Anthrocon 2019 Conbook
Anthrocon 2019 Conbook
Guests of Honor................................................................................................................................................................. 2
Some Enchanted Evening by Julian Bynoe.......................................................................................................................5
Burning Waters by Fere N. Ermelis.................................................................................................................................. 8
Just You and Me by Fere N. Ermelis...............................................................................................................................13
Anthrocon 2019 Staff.......................................................................................................................................................20
Cubes and Stars by Fere N. Ermelis................................................................................................................................37
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Foxx surveyed the swim- up the party. He’d even given him a blushing a little since he wasn’t used
ming pool area around him and felt reasonable budget to cover the costs to such high praise. “It…was noth-
proud of his work, even if he did say and hired his best friend – and secret ing.”
so himself. The fourteen-year old red crush – Vixen, to help him out and “Nothing?? You call three
fox had been in charge of planning, was invited to the party too. weeks of work, plus designing the
creating and setting up the look and Yeah, that would be worth party e-invite with the clever term
design of Rex Harrington’s luau- it, Foxx thought, wanting to see her BYOB – Bring Your Own Bathing
themed pool party just before they wearing a swimsuit. As a loner he suit – nothing? You got real talent,
headed back to school to start grade didn’t have many other friends, what dude, seriously! I’ve seen your com-
eight. with him being the archetypical shy ics, man.”
He was surprised that the and artistic type. Having to deal with Tell that to my old man, he
class ‘silver spoon’ would hire him to his parents’ very bitter divorce six thought downheartedly, but kept
design and decorate the lavish pool years ago with his absentee mother that to himself. He almost had to
area at his palatial home; plus invite gone out of his and his dad’s lives, fight with his dad to let him go to the
him along with their entire grade including adolescence; was hard pool party, since he hardly was invit-
seven homeroom class to an end-of- enough. ed to any of the middle school parties
summer/back-to-school party, con- “Looking good there, Foxx!” that seemed to pass him by, like he
sidering that he practically ignored said Rex, coming out through the pa- was invisible. Other than Vixen, who
him for most of the school year. tio deck with a box of plastic lei neck- also was in his art class; he usually
Nevertheless, Rex said he laces. The badger looked at the pool kept to himself and was happy just
was impressed on how he super- area and the working lava lamps that to work alone on his monthly online
vised the set design in art class for surrounded his turntable set, as he comics he created in his bedroom ev-
the school’s production of Hamil- was also the party’s DJ. “This place ery weekend to post on his website.
ton last spring, that he was the lead would put Maui to shame.” Rex checked his cellphone
star in; and texted him in July to set “Thanks, Rex,” Foxx said, for the time. It read four thirty and
saw the early evening sky had turned
slightly pink. “Well, the party starts
at five thirty. Better grab a bite first
before the guests arrive, set the re-
freshments and then slip into our
trunks and wait for them to come,”
he said as they walked back into the
house, giving a hearty slap on the
young vulpine’s back.
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asking him to go to a couple of school bandeau number with the double- night as the kids swam, partied and
dances with her last school year, but strapped matching French-cut bikini danced to Rex’s mixes of new-school
she knew that Foxx’s dad kept a pro- bottom. Finally they settled on one and old-school tunes at the turntable
tective leash on him and wouldn’t let they both liked and was more appro- set.
him go in any case. priate for the party and its theme. Everyone was having fun…
She’d never know what it “All right, I’ve embarrassed except Foxx.
was like to have a father around, you enough for tonight,” her moth- He felt like the odd one out,
since her attorney mom wasn’t too er chuckled. “Be safe and have fun, despite that he had on a festive pair
forthcoming about how she became a okay, honey?” of tropical print swim shorts like al-
single parent. However, she was very “Okay. Bye, Mom. Later,” most everyone else did. It seemed
nurturing and loving and did all right she said while her mom leaned over nobody else really noticed the party
in raising her daughter all by herself, and pecked her on the cheek, as décor, so Foxx stood around the re-
although she could be a bit overbear- Vixen got out of the car and closed freshment table nibbling on Hawai-
ing on why she wasn’t as pretty or the door afterwards. Making her ian pizza and downing a couple tum-
popular as she was when she was way to the pool, she still was uncer- blers of punch. He was the wallflower
fourteen and not into jurisprudence, tain about going to this party and here and it showed. He wanted to ask
all the while Vixen really wanted to the swimsuit that she was now hav- one of the girls to dance, but shyness
be an architect. ing second thoughts about wearing. got the better of him and his cour-
The brunette vixen saw her I really hope he’ll like me in it, she age quickly dissipated. I never did
reflection in the side mirror. She thought. have luck in the social department,
wore glasses, had braces on her he morosely thought. Why’d I even
teeth since she was eleven, felt very *** come to this stupid party?
plain-looking and a bit on the flat He had just turned his head
side. Mom had told her not to wor- The pool area really did look and saw this canine girl rise up from
ry, that she’ll “glo-up” soon enough, great. It was all festooned in papier- the pool and clamber onto the deck.
get tall and curvy all over and have mâché palm trees, Polynesian statu- She wore a purple hibiscus print
those braces removed and contacts ette carvings, the balloon rainbow tankini top that bared a little torso
in when she turned sixteen, like she half-arching over the pool, the tropi- and a black bikini bottom that com-
did. You’re just one of those late cal floral patio lanterns glowed and plimented her lovely figure, shim-
bloomers, honey, she had said. lit bamboo torches illuminated the mering wet in the torches’ firelight.
Sixteen??? Vixen thought,
horrified that she’ll have to wait that
long. That’s forever!!
“Got everything, Vix?” her
mother asked her, as she approached
the driveway where the kids were
already heading toward Rex’s back-
yard. “Got your phone all charged up
and stuff?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded,
checking her cell to see if Foxx had
texted her, but he hadn’t. “The party
should end around ten, will call you
then to pick me up.”
“Great! And ready to get the
guys hot and bothered?...”
“Mother…” the teen groaned,
rolling her eyes at her mom’s little
sly smirk. They had been shopping
for a swimsuit for the occasion last
weekend after Mom insisted that no
daughter of hers was going to go to
her first teenaged pool party in that
old blue one-piece that was as dull
as dishwater. And Vixen wasn’t im-
pressed with the choices her moth-
er pointed out that were either too
flashy or too revealing, like that red
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Toweling herself off, Foxx noticed back to her duffle bag before Vixen at him with her auburn eyes boring
she had these unbelievably shapely started talking again. “So, enjoying through him that increased his heart
legs – which looked oddly familiar the party?” rate. “Just follow my lead.”
– and seriously stirred up his sens- “It’s….it’s okay. Looks kind “O-o-okay,” Foxx mumbled,
es but couldn’t place her face, until of good.” watching her feet do a basic dance
she looked up after rubbing her hair “Oh come now, we did a pattern, slightly dragging him with
damp and said with a smile: “Hey, great job here, partner! Everything her until he finally got the rhythm,
Foxx!” looks great, including these Tiki god making his nervousness around her
He snapped out of his ogling statues we worked on,” Vixen said, disappear. The night air was warm
revelry. “Huh?” as they stopped by the four statuettes and with the dimmed lighting, the
She slowly trotted towards and tapped the second one on top of evening cast its spell on the dancing
the table and came up to him, mak- its head. “My favorite is this one.” crowd including the two young foxes.
ing him nervous for some reason but Foxx grinned a little. “Yeah,” Rex played two more slow
he still didn’t recognize her. “Foxx, he said, feeling a bit confident now numbers in a row and before Foxx
it’s me…” she smiled again, showing and proud of his work, as much as knew it, Vixen already had her head
off her braces this time. “Vixen.” her appreciation for it. “You really resting on his shoulder and holding
“V-V-Vixen??...” he stam- are a good artist, Foxx,” she compli- him closer. Feeling a rush of anxiety
mered. Foxx couldn’t believe his eyes mented. “Maybe you could be a stage overcoming him, he wondered if he
that his best friend could look this or movie set designer one day.” should break away from her popped
good in a swimsuit. “Thanks. I…I think I’d rath- into his mind. Hearing Vixen let out
“Uh-huh, in the flesh,” she er be a cartoonist,” he blushed. Oh, a small, contented sigh and seeing
giggled, as she twisted her paws up- lordy…please don’t let me puke in her eyes were half-closed, he decided
side-down, making goggles for her front of her now... to go along with it. And besides, he
eyes with her thumbs and second Awww…he’s even cuter and really liked it as much as she did.
fingers mimicking her customary redder when he blushes... When the party ended at ten, Foxx
spectacles. “A girl sure looks differ- A slow song started up. “So,” and Vixen were waiting for their re-
ent without the glasses and ponytail, the swift fox asked, “want to dance?” spective rides. A calm silence hung
huh?” “I…don’t know,” he said over them until he asked her, “So…
“Uh, yeah. Umm…nice tentatively, “I’m…not really good at see you here tomorrow morning for
swimsuit, Vix,” he managed to mus- dancing, Vix.” the cleanup?”
ter up. Oh, yeah. That was a smooth “Hey, I can help,” she said, “For sure, Foxx,” Vixen
opening there, genius. taking Foxx’s right paw. Gently plac- smiled. “Want to go for ice cream af-
“Thanks,” she replied, but ing it on her hip and clasping his oth- ter we’re done?”
felt tingly inside. They walked a little er paw into her own, she looked up “Sure, sounds like fun,” he
replied, giving a little smile back.
Knowing they were standing close
together, Vixen rose up on her toes
and tilted her head to his mouth, her
lips beckoning. Foxx felt the same
feeling as well and he too moved his
muzzle to greet her mouth…
HONK! HONK!
His father’s truck had just
rolled up, knowing that it was time
for him to go. “It’s my dad,” Foxx
sighed, backing off from her now.
“Text you later, Vix. ‘Night.”
“Later,” she said, as he
walked toward the truck and got in.
Waving goodbye as they drove off, he
couldn’t help feeling disappointed in
having his first kiss interrupted like
that.
“So how’d it go, son?” his fa-
ther asked.
“It…was some enchanted
evening, Dad.” Some other time,
man. Some other time...
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Morning of August 25th, 1883 sand and typhoon-swept palm leaves the sun, cool and content with the
– just outside the village of Su- overloading his keen senses. The Ju- very basics, trinkets of porcelain,
mur, western Java, Indonesia kung captain would be back in about glass and metal decorating the wo-
seven days to pick him up. He had ven-reed walls. He thought of pad-
The young explorer Francis very little time to look around and, ding in and perhaps nabbing these
Brushton-Foxworthy was left stood as his inimitable patriarch said “boy, abandoned treasures of shipwrecks
in a Norfolk jacket and his woolen you need to bring Vulpic civility to long past, but there was something
breeches on the rickety jetty, tail ca- those savage tails”. otherworldly about this whole set-
ressed by the warm eastern currents. Paws above, dad, really?! up.
“Paws alive, this is very dif- Francis just wanted to meet Something or someone
ferent to Venice!” them, experience a different culture seemed to surround him. Someone
Indeed it was! His home and perhaps pick up a trinket or two was watching him.
Earth in London – with warm mud along the way. He spun on his footpaws as
walls, worms on demand and, most The beach was empty, left if to catch that someone spying; but
importantly, his heavily pregnant open to the sky and the swash of the there was no one there.
mate - felt like it was a million miles Sunda Strait; but now Francis laid “Over here, my friend!”
away too; but he wasn’t about to let his eyes and nose on a shack in the The voice came from no-
that stop him “growin’ a tail” as his undergrowth that made him wonder where. It was only as he peered over
father put it. With the smell of his whether he was truly alone out here. the rocks and down to the shore that
dad’s insistence in his nose, Fran- He approached it cautiously, sniffing he noticed someone relaxing on what
cis padded down onto the beach to at its primitive interior as he stuck looked like an old wooden crate.
explore. The weather was warm, his head through the makeshift door. They were smoking or drinking
the smells of stagnant seaweed, hot It smelled so familiar. It was out of something... he couldn’t quite make
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it out. “Uh gosh I…” Francis had all because I tricked a farmer into a
“Don’t keep me in suspense, to be brave at some point, “Sure, I swamp at night so I could steal his
boy. Come meet me… know me bet- guess.” chickens. Soooo lame!”
ter.” Rubah rummaged in an He got up, emoting with his
Francis gingerly made his earthenware pot nestled in the sand paws as he did so, protesting his in-
way down to the fox’s side, out in at his footpaws to delicately pinch a nocence in the only way a trickster
the sunshine. He was the young sort, single bean between the sharp claws fox knew.
probably in his thirties with large, on his left paw, before handing it to “Blah blah blah, anyway… I
black-lined ears, a thin muzzle and his new charge. Francis took it and washed ashore here and made my-
deeply maroon fur down to a long tail nibbled nervously. self at home. But the locals though,
with a tip like charred meat… and all “Bleh!” sheesh! They chase me… constantly.”
this bare to the sun, where a pair of “Hahahahaha! A little bitter “Why ever do they do that?”
tan shorts and his tatty beige shirt for you, Fran’?” “Fear, my dear boy. No one
didn’t reach. “You could say that!” He spat dares converse with me for fear
“And you are?” out the fragments of shell and grainy they’ll be… cursed. Wooooooo! He-
“Francis. Francis Brushton- kernel. heheheh!”
Foxworthy. Explorer.” “Heh, where you stayin’, His laughter died slowly as
“Wow, that’s a mawful!” friend?” he desperately tried to take himself
The fox giggled, looking sideward “I uh… I don’t know. I was seriously.
at his company, a sly smile coursing going to trek up to the village and…” “I’m just trying to make-up
his muzzle, paused from supping on “Heh, I wouldn’t do that if I for my wrongs. But my anger does
something that smelled like coffee. were you… not now you’ve met me.” get the better of me. When I was
The boxes he sat on were broken and “Why?” first cursed, I had a halo of fire over
splintered, imprinted with black let- “Oh, paws alive, here we go!” my head. It slipped to my paws and
ters that read ‘V.O.C’. Rubah put his porcelain cup down, hocks to become north, south, east
“I’m Rubah. Rubah Api… and looked up at the youngster, “You and west when I allowed Tambura
professional time-waster.” And out here for stories, boy?” to erupt in eighteen-fifteen.” He pad-
came a paw, Francis shaking ner- “Not really, I…” ded closer, “See? It singes my fur
vously. “Good! Then I’ll keep it from time to time.”
“Can I offer you a snack, short.” Rubah sat up, his tail swish- Francis beheld a close-up of
Francis? Worm, perhaps?” ing around as he did so, the box the fox’s red-black wrists, encircled
“No uh… no thank you.” creaking beneath his weight; and by the finest lithium-like fire. They
“Coconut shavings?” now he was sat staring up at Francis, were just like the ones around his
“Uh, no thanks.” “I was cursed to be one of the Hudoq hocks, a twisted flame surrounding
“Cacao bean?” by Inari. He cast me to the ocean, them like cuffs.
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“Uh, not really.” “I did actually.” Francis window for Earths of all sizes”, had
Rubah just grinned and his turned and saw the eruptions light been a huge success.
eyes glowed red, like the flames from the sky, huge clouds of ash filling Francis was reading a news-
two phosphorous matches caught in the air. His heart sank and his tail paper and drinking his favourite oak-
miniature drinking glasses. drooped instantly. leaf and almond coffee when one of
“Remember… midnight, my He padded out to the deck, the many small articles on the front
friend.” tears brimming in his eyes as his page of the Daily Tail caught his
muzzle was crossed by the unbeliev- nose. Another island, Anak Kraka-
Midnight on August 26th, able fire and fury. Watching the hot toa, had emerged from the same cal-
1883… lava hit the water was simultaneous- dera in the Sunda Strait but two days
ly amazing as it was frightening. earlier.
Sure enough, a Jukung was Francis bounded back in- “Tremendous, what?!” An-
there to take him out to open water; side as the captain put the footpaw other club member came padding
but Francis was just as eager to bring to the pedal and steamed them away over, paws about a whisky tumbler.
Rubah with him as he was to find out as fast as the engines could manage. “Um, yes… indeed so.” He it-
how they knew to fetch him. Luckily, erated intently, a pang of guilt hitting
one of the crew knew broken Eng- Late evening of December 31st, him.
lish; but would only want his com- 1927 - Jamaica Wine House, St “You adventured that far
plicity in a swift exit, later revealing Michael’s Alley, City of London out?”
that they had received a sign from a “Yes, I… I knew someone out
spirit fox “coated in fire” who’d told We skip forward and bring there.”
them to be at the jetty. you to Francis sat at his favourite “Are they well?”
“You have family, sir?” haunt, surrounded by caramel pan- Francis paused, his heart
“Yes, yes I do. My mate is els, greens and the darkness that skipping a beat. He squinted at the
pregnant.” Francis answered pen- foxes were used to the world over. photo and, with a closer look, he
sively, “But what about Rubah Api? By now, he was retired, hav- could make out someone sat on the
You’re just going to leave him to ing not only made it back from In- beach… distinctly cultrate ears, re-
die?” donesia in one piece, but also having laxed footpaws and porcelain cup in-
“Please. Rest.” made his money in stocks - cacao paw.
“You’re not listening to me! and glass, you see! The “Magnificent “I do believe they are.” He
We can’t leave without him!” Brushton-Foxworthy Moon and Sun murmured happily.
The older oarsfox muttered
something, a guttural disagreement
that had his motheaten tail batting
angrily; and that waft of musk made
Francis obey.
“What did he say?” He mur-
mured sheepishly, paws cupped in
his lap.
“He say… devil fox touch
you. No let him here.”
And that was the last he saw
of the beach and of the endless trail
of cracked porcelain, seashells and
palm leaves. Francis had no say. It
was either go with these rag-tag lo-
cals, or forever be abandoned in the
East.
They sailed from the strait
towards a freighter, the SS Paws For
Thought, where Francis clambered
aboard up the rope ladder, full ruck-
sack on his back and his tail trailing,
heavy with salt and sad musk.
“You didn’t have any friends
on Java, did you?” The captain
murmured nervously as he stared
through binoculars at the islands
they were leaving behind.
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He’d been in with Dr. Au- gin’ around with…” And Kit paused, school. This special friend.”
brey Skarl for at least an hour… and cos’ he noticed the young wolf arriv- Pax paused, sitting up slight-
his father was pacing up and down in ing for his shift as intern at the recep- ly on the therapist’s couch, his ears
the waiting room with a permanent tion desk; and their eyes met with a pinning and his muzzle blushing
scowl on his muzzle. shared, awkward exchange of smiles, pink.
“For paws’ sake, Kit, would “Never mind.” “You… you won’t tell any-
you sit your tail down for just one He slumped to a sulk next one, will you?”
second?!” to his long-suffering mate, his dark, “This is just between you
“I don’t like it, love.” He musky tail draped over the right paw- and me, young fox.”
muttered, shaking his head and giv- rest. Kit was yielding his patriarchal “OK, well… his name was
ing off a scent from his tail that said authority over his cub and even his Dean. Man, he was so beautiful. But
nothing more than impatience and mate, paws forbid! And he hated it! my dad, you see… he found out about
intolerance. He grew up in an Earth where the me hangin’ around with him and told
“Uh huh…” Jillian started, dog fox was supreme, and the cubs me I wasn’t ever to do such a thing.”
flicking through her magazine with and vixens obeyed every word and “Was Dean a bad influence
a nonchalant exhaustion that came wag; but the world had changed, and on you, Pax?”
from hearing her mate’s extremely his young cub, Pax, was nearly eigh- “No!” The youngster was
unsocial sentiments twenty-four/ teen and his rebellion had peaked. pretty insistent, to the point of nearly
seven, “…well if you’d let the poor Paws alive, he didn’t want to think of bursting into tears, “I… I just wanted
boy spend some time with his friends him living above ground, exposing a friend and I… I’m tired of living un-
- the ones that he wants to hang out his beautiful pelt to the sun and the derground.”
with, not the ones you’ve ‘pre-ap- musks of those that were grey. “In your home Earth, you
proved’ - then he wouldn’t ‘ave run mean?”
away and he sure as shoot wouldn’t *** “Yeah, I’m… I want to go out
be in there now talkin’ to a shrink!” into the moonlight and the sunshine.
“I just don’t want him han- “Tell me about your friend at Just like Dean and his cool family.”
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“Is that why you ran away?” “Did he tell you why he did love of what’s out there in the oceans.
Pax sighed and closed his that?” But would meeting him again make
eyes, pulling his tail up from dan- “He just said, as a fox, my you want to run away a second time,
gling over the couch’s edge to hold it duty was to the ‘subterranean’, to the Pax?”
nervously in his paws like a sentient land and to a vixen when the time “Well, no, I guess not… as
comfort blanket. came.” long as my da’ will gimme a break
“No.” He murmured in a “So, the pier – where the po- and let me do what I want with who I
sulk. lice found you – it reminds you of the want. I’m not a cub anymore!”
“So why exactly did you run wolf you want to be friends with?” “Legally, you are still a cub,
away, Pax?” “That’s right. I don’t want Pax, and…”
“I wanted what Dean had.” the soil and grit in my fur. I want it to “… foxes aren’t permitted to
He huffed impatiently, “He lived be sand and saltwater and seaweed sail on the oceans without the King’s
above ground and dreamed of goin’ and bits of shells and…” Pax’s voice pawprint and scent, some kinda’ off-
on cruise ships and at sea, cos’ his started breaking, “I guess none of it’s land form or somethin’… yes, I’ve
dad was a Lupic Navy captain. But worth thinkin’ about cos’ I’ll never heard it all before!” Pax got up and
he lost his father when his ship went get to do it.” sat with a growl on the edge of the
down on patrol. Dean said they never “Everything’s possible, couch, paws either side of himself
found him.” young fox. This wolf you knew seems and his head hung, “You sound like
“So, you comforted him to have been the catalyst to a lifelong my dad! Paws alive, I’d rather just
when he was sad?”
“Absolutely. He recovered
real well from it, pro’ly cos’ o’ his
hobbies… building model ships. Sil-
ver and grey ones. He painted one
with our names on it, and said we
should sail away together one day,
cos’ it was what his dad would’ve
wanted.”
“What did your family make
of that?”
“My mum’s always been sup-
portive, but my dad…” And he paused
with closed eyes and a sorrow-damp
twitch to his tail, “My dad has always
wanted me to be a digger or an earth
builder, remain in the Vulpic lands
to tunnel and build bigger and better
homes for foxes. Or something like
that anyway. I get fed up of hearing
it. He never lets me do what I want to
do.”
“You hate your dad for that?”
“I… I guess so. I don’t want
to. I… just… I just wanted to be away
from him for a while, s’all.”
The doc was making notes as
Pax poured his heart out, that young
muzzle trained to the ceiling, tears
starting to roll down his red-furred
cheeks.
“You model-build yourself?”
“Yeah, but I have to keep
everything secret.” Pax sighed and
shrugged, “Last time dad found a
ship I’d built, he stamped on it and
threw it in the bin, tellin’ me that I
wasn’t to ever think of going to sea,
let alone with another male of a ‘grey
persuasion’.”
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sail out to sea and never go home... you?” do they look like?”
I love the light. I don’t want to go to Initially he just sighed, an “He’s smart and has a
ground again.” impatience borne of having been dressed tail, his shorts have an em-
The doc paused. here and done it with the doc many blem on them – it’s my school em-
“Well, what I’m going to do times before; but today, it was clear- blem… Cherry Earth Reds. That’s the
is ask you to relax and close your er for some reason. house me and Dean were in at school.
eyes. Lie back, there’s a good cub.” “I… it’s a… I mean, I’m on Oh and… there’s a surfboard. He’s a
He guided Pax back to the comfort of a tropical island out in the ocean surfer. His fur is wet and… wow, it’s
the lounger. somewhere. It’s real quiet.” so beautifully silver and grey and… I
The youngster huffed and “OK good. Are you alone, can feel the sand between my pads
puffed but obeyed. Pax?” and the water on my tail.”
“Now, let your tail sit still, “I’m not su… wait, no, I… His maw suddenly dropped
let it flop comfortably… and imagine there is someone else. Someone’s and started to tremble.
going to a place where you feel safe callin’ me over.” “He’s s… so… so... l… lonely.”
and happy. Tell me, Pax… where are “OK, well, pad closer… what Aubrey could see Pax was
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starting to cry, so he leant over and as they were stuck smiling at each but for now she turned her attention
snapped his fingers to bring the other, ears pinned in shyness and not to her cub’s new friend.
young fox out of the trance. sure what to say or do. “Now Dean… you’d look af-
“It’s OK, mate, you’re back “Well heh… I uh, I’m glad ter my boy, wouldn’t you?”
with me now.” He murmured with a I saw you today.” Dean coughed to “Yes, ma’am.” Dean stood up
smile, “Our time is at an end for to- compose himself and handed Pax his straight, keeping his tail respectfully
day, but what I’m going to do is write prescription slip. still for his elder.
you a prescription for a low wag and “Me too.” The fox murred, “You’d keep ‘im safe?”
dulled scent. But I encourage you to clasping his paper whilst his eyes “Absolutely!”
talk about your feelings instead of never met Dean’s for fear of blushing “And you’d make sure he
letting your tail droop so badly, OK?” more. came back with plenty of memories?”
“All right.” Pax murmured He turned tail with his mum “Yes ma’am.”
sadly, staring into space with his tail and headed for the door, leaving a She smiled.
still hangin’ lifelessly over the edge of trail of mixed-up scent in his wake… “Well I think that’s a done
the couch. nerves, excitement and sadness. deal.” Her long brush wafted hap-
It had been an abrupt end to “Hey Pax! Wait!” pily, “Dean, you can tell ya’ mum to
the session, but he’d enjoyed seeing The young vulp turned back. scent me when she has the details.
his crush at least once more, even if it He’d secretly hoped to be stopped. And I’ll get the forms filled out and
had been in a dream. He padded out Dean had come ‘round the counter, scented for Pax to be off-land.”
into the reception, back to his moth- his tail wagging at a high hover. “I will, Mrs. Marsh. Thank
er and father who both got to their “Well, s’just that we’re go- you.”
footpaws as they saw him emerge. ing on a cruise for a couple o’ weeks. Pax was just bouncin’, he
But even before either spoke, Wanna’ come with? My older sister could barely contain himself. His tail
his nose hit on something; and sure can’t make it and well... we have a smelled so much better, and his ears
enough, over by the reception desk, spare ticket. I can teach you to surf n’ were perkier… and that smile! Paws
sorting documents and fiddling with stuff, show you all the islands my dad alive! His mum could scarcely be-
the photocopier was a very familiar visited when he was in the Navy.” lieve her nose.
tail. “Oh wow, I… I’d love to!” He waved happily at his
“Dean??” Pax’s four-feet of brush started waft- friend as he turned to leave, follow-
The young wolf turned to ing; he smelled so much sweeter in ing the trail of his disappointed fa-
follow the sound, his thick, velvety that moment. He turned to his moth- ther to their car… but somehow, that
triangle ears following suit, nose er, “Can I, Mum, can I? Pleeeease?” didn’t dispel this feel-good feeling.
snuffling to pick up an unfettered His father had turned away This was the start of some-
happiness. and left in a huff, storming out with a thing very special.
“Pax? Oh, paws above, I strongly-musky negative scent… but
haven’t seen you in months! How are his mother stood solidly behind her
ya’, dude?” boy. Her tail dragged lower thinking
“I’m uh… I’m good.” Pax’s about the fallout tonight at home,
white under-muzzle blushed, his
footpaws pigeoning shyly.
“Awesome, I uh… I was won-
derin’ if I’d made a bad impression
on you or somethin’. I didn’t think…
well I guessed you didn’t like me.”
“No I… I…” And it was then
that Pax noticed his father scowl-
ing at him from across the recep-
tion area, paw on the door handle
and ready to leave. His scent said as
much. Foxes never had to speak. It
was all in the wag of the tail.
“I’m sorry I was so distant n’
stuff. S’just that my dad wouldn’t let
me come over or hang out.”
“Oh uh… god, I… I didn’t
want to cause trouble.”
“Oh no no, you didn’t. It’s
me… it’s totally me.”
There was a nervous pause
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Galen
Logistics
This staff member was too busy to
write a bio.
Genepi
Registration
Likes hugs! <3
GenTalon
Director (Audio/Visual)
Just an otter hoping everyone has
fun.
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A
B A LT I M O R E / / N Y C O N . O RG
O B R O
TICKETS & INF
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theme so much this year! Excited Lifrin Look mom I’m in the con
to be back serving Anthrocon and Logistics book!!!!
guests of all levels for another year in WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW Operations
Pittsburgh. WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW This staff member was too busy to
WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW write a bio.
Kokuei WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW
Artist’s Alley/Con Store WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW Luca Shoal
Kokuei is a yellow/red fire wolf. You WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW Programming
will see him roaming around Artists WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW Luca is a kitsune that cooks for a liv-
Alley/Con Store. However if you re- WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW ing and plays with video game stuff
ally need to find Kuei, an offering of WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW at cons. Please apply pats and food
sushi is sure to summon him. Now WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW or drink at your discretion. Drink
excuse me I must..... Oooo sushi. WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW more water. “IF THE CON BANS ME
*noms* WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW FOR HOLLERING AT THE SUIT-
WOW WOW WOW WOW ERS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK
Kyle Skyrender BACKWARDS INTO HECK!”
Logistics
What’s that up in the air? Is it a bird?
Is it a...oh wait no it is a bird. Why
does it look like it’s going to impale
me on a spike? Why? Because that
is what a shrike does! Don’t worry
though because its just Anthrocon’s
Logistics director having a look over
Anthrocon’s STUFF! Once again this
shrike migrates to Pittsburgh and
with the help of his awesome staff
makes sure the con is set up for YOU!
Just ignore the blood-thirsty look in
his eyes...if you dare!
Laura Pearson
Security
This staff member was too busy to
write a bio.
Lauren Hayden
Operations
Interprefur Extraordinaire
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Lynn Harris ChiROOpractor by trade and love to RPGs, bimeo james, and other non-
Charity take care of my furry friends! See ya sense. Keep a look out for his fursuit
Enjoys furry hugs! all around the con! character, Calias, who is a saber-
tooth, not a sergal, dangit!
Maci Mary Capaldi
Audio/Visual “Moth Monarch” Michael C Garrison
This staff member was too busy to Publications Security
write a bio. Artist responsible for the Friends of This staff member was too busy to
Anthrocon, large format street sig- write a bio.
Makoto nage, and other creative shenanigans
Art Show making AC more colorful and wel- MiltoniusPrime
This staff member was too busy to coming to attendees and the public Programming
write a bio. alike. Raises moths and yells about E|_____________________0_____|
bugs. Subsists primarily on black B|________0_0_0_0_2_2__0_____|
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Marauder coffee. D|_2_2_______________________|
Art Show A|___________________________|
This is Marauder’s 14th Anthro- Matt Wardle E|___________________________|
con and his eighth year on staff. A Programming
black Labrador Retriever dog who Scrapper is a local to Pittsburgh, and mooncat
wouldn’t miss this con for the world, has been attending Anthrocon since Art Show
he was born and raised in southeast 2009. He and his partner ScratchKit- South Jersey resident. Collector of
Oklahoma and graduated from Okla- ty are also avid cosplayers focusing too many things. Gamer. Geek. Who-
homa State University in 2003. He on characters in the gaming fandom. vian. Chelioness, sometimes sabre-
also loves baseball, music, anything toothed. Also very shy. Easily dis-
Sonic the Hedgehog related, and Mel White trac...oooh, shiny!
spends his free time playing at home Security
with his dogs, Taffy and Buddy. He A.K.A. “Mama Mel” - one of the Dor- Morgain Yarn Tiger
also enjoys roleplaying online with sai Irregulars and a regular trouble- Operations
his best friend, Joey Gatorman. maker of many stripes. She’s cur- Morgain is having to take a break
rently working on a new DUNCAN from playing with yarn to help every-
Marc “Capt. Roo” AND MALLORY book. one navigate the con and have fun.
Wartenberg You should give her cookies.
Publications Mercury
This Roo makes his home just out- Operations Nemet
side Philly in NJ. I have been on the This staff member was too busy to Dealers Room
publications team for several years write a bio. Nemet has been across the Pacific,
now and enjoy the work! I am happy but has not surfed upon it.
to be able to give back to the fandom Michael “Lunos” Friesen
by volunteering my time. Feel free Art Show Nepal Plush
to say hi, I won’t bite or kick! I am a Lunos has been attending Anthro- Logistics
con since 2009. He likes art, tropes, Nepal has worked for the con since
2011 in Logistics. When he isn’t busy
with staff duties, he can be seen run-
ning around in the con as a big plush
snow leopard with a green scarf.
Please come up and ask for hugs.
Nicona Shadowwolf
Director (Registration)
Director of Registration going on 4
years now. Attending since 2009,
staff since 2010. Please, send help!
They will not let me go! NO, WAIT! I
am not typing anythuzhfbj k
Oddy
Audio/Visual
I make loud noises and bright lights.
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F R ACT U R ES I N T I ME
Estrel Hotel, Berlin
August 14 – 18, 2019
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Reese
Logistics
This staff member was too busy to
write a bio.
Rene Gobeyn
Security
This is one of those stories that ends
with “Everybody is out of the hospi-
tal, but we need help posting bail.”
Riverton Otter
Artist’s Alley/Con Store
I’m an otter doing what otters do
along the big river in Florida. 14 year
veteran of Anthrocon and I’m glad to
be serving as staff.
Robert “Harbinger”
Palmer
Security
This staff member was too busy to
write a bio.
Robert Earl
Security
This staff member was too busy to
write a bio.
Ronnie
Programming, Logistics,
VIP Relations
Part dragon, Uncle Kage’s handler,
loveable ball o’ fun, and does-all-the-
things. All noodles.
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ming Department attempting to pro- Xacarith leading the fursuit parade banging
vide you, the attendee, with the best Registration, Art Show, on the noisy cymbal every year.
experience possible. If you encounter Artist’s Alley
him in the wild, he accepts cookies as I just help out. Ysera She’nai
bribes. Acting Director (Publications)
XydexxUnicorn Healing valid in the continental
Weisen Charity United States only. Void where pro-
Operations @XydexxUnicorn on Twitter. Be hibited. Some restrictions apply.
Just a cherry red wolf. good, have fun. Standing in fire voids healing war-
ranty.
Witchiebunny Yappy Fox
Dealers Room Programming Zylos
A little purple bunny. Having been to every single Anthro- Audio/Visual
con since #1 in 1997, he has been This staff member was too busy to
write a bio.
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“Where’s the cruise ship, dried meat, electronics and paint to from things, this isn’t exactly what
Cory?” the other side of the world… oh, and I had in mind!” Lee padded around
As they drove closer to the you and me too!” to the boot of the car and unloaded
dock, Lee became all the more insis- Cory’s giggled end to that their two suitcases, his golden eyes
tent. sentence was not met with equal en- wide and lingering with dread on the
“Where is it, Cory? All I see thusiasm by Lee who was stuck in a paint-peeled, cold and skyscraper-
are like, industrial boats and tank- consternated stare out the front of high hull of their quote-unquote
ers.” their car, his jaw dropping and his ‘cruise ship’.
Still his boyfriend didn’t re- ears pinning in disbelief. But Cory was already bound-
veal the surprise. “A month of just you, me ing over to the huge ropes and chains
“Paws alive, Cory, where’s and the sea!” The fox got out and that held the container ship steady
the ship?” breathed deep, inhaling stale airs of whilst in port, marveling at its size
The fox finally parked the brine, dead fish and rusting iron, his and waving like a schoolcub at the
car in some shabby lookin’ car park eyes keen and excited on the huge workers already aboard.
about a stone’s throw from the roots ship before them. “This is such an old man
of the breakwaters, the offices, jetties “A month?! On that?” thing to do… paws alive!” The Al-
and hulkin’ great container ships. He “Yep. Well, once we get to satian huffed exhaustedly, “It’s like
relaxed in his seat and pointed a paw New Zealand, we’ll have more time we’re train spotters or something.
forward. on land, before we fly back.” You really weren’t kiddin’ when you
“There she is!” He beamed “Paws alive, baby, wh… said you loved boats.”
proudly, “The VSC Caudate taking when I said I wanted to get away “This isn’t a boat, sweetie,
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it’s a ship and...” Cory turned tail boyfriend had wanted to hear. He local supermarket with a tail full of
and was faced with his boyfriend’s still smelled real ticked-off too. dreams. He simply wanted to have
less-than-impressed muzzle; his tail “But hey…” Cory bounded fun with his life, explore the vast
drooped and his ears pinned as he over the first deck, his ‘long-suffer- oceans and the swathe of Vulpinity
padded solemnly with him towards ing’ mate trailing with the two cases across the globe.
the rope walk. “I’ll… I’ll uh, shut up in paw, “…we still get our own pri- Cory craved to smell differ-
now.” vate cube, like a self-sufficient con- ent musks, eat different meats and
There was an instant droop tainer with tail washer, shower and worms, and feel the wags of a mil-
in poor Cory’s tail, realizing that this a bed – plus one of the containers lion cosmopolitan tails as they went
‘surprise’ wasn’t exactly being met has supplies for tourists and crew – about their everyday lives. Foreign
with as much enthusiasm as he’d jerky, smoked meats, grasses, dried was fun for Cory. Lee on the other
hoped. He felt the rich, angry waft bugs, salted chocolate.” paw just wanted to let his fur down.
of his boyfriend’s scent strike at his Cory was trying his best to He had plenty of challenges at work…
very heart. perk-up his mate as they got settled; he didn’t need them on holiday.
“I uh… I did it all for you, ya’ but nothing seemed to work. “How many tourists are
know.” He murmured shyly as they “I feel like a part of some gi- there?” Everything was now punctu-
made their way up the ‘walk’, thor- ant tetris game!” Lee exclaimed as he ated with a heavy sigh.
oughly chastised by nothing more was met with endless walls of con- Cory sheepishly showed him
than olfaction. “I know you wanted tainers as far as the eye could see and the two digits of his right paw.
to see the world.” the nose could smell. “Seriously?! It’s just you
“Right… but slummin’ it His boyfriend managed to and me and these… these… blue-tail
wasn’t exactly how I wanted to do it.” chuckle at the observation, but it was workers?”
“You’re mad at me.” The fox obvious that Lee still wasn’t in the “Oh come on, try and relax
replied, his ears pinned and guilty. mood! The gruff and no-nonsense and have some fun.”
“I’m…” Lee sighed deeply to Alsatian owned a security company Another sigh was Cory’s re-
punctuate his chagrin. “I’m not mad and was looking to get away from the sponse as they climbed another set of
at you, Cory, I… look, let’s just get darkness, the industrial and the clin- rusty stairs to their cosy ‘cabin’. Only
onboard and get this over with.” ical for a few weeks. His boyfriend of time would tell how much of a pain
That wasn’t exactly what his three years, Cory, was a bagger at the in the tail Lee was going to become.
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“But I still get to lech, right?” in together yet, so Cory was loving
*** Cory nudged him again. being away from his dark and dank
Raised eyebrows and a dis- home earth… to be above ground for
As they got going, the sun tinctly perturbed, annoyed tail scent weeks on end was wonderful. Lee on
soon made the vast two-tone blue was all he got in reply. the other paw had a terranean ter-
a little more tolerable – it was gor- “Paws above… whatever, race in a southern city of the wol-
geous on tired fur and footpaws. Lee! Be miserable!” The fox put his ven homeland… but paws alive, he’d
“We’re moving?” Lee hesi- paws up in ‘surrender’ and huffed wanted away from the hustle and the
tated, his muzzle snuffling nervously with an upsetting break in his voice, bustle, the endless sea of workers
and his paws gripping the railing that before turning tail to pad up to their and sweat. This wasn’t exactly para-
ran the length of the ship on port and cube to change. dise for him right now!
starboard, “This is gonna’ take for- Much to Lee’s consternation,
ever.” Cory had already been buggin’ some ***
And there was another sigh! of the workers on their breaks as they
“But you’re with me.” Cory sat on the tops of the containers at It took all of those first three
murred, nuzzling his mate’s ruff and the very head of the ship. He’d ask weeks at sea for Lee to finally mel-
cuddling his left forepaw. about the effects of salt on their pelts low; maybe it was because he had
Lee was kinda’ non-plussed and tails, amongst other nonsensical little choice but to do precisely that.
by it all. He was still mad… and Cory things. Most found Cory curious… Cory preferred to see it as his boy-
knew it. others, a little irritating. Neverthe- friend was finally ready to enjoy
“Well…” The fox started, less, these were paying customers himself. The Alsatian could be seen
“I’m gonna take a jog around the who were here for the duration; so, chillin’ and listening to an old CD
ship, get some sun on my fur and frustration or not, the crew behaved player he had brought with him, all
watch these hawt hunks of mid- themselves and indulged the curios- whilst lying in the sun atop their own
shipfoxes go about their duty.” ity of their guests. personal container. The corrugat-
“That would be a military This semi-domestic arrange- ed surface and the smells of flaked
designation, darling. These are just ment for these guests – especially for paint, crusty rust and seawater lulled
crew.” Lee replied with a conceited so long – was a new concept to the him to a snooze in the glorious un-
frown. couple after all. They hadn’t moved interrupted sunshine of mid-Pacific.
He had wondered why Cory had de-
terred him from bringing his iPaw.
Duh! No paws-damned internet out
here. ‘Course there wasn’t!
It wasn’t until they were out
in the centre of this vast puddle, that
– in the lulls between storms through
which they’d passed – he realized
how much of the night sky he could
see from the ship. It made so much
of a change from work, where he only
ever stared up into a vast melamine
orange, swathes of light pollution
from cities and towns that drowned
out galaxies and edges so distant it
was tail-boggling.
After a brief dinner of steak,
beef broth and sashimi worms, he ac-
tually initiated the moonlit walk with
Cory. The young fox – who wasn’t
the passive- aggressive type no mat-
ter the arguments they’d had prior
- thought his boyfriend may have
had a sudden onset of fever, jokingly
taking his temperature by pressing a
paw to his forehead.
“Nope, wow… it really is you
suggesting this!” He giggled, before
taking the Alsatian’s strong, tan-gold
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paw and padding away with him to drinking glass. There were also smart Striking windblown fur
the deck. ocean chalets in the distance, fingers and sand-coarsed pelts became like
In the heat of the night, they of jetties and boardwalks reaching smudges of polychrome oil paint
padded along the outer deck, looking into the blue. against the ever-blue sky, life that
up to see the stars and the crossing of “Say uh… that looks like had both substance and the musky
transpacific flights. fun.” Lee murmured, grabbing his smell of contented tail.
“Heh…” Lee paused and boyfriend’s attention and pointing “Paws alive I feel like I’m
‘spoke’ to the skies, “I bet you guys out over the ocean, his tail wagging cheatin’ on you by watchin’ all this!”
have at-seat service, dry pawpads excitedly, “Are we stoppin’ anytime Lee laughed, coming back by his
and a whole bunch o’ cool stuff to soon?” mate’s side and taking his paw firm-
watch!” “French Polynesia I think, ly, those golden eyes chasing after
“But isn’t this cool?” Cory hon’… about two-thirds o’the way swiftly disappearing, semi-friends
murred, snuffling his muzzle be- across. We can’t be more than a day who were already tail-deep in the
neath Lee’s. or two away.” swash and ready to dive.
The gruff dawg was kind of Sure enough, the massive “Are you kiddin’, I’ve been
caught off-guard; but he broke into VSC Caudate docked at Pape’ete on checkin’ out the tail ever since we left
a smile, swathes of char-black and the island of Tahiti, Lee and Cory L.A.”
straw-tan glistening as his maw ac- having the opportunity to disembark And it was then that the Al-
tually tore to happiness. It was a mir- and – once they were away from satian finally cracked a proper smile.
acle! the grubby quay – pad along the “Hey, Corz?”
“I have to admit… this is pretty awe- white sands and beneath the beau- “Hm?”
some.” He murred, putting a paw tifully picture-postcard palm trees. “Thank you for suggesting
around Cory’s slender shoulders, They’d leave for Auckland in another this and… like, gettin’ it all arranged
his tail batting then curling lovingly twenty-four hours, and this was long n’ stuff.”
around the fox’s musky brush. enough for the pair to see the hustle “No problem, honey tail!”
and bustle of young tail enjoying the Cory nuzzled his boyfriend’s sun-
*** sunshine and the surf. Groups of warmed ruff, fragrant with woods,
swimsuit-clad foxes and wolves were sweat, clay and salt, “Besides, I knew
They began to pass some dashing past to dive into the waves, you’d warm up once we did some-
of the atolls, including Tikehau and boards at the ready. thing real… s’pacific! Get it? Get it?”
Rangiroa, surfers out on the wave “Salut!” came the call as Lee The dog just shook his head
crests like struck, smudged red and and Cory parted to make way for a with a laugh and held his boyfriend’s
black paint on the surface of a huge lagging ‘yote and his dalmatian pal. paw tighter.
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