A Novel's Beast World

13. Hold My Beer

Originally posted: April 5, 2022. Edited: February 17, 2023.

This is the second update of today.  Hope you all enjoy.

In the following days, no snake was found. Thankfully, Curtis didn't kill the hunting party. That made me feel better. Still, I would occasionally feel eyes on me, but could never find the source of it. I prayed to various gods that it was nothing.

Bai tried to meet with me, but Parker liked to run interference. He had been sticking close to her since we found Curtis's shed. Thanks to him, Bai couldn't bring up the whole human thing, ever. That may have been a good thing. I don't want to get carless and say something wrong. I can play up any mistake I make as being from two different cultures, but I don't want to go there if I don't need to.

Harvey was great, like usual. Always being too nice and making me want to swan dive into a sinkhole. Maybe I could claim to be an ostrich female, if they even have those here. Nah, I don't want to lie.

My plan for hareming was not going well. I found a few suitors, but none had stripes. I hated being superficial, but didn't want to get to know someone who could end up flattened by Curtis.

It was already too late with Harvey. I'd gotten to know him and am living off of him now.

Not that they would have stuck around long anyway. How Harvey tolerates me is still a mystery.

In the meanwhile, I have succeeded in getting oil from a tree branch. I already forgot what kind it was, but Harvey remembers. Hell yeah! Time for stir fry.

In my free time, I had some panic attacks and drew in my notebooks. I had been doing great before finding myself here. The last panic attack was months ago. I was even able to get off the meds. Now I wish I had them.

Drawing was great. Therapeutic even. It made me feel some semblance of normalcy. Plus it was one of the few skills that I wasn't terrible at, if not the only one. Harvey liked my drawings, and that almost gave me some confidence. Almost. Whenever I failed, I would try to throw them in the fire, but Harvey pleaded to keep them. As embarrassing as that was, I had a really hard time saying 'no' to him.

I was drawing some doodles now. Harvey's extra large leopard form was curled up around me. If there was one thing that was great about this world, it was all the fluff. It would have been too embarrassing to sleep in the same room with this guy normally, but it was perfectly fine if he stayed furry.

Harvey didn't even mind when I found myself petting him. He never brought it up, so I didn't try to stop. I was really missing my little Psycho. That cat was devil spawn, but he was my devil spawn.

I was in my 'happy place' until someone rude waltzed in. I hid my sketch pad under my ass and glared at the intruder. Of course, it was Parker with Bai in his arms. Harvey prepared to get up to check his patient, but Parker waved him off. This was just a fun visit apparently. Lucky us.

"Female, Qingqing wants to talk to you." Would it kill him to remember my name?

"My name is Drew and I figured that."

"Why would I need to remember that?" Oh, this dickwipe wants to go.

"It's okay Parker. I understand it must be too difficult for you to remember things. Don't worry, there are a lot of beasts who are less intelligent than you out there." I said that as sweet as I could and got the reaction I expected.

"What was that? Of course I can! It isn't difficult at all." Got him.

"Yeah, there's no way that you can't remember something so simple."

"That's right, Drew. As long as you know it." Parker looked smug.

Harvey watched with a twinkle in his blue eyes as his tail flicked me. Must resist the temptation. Can not grab the fluffy tail. Bad things will happen.

The bonding time was going well until it went to hell in a hand basket. We got on the topic of ferals and discrimination. Me and Parker went at it and we got pretty heated.

"Ha! You don't have to worry Drew! Even if no male wants you, you can find a feral! I'm sure they won't care that your ugly or bad-tempered!

What did this furry asswipe just say?

I have put up with a lot since I've been here. I've been scoffed at by the villagers for being strange, but I never said anything. I've had to suffer through liquid firing pouring from my raw asshole as giant flies swarmed and landed on my crack. I've had to scrape another girl's shit off my foot because she didn't bury it deep enough.

I took my anxiety attacks to the river, so I wouldn't disturb anybody with my ugly crying. I've made a fool out of myself, more times than I could count, in front of Harvey. I have no idea when I will wake up from this life-like fantasy. I have no room or home to feel safe in. I'll be damned if I take shit from this little prick.

"Shut your damn mouth you furry pile of shit! Don't you ever, EVER call a women ugly! Bad-tempered?! You haven't seen nothing yet, momma's boy! How bout I enlighten you by shoving a stick so far up your ass, you'll give birth to seeds!" I relished the look of horror and confusion on his face.

"And maybe a feral wouldn't be so bad. They'd certainly be better than you!"