#furry
also: #furries, #anthro, ##furry
These Bonecrowns are both my prisoners and are now lovers? I was planning on just hemogen farming one of them and recruiting the other!
"I-I'm a god! You cretin!" the bull squeaked in his palm, fidgeting and fighting against the farmers fingers.
The mouse chuckled. "Sure you are."
In days past, the gods were numerous and powerful. It had only been a few eons ago that the bull towered over cities, was able to reshape lands at a whim. But much like many other of his fellow gods, his following had dwindled as the mortals focused their worship elsewhere...along with their size. He'd been lucky to retain even two inches of his height, as opposed to sharing the same fate as the flea sized deities who languised at the feet of mortals. Though it seemed that luck had run out as he found himself in the clutches of a lowly farmer, the mouse having nabbed him as he scoured a pantry for scraps. "Re-release me and I'll make it worth your while!" The dimunitive deity pleaded.
A smirk spread across the mouse's face. "I'm not sure what you are, but I think i'll keep you."
Before the little bull could protest further, he was shoved into a back pocket, stoved away until the farmer could finish his daily tasks.
The mouse let out a pleased sigh as he resumed his work with the supposed god fidgeting in his back pocket, his tail swishing back and forth with excitement at all the fun he was going to have with his new servant.
Perhaps a foot massage to start...