A "furry", for the unititiated, is basically a humanized animal, or vice versa. In his book Jurrasic park, Michael Crichton's character Ian Malcolm says that the Web (this was 1995) would bring about the destruction of humanity by allowing everyone to think identically, which is what we tend to do. I've found that it has, instead, allowed the nuts to communicate that much faster.

I'm not saying that all furryfans are nuts, I'm just saying they should be sure to remove any scales from their eyes before trying this stuff again. There is a disturbingly large amount of erotic furfiction out there, and the people who write this stuff...well, they need some therapy.

For example, I cite "The Symbionite", which isn't strictly furry fiction, but was found on a tf (transformation) stories website. It is a strong case for furryism as escapism used to sheild oneself from reality and its potential pain.

The story starts off normally enough, with a scientist recieving a package from a friend. Almost from the first paragraph, we find that she was disfigured in a car accident, now walks with a limp, and has burn scars on her body. She also lost her fiance, Scott. This is a common theme in most TF stories. The protagonist doesn't fit in in some way, and will be accepted, somehow, by the end. We find out that the package contains a seed from this scientist's friend. It comes from an area where a meteorite struck, causing an entire penninsula to cave in on itself, and remain hidden for thousands of years. The plants and animals evolved some amazing forms of symbiotic relationships. One of the few phrases this friend uses is "highly exiciting" . Uh oh. This story, by the way, was rated XXX. The scientist-let's call her Laura-puts the seed in a hydroponics tank in the greenhouse and goes to her room, presumably to catch Letterman. At this point the story is fully set up. It has an introduction, complications will be introduced, and there will be a *cough* climax.

The next morning, Laura goes out to the greenhouse, and find that the plant had grown amazingly. A large green spike had grown through the bottom of the 'ponics tank, into the floor. Let's take a moment here, to consider the use of the words "large" and "spike". A big pointy thing. I think that, subconsciously, this is a phallic symbol. We shall see it's signifigance in a few paragraphs.

Laura touches a tendril, which spirals around her finger. She jokes "I think it likes me" (an indication of the authour's desire for love), and then tries to sake it off. Surprise, surprise, she can't. Other tendrils wind around her body, and as she struggles to free herself, she falls to the floor. As the tendrils thicken, her clothes burst and fall off. So she's naked and lying on the floor. I don't even have to explain the psychological significance of this. One particular tendril makes it's way into and through her belly button. (I could go Fruedian and say it means the authour wants to sleep with their mother. Maybe they were abused or something.) Then a large, blunt, green and fuschia tendril (phallic again) probes its way up her thigh, and into her vagina. The sensation is "invasive, but not unpleasant". Following which, the leaves ensnaring her fall off, forming, and I quote, "a bed of leaves". I have no need to go into the use of the word bed. It's quite obvious this whole thing is a metaphor for sex. The belly button and then vagina thing...I don't know. Lets move on.

Laura, naturally, starts wondering if she's going to be food for this thing. Since the tendrils are translucent, she can see the green fluids moving into her, and red fluids flowing ot of her. (the use of the word "fluids" is not mine) She feels warm, feverish. (The same thing which happens whenever we find another attractive.) She also feels the plant shifting her organs, changing things inside of her. One of the things we do if we love another is change ourselves. Its nature. As she begins to get worried, she finds that the plant pumps her with a relaxant to ease her worry. She notices her skin is the same color as the tendrils, green and fuschia. Then she falls asleep.

Upon awakening, she finds two steel pins next to her thigh. The ones that had been put there after the accident, as well as some dental fillings. She also realizes that there are no more burn scars on her arms and that "instead of the pair of saggy b-cup breast she had had, there were now a pair of DDs which would make any woman pround and any man weak in the knees." One of the tendencies of people who have been teased at an early age (such as myself) is not to be the romantic aggressor in any fantasies later on. This is because they've been hurt too much already. Subconsciously, we don't want to risk pain again. This is why Laura's breasts are to die for.

I'm going to stop there because I think I've made my point. There are a large amount of furries who need help. This can be said of almost any "trendy" belief, including the Goth scence, paganism, and homosexuality. We identify with those who are feeling simliar pain, and all wallow in it altogether. You may think otherwise, but I feel I have to express my beliefs. Thank you.