utopia would have been to humans of the 21st century. To a small percentage, utopia was a strong word. \n\nHowever, war, famine, and plague were all but eradicated. Furs lived long, happy lives and had little to nothing to worry about beyond what career they would choose after high school or what the future might hold if they didn't go to college. Life was good, for the most part. It was in these times that stories of love, heart break, and passion thrived most of all. \n\n[b]Love by Any Other Name[/b]\n\n[i]A love story by Lord Orin[/i]\n\n[b]Chapter 1[/b]\n\nI grew up in a small town on the west coast. I say ``small'', but San Reemo wasn't exactly little. It was big enough that you would never be able to know everyone by name who lived there, but still plenty small enough to feel intimate and cozy. We didn't have the huge sky scrapers of New Frisco up north and we were definitely short of being the sprawling metro that San Angeles down south was. San Reemo was cozy yet busy, humble yet open. \n\nAnother thing the town had going for it was its liberal views. It was a beach town; lots of tourists, partiers, and night clubs. That meant lots of fine weather, lots of furs in skimpy swim gear walking the streets, and lots of activity at night. I grew up around it, so it was just another day for me. Spend enough of your life around the libido-driven, fur-flashing, modesty-to-the-wind atmosphere and it starts to grow thin; the novelty of it all fading into routine. Being a few years out of high school and into the phase of wanting the attention of another fur, though, I guess I could see the draw it had to outsiders. \n\nI was always the nerdy type; all comic books, video games, and fanciful stories keeping me entertained rather than beach parties, surfing, and pub hopping. I did what I could to get out and do stuff, though. I wasn't a shut in by any standard. Frankly, I was probably more an extrovert than anything; I enjoyed being alone, but I felt drained if I did it for too long. I got my energy from going out into public. Not that I had time to do that much since high school. \n\nI woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm. The sound jerked me to life and I stared woefully at the clock on my night stand. 11am, it said. I grunted at it and smacked the ``silence'' button. I blinked lazily and stared at the picture next to the clock. It was a picture of my brother and I, back when we were ten or so. We were both smiling from ear to ear, laughing about whatever we were lost in the moment with at the time. Simpler times.\n\nI sat up in my bed and sighed deeply. I sat there in bed looking for an excuse to not get up and face the day like a man. Then I remembered that Nathan was supposed to have his ``friend'' over today. The thought of that was kind of leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Don't get me wrong, I adore my brother; it's just Nathan wasn't a shy guy. He and his boyfriend would spend all day fooling around in Nathan's room - which had paper thin walls - and the festivities would occasionally spill out into the rest of the house. \n\nI had nothing against Nathan's antics. I felt happy for him more than anything. It was just awkward and uncomfortable to be around, especially since I hadn't had a date since high school. Being a third wheel was kind of becoming my M.O. and it was a trend I was seriously looking to buck. I stood up, crept over to my door, and silently pushed it open. Listening carefully, I tried to see if Nathan was awake yet. I didn't hear anything. \n\nThat was good news. That meant the two ``love birds'' hadn't had a chance to get started yet. Either that or they had an early start and were crashed out after round one. Either way, that gave me a chance to get dressed and get my furry butt out the door before things got off to an earnest start. I stepped over to the mirrored door that lead to my closet and looked into it. \n\nMy tan fur was a little matted from not showering in three days and my brown hair was all over the place. My slender frame was slouched, showing obvious signs of having just woken up and my round, brown eyes had bags under them. I twitched my enormous fennec ear and swished my fluffy fox tail side to side. For a fennec, I was on the tall side, which I attributed to my bio-dad being a husky. I also blamed my fast-growing hair on that fact. Either way, I had my mom's ears. \n\nI flexed, admiring my hard-earned handy work. I had been a bit on the chubby side in high school. I had taken the sudden influx of time after graduating to start working out and get in better health. I tried my best to go on a jog three times a week and hit the gym at least twice a week. I wasn't ripped or anything, but I felt like I was pretty well toned. That's all I really wanted. \n\nI digressed from admiring myself for a moment and reached into my closet. It was filled with a modicum of different styles; goth garb, torn up punk outfits, ``business casual'', all kinds of things. My tastes changed pretty frequently and I never really stuck to one look for too long. Right now, I was just looking for something to get me out the door, so I grabbed a random print shirt - ``I'm not crazy, just bored'' it read -, a pair of black plaid shorts, and some boxer briefs. Lastly, I grabbed some socks and my favorite pair of punk boots. \n\nAfter almost literally throwing on my muddled outfit, I made my way for the door. I wasn't sure what I was going to do quite yet, though I thought about it more the closer I got to the door. Should I hit the beach and try to hit on some hottie catching some sun - cause, you know, I'd totally make them swoon with the outfit I had on. Or maybe I should get a jog in - not that the boots were the right choice for that. Before I had settled on anything, I was stopped just before reaching the door by a voice to my left. \n\n``Morning, sunshine!'' the voice chirped. I nearly jumped out of my fur. Turning, I saw my brother in all his crimson glory. His cardinal feathers were ruffled and his orange beak had a smirk placed firmly on it. Other than the smile, all he wore was a pair of sky-blue briefs. I shook my head and crossed my arms. \n\n``Sky above, Nathan, you scared the piss out'a me! Where the hell are you clothes, huh? Did you just neglect to put them on after pounding your boyfriend into submission?'' I jeered. He frowned at me.\n\n``That's not fair; can't a guy say `hi' to his little brother in the morning?''\n\nI sighed. ``Sorry, Nate. It's just I don't see you these days unless it's between fuck sessions, so excuse me if I'm not a little bitter,'' I replied. ``So where is your boyfriend, anyway? Probably in your room, spent, right?''\n\n``Actually, it's just you and me right now,'' Nathan put on a lithe grin. ``Haven't you ever just hung out in your undies before? You know, like when you know I'm not around or something?''\n\n``You do that all the time. Even when I'm here, Nate.''\n\nNathan's face shifted a little. ``Yeah, well, anyway...my friend? He's not here. Like I said, it's just you and me.''\n\nI raised an eyebrow, unfolding my arms and placing one on my hip. ``So what time is he gonna be here? You know, so I know how long I have before the fireworks start.''\n\n``He's not coming at all. He dumped me. Over IM,'' Nate's face drooped and he hugged his stomach like he just ate something that didn't agree with him. My ears fell back and I frowned myself. \n\n``Shit, Nate...I'm sorry. That's a pretty messed up way to do that. I know you kinda liked him, too,'' I looked at the floor and we sat there in the foyer in silence for a moment. ``Hey, uh, is there anything I can do for you?''\n\nNate's face lit up and he smiled at me. ``Yeah, now that I think about it! Maybe you and I can hang out today?''\n\n``Sure, that sounds like fun? I was about to, uh,'' I stopped and thought about it. ``What was I about to do?''\n\nNate gave me a sly look and inspected my clothing. ``Seems like you didn't have anything in mind other than getting out of the house before I filled it with the sounds of love making.'' Caught, I blushed a pale pink and stroked at my ear.\n\n``Heh, yeah, okay, you caught me. How about I put on some proper running shoes and we go for a jog? Maybe we can hit the boardwalk and get some ice cream or something?''\n\n``Yeah, that sounds great! I'll get dressed and we can hit the town! Thanks, Jake, you're the best!'' Nathan gave me a hug around the neck and ran off, his little tail feathers shaking in a delighted dance. I shook my head. Well, at least I had an activity that didn't involve listening to the sounds of ``love making'', as Nate put it. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Prologue

History tells that it was the hubris of man that created the furs. What little written history remains speak of a time where the technology of humans reached such a lofted position that genetic engineering was the last frontier. Eventually, humanity's desire to create the perfect sentient being lead to the birth of fursons; bipedal, anthropomorphic animals of all races and breeds. History does not tell of the wars that followed these trying times; where man and fur fought against each other.

Eventually, Homo sapiens became extinct; a distant memory told of in museums and history books. All that was left were Bestia superior; fursons, or furs. Each race of fur was different; avian, reptilian, canine, feline, unguline, rodentia, and all the other, less common races. Each race had different breeds; parrot, iguana, lupine, tiger, horse, rabbit, and kangaroo as respective examples. It was this enormous spread of different races, breeds and sub-breeds that helped furs to evolve much past what humans could ever have hoped to become.

The year was 4074 C.E., or 517 S.E. (Superior Era). Earth, as humans had come to know it, had gone through several changes. Technology had advanced beyond reasoning and cars no longer needed wheels to run, but anti-gravetic cells. Homes were no longer powered by massive, interconnected networks fueled by enormous power plants, but by stable, individual, compact fusion cells. Cities became massive, overpopulated metropolises. Sub-urban living became slum living and small towns became more wide spread and popularized.

Many of these advances were adopted by the furs. Many more were improved upon. Life in cities was busy but plush. Life in the suburbs was tough, but livable. Life in small towns was the average citizen's experience and only about 5% of the population chose anything different. To some, the now global society was everything a utopia would have been to humans of the 21st century. To a small percentage, utopia was a strong word.

However, war, famine, and plague were all but eradicated. Furs lived long, happy lives and had little to nothing to worry about beyond what career they would choose after high school or what the future might hold if they didn't go to college. Life was good, for the most part. It was in these times that stories of love, heart break, and passion thrived most of all.

Love by Any Other Name

A love story by Lord Orin

Chapter 1

I grew up in a small town on the west coast. I say ``small'', but San Reemo wasn't exactly little. It was big enough that you would never be able to know everyone by name who lived there, but still plenty small enough to feel intimate and cozy. We didn't have the huge sky scrapers of New Frisco up north and we were definitely short of being the sprawling metro that San Angeles down south was. San Reemo was cozy yet busy, humble yet open.

Another thing the town had going for it was its liberal views. It was a beach town; lots of tourists, partiers, and night clubs. That meant lots of fine weather, lots of furs in skimpy swim gear walking the streets, and lots of activity at night. I grew up around it, so it was just another day for me. Spend enough of your life around the libido-driven, fur-flashing, modesty-to-the-wind atmosphere and it starts to grow thin; the novelty of it all fading into routine. Being a few years out of high school and into the phase of wanting the attention of another fur, though, I guess I could see the draw it had to outsiders.

I was always the nerdy type; all comic books, video games, and fanciful stories keeping me entertained rather than beach parties, surfing, and pub hopping. I did what I could to get out and do stuff, though. I wasn't a shut in by any standard. Frankly, I was probably more an extrovert than anything; I enjoyed being alone, but I felt drained if I did it for too long. I got my energy from going out into public. Not that I had time to do that much since high school.

I woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm. The sound jerked me to life and I stared woefully at the clock on my night stand. 11am, it said. I grunted at it and smacked the ``silence'' button. I blinked lazily and stared at the picture next to the clock. It was a picture of my brother and I, back when we were ten or so. We were both smiling from ear to ear, laughing about whatever we were lost in the moment with at the time. Simpler times.

I sat up in my bed and sighed deeply. I sat there in bed looking for an excuse to not get up and face the day like a man. Then I remembered that Nathan was supposed to have his ``friend'' over today. The thought of that was kind of leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Don't get me wrong, I adore my brother; it's just Nathan wasn't a shy guy. He and his boyfriend would spend all day fooling around in Nathan's room - which had paper thin walls - and the festivities would occasionally spill out into the rest of the house.

I had nothing against Nathan's antics. I felt happy for him more than anything. It was just awkward and uncomfortable to be around, especially since I hadn't had a date since high school. Being a third wheel was kind of becoming my M.O. and it was a trend I was seriously looking to buck. I stood up, crept over to my door, and silently pushed it open. Listening carefully, I tried to see if Nathan was awake yet. I didn't hear anything.

That was good news. That meant the two ``love birds'' hadn't had a chance to get started yet. Either that or they had an early start and were crashed out after round one. Either way, that gave me a chance to get dressed and get my furry butt out the door before things got off to an earnest start. I stepped over to the mirrored door that lead to my closet and looked into it.

My tan fur was a little matted from not showering in three days and my brown hair was all over the place. My slender frame was slouched, showing obvious signs of having just woken up and my round, brown eyes had bags under them. I twitched my enormous fennec ear and swished my fluffy fox tail side to side. For a fennec, I was on the tall side, which I attributed to my bio-dad being a husky. I also blamed my fast-growing hair on that fact. Either way, I had my mom's ears.

I flexed, admiring my hard-earned handy work. I had been a bit on the chubby side in high school. I had taken the sudden influx of time after graduating to start working out and get in better health. I tried my best to go on a jog three times a week and hit the gym at least twice a week. I wasn't ripped or anything, but I felt like I was pretty well toned. That's all I really wanted.

I digressed from admiring myself for a moment and reached into my closet. It was filled with a modicum of different styles; goth garb, torn up punk outfits, ``business casual'', all kinds of things. My tastes changed pretty frequently and I never really stuck to one look for too long. Right now, I was just looking for something to get me out the door, so I grabbed a random print shirt - ``I'm not crazy, just bored'' it read -, a pair of black plaid shorts, and some boxer briefs. Lastly, I grabbed some socks and my favorite pair of punk boots.

After almost literally throwing on my muddled outfit, I made my way for the door. I wasn't sure what I was going to do quite yet, though I thought about it more the closer I got to the door. Should I hit the beach and try to hit on some hottie catching some sun - cause, you know, I'd totally make them swoon with the outfit I had on. Or maybe I should get a jog in - not that the boots were the right choice for that. Before I had settled on anything, I was stopped just before reaching the door by a voice to my left.

``Morning, sunshine!'' the voice chirped. I nearly jumped out of my fur. Turning, I saw my brother in all his crimson glory. His cardinal feathers were ruffled and his orange beak had a smirk placed firmly on it. Other than the smile, all he wore was a pair of sky-blue briefs. I shook my head and crossed my arms.

``Sky above, Nathan, you scared the piss out'a me! Where the hell are you clothes, huh? Did you just neglect to put them on after pounding your boyfriend into submission?'' I jeered. He frowned at me.

``That's not fair; can't a guy say `hi' to his little brother in the morning?''

I sighed. ``Sorry, Nate. It's just I don't see you these days unless it's between fuck sessions, so excuse me if I'm not a little bitter,'' I replied. ``So where is your boyfriend, anyway? Probably in your room, spent, right?''

``Actually, it's just you and me right now,'' Nathan put on a lithe grin. ``Haven't you ever just hung out in your undies before? You know, like when you know I'm not around or something?''

``You do that all the time. Even when I'm here, Nate.''

Nathan's face shifted a little. ``Yeah, well, anyway...my friend? He's not here. Like I said, it's just you and me.''

I raised an eyebrow, unfolding my arms and placing one on my hip. ``So what time is he gonna be here? You know, so I know how long I have before the fireworks start.''

``He's not coming at all. He dumped me. Over IM,'' Nate's face drooped and he hugged his stomach like he just ate something that didn't agree with him. My ears fell back and I frowned myself.

``Shit, Nate...I'm sorry. That's a pretty messed up way to do that. I know you kinda liked him, too,'' I looked at the floor and we sat there in the foyer in silence for a moment. ``Hey, uh, is there anything I can do for you?''

Nate's face lit up and he smiled at me. ``Yeah, now that I think about it! Maybe you and I can hang out today?''

``Sure, that sounds like fun? I was about to, uh,'' I stopped and thought about it. ``What was I about to do?''

Nate gave me a sly look and inspected my clothing. ``Seems like you didn't have anything in mind other than getting out of the house before I filled it with the sounds of love making.'' Caught, I blushed a pale pink and stroked at my ear.

``Heh, yeah, okay, you caught me. How about I put on some proper running shoes and we go for a jog? Maybe we can hit the boardwalk and get some ice cream or something?''

``Yeah, that sounds great! I'll get dressed and we can hit the town! Thanks, Jake, you're the best!'' Nathan gave me a hug around the neck and ran off, his little tail feathers shaking in a delighted dance. I shook my head. Well, at least I had an activity that didn't involve listening to the sounds of ``love making'', as Nate put it.

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