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Phallacy (noun)
fa-lə-sē
1 a: A mistake in attributing attractiveness to specific features
b: Errors in estimating one's attractiveness for courtship purposes
(Thinking the volume of your call makes it more attractive is a classic phallacy.)
2 a: Unfounded belief in some surrogate benchmark for attractiveness; a stand-in for a phallus
(He thinks those poses give him Big Dick Energy but the gals know he's a scrub! What a phallacy.)
"Good game, Rasmus" Joe said to his opponent, who had finished his shower earlier. The bull was almost fully dressed by now.
Rasmus nodded to the shorter rooster in reply, and then fished out of his locker an unrecognizable tangled apparatus.
"What on earth is that thing," Joe asked as the young bull began fastening several straps and cords to his horns. There were buckles and at least six stiff supporting rods that cleverly fit together to make what looked like a dreamcatcher over Rasmus's ears. There were little caps to fit over the tips of the horns. After twists to a knot that tightened the grip it had on the bull's rack, the assembled product looked just as tangled as when it had emerged from the locker. Rasmus's skull and horns made an ominous creaking sound as he finished the final twist.
"Horn expander," said Rasmus, grimacing.
"Looks ridiculous. I'll bet it hurts like hell." Joe put on his vest. "Expands them how? By almost snapping them off your head?"
Rasmus flattened his ears and massaged his forehead, getting used to the gear. "It's a form of resistance training. The horns get thicker and stronger in response to the challenge of the weight and pressure it puts on them."
"That'll come in handy if we find ourselves transported seventy years into the past. Nobody does that sort of thing anymore. Butting heads like a butt head. The need for violence to fight for the attention of the ladies is so...so primitive."
"Cows still pay attention," said Rasmus, who looked down his nose at the bird. "What would you know about it, anyway? You little feather duster. A bull's pride is his rack!" He walked off, saying over his shoulder "Another game, same time next week?"
"I'm free, see you then." Joe watched Rasmus go and noticed him rubbing the side of his head to ease discomfort just as he disappeared.
The rooster placed one foot on the bench and began filing the spur on that ankle to a sharp point. "Silly vanity," he said of his friend. He admired his spur, then switched feet to sharpen the other. "Wouldn't catch me acting like that!"
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Phallacy (noun)
fa-lə-sē
1 a: A mistake in attributing attractiveness to specific features
b: Errors in estimating one's attractiveness for courtship purposes
(Thinking the volume of your call makes it more attractive is a classic phallacy.)
2 a: Unfounded belief in some surrogate benchmark for attractiveness; a stand-in for a phallus
(He thinks those poses give him Big Dick Energy but the gals know he's a scrub! What a phallacy.)
"Good game, Rasmus" Joe said to his opponent, who had finished his shower earlier. The bull was almost fully dressed by now.
Rasmus nodded to the shorter rooster in reply, and then fished out of his locker an unrecognizable tangled apparatus.
"What on earth is that thing," Joe asked as the young bull began fastening several straps and cords to his horns. There were buckles and at least six stiff supporting rods that cleverly fit together to make what looked like a dreamcatcher over Rasmus's ears. There were little caps to fit over the tips of the horns. After twists to a knot that tightened the grip it had on the bull's rack, the assembled product looked just as tangled as when it had emerged from the locker. Rasmus's skull and horns made an ominous creaking sound as he finished the final twist.
"Horn expander," said Rasmus, grimacing.
"Looks ridiculous. I'll bet it hurts like hell." Joe put on his vest. "Expands them how? By almost snapping them off your head?"
Rasmus flattened his ears and massaged his forehead, getting used to the gear. "It's a form of resistance training. The horns get thicker and stronger in response to the challenge of the weight and pressure it puts on them."
"That'll come in handy if we find ourselves transported seventy years into the past. Nobody does that sort of thing anymore. Butting heads like a butt head. The need for violence to fight for the attention of the ladies is so...so primitive."
"Cows still pay attention," said Rasmus, who looked down his nose at the bird. "What would you know about it, anyway? You little feather duster. A bull's pride is his rack!" He walked off, saying over his shoulder "Another game, same time next week?"
"I'm free, see you then." Joe watched Rasmus go and noticed him rubbing the side of his head to ease discomfort just as he disappeared.
The rooster placed one foot on the bench and began filing the spur on that ankle to a sharp point. "Silly vanity," he said of his friend. He admired his spur, then switched feet to sharpen the other. "Wouldn't catch me acting like that!"
Another Thursday Prompt and this one might be fun for anyone. I might do another one this week, we'll see!
Usually the prompt is based on a randomly chosen word. This week we had to make up our own word--a word that (hopefully) did not exist already! Define it, and see what situation or scene came to mind to illustrate it in exactly 365 words.
Mine's not really a new word, it's a portmanteau. I do that a lot. My husband said I should use badgerlisk, which could be the 2nd chance I'll take at this.
Usually the prompt is based on a randomly chosen word. This week we had to make up our own word--a word that (hopefully) did not exist already! Define it, and see what situation or scene came to mind to illustrate it in exactly 365 words.
Mine's not really a new word, it's a portmanteau. I do that a lot. My husband said I should use badgerlisk, which could be the 2nd chance I'll take at this.
Category Story / All
Species Bovine (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
Size 120 x 101px
Listed in Folders
No, I felt like doing it.
Horn enhancers - sort of like tailfur extensions for foxes and such, or fake antlers for inadequate-feeling bucks.
Horn enhancers - sort of like tailfur extensions for foxes and such, or fake antlers for inadequate-feeling bucks.
"Butting heads like a butt head" got a real chuckle out of me. This whole thing played out so naturally, each species judging the other. I'd love to hear the parallel discussion from the ladies' side of this topic.
It might take someone with more talent or different experiences from mine to approach it from that angle!
Nice! I like these sorts of views into anthro-world and the sort of things different species would do, fun story!
That's always what I look for in furry writing--how's it different from just people?
Yes, I agree entirely, that's much more interesting than just a human wearing a suit.
Bwahahahahahahaha... I love it...
and so goes the song; 'Hang a brick from your dick,
Long and thick attracts the chicks.'
Vix
and so goes the song; 'Hang a brick from your dick,
Long and thick attracts the chicks.'
Vix
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