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For once Tucker’s up early by his own choice -instead of because someone else was demanding he got because of school or because ‘we’re visiting your grandma’ or because there was some were-related mess to clean up- and why was that? Because it was officially con day of course!
Was he gonna come out of it with a hole in his wallet (Sam’s wallet actually but shhhh she doesn’t need to know that he swiped some cash) and con crud (meaning Danny was also gonna get con crud), yes, yes he was. Worth it. Especially because this year he actually had a fursuit head to show off, built it himself too, or the electronic parts anyway. Protogen was definitely very him coded, literally coded.
Tucker shaking his head, “Danny’s rubbing off on me, geez”. At least Sam did all the fur sewing stuff… in return for him getting her one of those giant realistic bug bags (which he was buying with her money, so jokes on her) so she could gross out the A-list girls with it; especially because there was a dealers den shop that apparently sold a really realistic hornet one and Brittney was terrified of hornets. Danny wasn’t impressed but Sam didn’t care and frankly neither did Tucker. Brittney had shot him down, like, so many times; horse girls were so picky!
Tucker finishing stuffing snacks into his bag -con food was overpriced- when he hears the sounds of claws scratching his window, speaking without having to bother looking, “Danny dude, if you’re about to drop some ‘we’ve got a problem’ news on me I’m gonna be so pissed”.
Danny chuckling as he crawls in through the window, “naw, Tuck. I just kinda figured that since your ass is gonna get me sick anyways, that I might as well get something outta it and join your furry ass”. Tucker eyeing him and chuckling as the guys hands melt from black fur and claws back to human hands. “I don’t have that weird furry hatred that everyone else seems to have”.
“Dude, you know why most folks here don’t like furries”. Heck, Tucker himself liked furries mostly because he found weres hot, but also ‘cause he was basically the only person in this town that actually liked and owned the whole ‘were-creatures’ thing. Plus, he looked way better as an otter anyways. And what’s wrong with a panda who has some nice jugs? Everyone else always went on about how furries were ‘wannabes’ and that being ‘jealous’ of something ‘awful’ was ‘bigoted’ (a massive stretch) or ‘insane’.
Danny waves him off, “yeah yeah yeah”, air quoting, “I’ll never get it because I’m an outsider. A hunters son could never understand. Blah blah blah”.
“And the fact that you have self control”.
“Yeah but the masses don’t exactly know that part applies to Danny Fenton”.
Tucker rolls his eyes, grabbing up his bag, “well I’ve already figured out what panels I wanna go to so guess I’ll just shoot you the link-”
“I think I get shot enough as it is”. Tucker absolutely glares at Danny’s dumbass smirk, still sending the guy the link though because he’s not a dick; unlike Danny and his endless painful jokes. Will the world ever spare him? Danny shrugging at him, “hey you’re the one who said ‘shot’ not me”.
Tucker rolling his eyes, “oh you suck, come on. I’m driving for obvious reasons”, and turns to head out; Danny was a Fenton and drove like one, aka like rules didn’t exist and like he did not fear death. Danny following along with his hands in his pockets.
By the time they get to the hotel hosting the con, parked, worked their way through the registration line (at least the prices hadn’t gone up!), and figured out where the hotels restaurant was (Tucker was definitely getting a fully loaded bacon wrapped sausage dog bowl, he’d even get a free dog bowl out of it!); they’d just barely managed to make it to opening ceremonies.
“We are absolutely thrilled to have you all here with us today, whether this is your first time or your tenth time at a furry con. This event is all about celebrating the magic of community, creativity, and the endless love we have for our furry identities; our fur-dentities if you will-”.
Danny snickers and Tucker absolutely kicks him one.
“-So, whether you’re a snep, wolf, dragon, sergal, or quirky hybrid; we’re glad to have you! Over the next four days, we’ve made a packed lineup filled with amazing panels, meet-ups, Friday and Saturday dog dances featuring special guest artists, and of course the dance competition and talent show; but don’t forget to check out the charity auction at the end to help support our wonderful charity! You’ll find information all about them on the second page of your con books, pick one up free at registration if you haven’t already!-”.
Tucker obviously already had, the things were packed with art and, of course, dining options.
“-Now, I know some of you might be here with your paws in the air, ready to pounce into the festivities, while others might be looking for a quieter corner to chill. The headless lounge will be open from seven am to one pm, whenever you need to rest those paws and brush those tails! As well, our wonderful hotel has many soft large chairs and couches located through out the building on every floor, just try not have any cat naps in them!-”.
Danny nudging Tucker, whispering, “you never said furries loved puns and word play”.
Of course Tucker didn’t! Why would he! Danny was bad enough as it was! “Gee I wonder why”. Danny just pouts at him. Why did it feel like Danny was going to make this event a wee bit harder to enjoy… this was his con goddamnit.
“-Now for those of you who’ve never experienced an event like this before, please attend our first panel of the con, My First Furry Con! Where you’ll learn all the ins and outs, as well as a more in-depth look at our code of conduct; plus you’ll get a free fancy pin to show off! Then after that, check out our many other paw-some panels or the dealers den for gifts, premade fursuits, art, maybe even get a commission or two or ten! However, please keep in mind that the dealers den will be closed during the fursuit parade and the dance competition; to allow everyone to enjoy our two most popular events!“
Tucker grins to himself a little, yeah the dance competition was always really awesome, especially the ones that picked sexy music to dance to like that blue cat girl last year; he’s pretty sure that one even went by Sexy, which was a bit weird even to him. Who name’s their sona that? Byte’s a way better name if he says so himself, which of course it was, he came up with that one. ‘Byte’ because he ‘bites’ meat and because it’s a giga-byte. He will absolutely not admit it was also slightly because Danny, his damn best friend even when he’s annoying, liked word play…. Nope, definitely never telling anyone that.
“-Now before we dive in, let’s take a moment to thank the incredible team behind this con; our lovely volunteers and our host hotel! It’s their hard work and dedication that bring us all together in this space. To the volunteers, staff, and everyone who made this possible; thank you for everything you do!-”.
If Tucker remembers right, this con made the hotel more money than the football game did last yeah. Which of course it did, furries were waaaaay better than jerks who play with balls all day. Plus, everyone and their mothers knows these days, that furrows make bank. Gotta have money to afford the custom suits after all; man does Tucker wish he had money money.
“-And now, it’s time to officially kick off the con! So get those tails wagging and keep those ears perked, have fun everyone!”.
Tucker sighing a little when Danny leans over his shoulder to stare at the con-book, “you didn’t even look at the link I sent you, did you?”.
“Nope!”.
Well… at least protogen fursuit heads have way better visibility than most, meaning he can actually read the con-book without having to play a game of ‘tilt the head just right’ or open up the mouth. “Well congrats, you’re coming with me to rank those sports mascots, in the rosewood room, doesn’t start for a decent bit yet but eh, early seats am I right?”; sadly the rosewood room was an entire floor down, that was one thing he hated about cons, too much walking and too much exercise.
“Seriously? A sport mascot panel?”.
Tucker sticking his protogen’s nose up in the air, “hey if I wasn’t still a minor, we’d be going to how to flirt with furries”.
“Oh ancients”; Danny actually shoves him one for that. Which rude! Tucker would love to know how to hook up at a furcon… plus it was supposed to be satire anyways.
Of course when they get there they both jerk to a stop, Tucker’s honestly a bit pissed actually. What the zone was a jock doing here at his furry con?!?!? Tucker barely paying attention to Danny just making faces and wild hand gestures, Tucker eyeing the jock, “what the Zone, Kwan? I wouldn’t think a jock would be here with all us nerds and geeks”. Seriously, jocks bullied furries half the freaking time! Was this like Dash and his weird hidden secret collection of teddy bears that Danny had told him about?
Kwan snaps his head to them and goes wide-eyed instantly, guess the jock didn’t expect to see or hear someone he knew here, which maybe makes sense… or not! Tucker is actively open about him being a furry and shit! What? Do people just think he’s kidding when he said weres were hot? When he said She-wolf was hot? Ugh. Was it just because of the whole ‘weres don’t like being weres and don’t like weres over all’ thing? Because that was stupid! He rocked his ottery self, it was even part of his fursona because otters were awesome just like Tucker was awesome. Plus he was a sea otter and sea otters ate a lot of meat and meat was super awesome. Or did everyone just think he was being stupid or ignoring him, ugh, ignoring his greatness.
Then Danny opens his stupid mouth, “Kwan Bomb! Why you bombing a furry con? Especially with, you know-”, Danny gesturing around wildly, “-anti-wannabe’s thingy or whatever”.
Tucker turning his head at Danny, “really dude?”. Danny just shrugging back, utterly unapologetic. Tucker shaking his head at the guy before grabbing his arm and grabbing seats. Tucker leaning his arms on the back of a chair, “come on Kwan man? It’s not like anyone’s gonna believe either of our stories or whatever”, pointing a thumb at Danny, “jokester”, pointing at his own face/the fursuit head, “open furry that apparently everyone ignores”, muttering to himself, “jerks”.
Danny sticking up a finger, “I, for one, am generally glad for that”.
“That’s because if everyone thought you believed the crap you say, you’d wind up in a mental asylum”; Tucker shuddering slightly, zone he really does hate anything remotely like a hospital.
One of the other, clearly older, people who looks to be hosting nudges Kwan to go over, getting Kwan to finally shake himself off and walk over to the two ‘weirdos’. Kwan scratching his head, “okay look, the A-listers majorly super hate furries so yeah, shut up about this yeah?”, shrugging awkwardly, “I know your trio weirdos are kinda ‘ight but still, ya know?”.
Tucker rolls his eyes, not that the dude can tell, “I’d say screw what they think and own it but whatever”. Danny nodding in agreement, “and I still think the furry hate’s dumb, but hey what do I know right?”.
Kwan does chuckle at Danny, because of course people pay attention to Danny first before him, before Tucker. Kwan shrugging at Tucker second, “man, you have the guts and lack of care to ask out literally every girl in school, except Sam and most of the teachers. I definitely don’t”.
Tucker sticking his suit head up in the air, “I am above such weakness”, nodding curtly, “anything for the ladies”. He absolutely ignores both of them cringing slightly; them not appreciating women properly isn’t his problem.
Kwan shaking his head, “you are right though, I guess? No one takes any of you guys seriously”. Both Danny and Tucker glare a little while Kwan continues, “so maybe I just, never really got the point of ignoring the meerkat within”, holding up a finger, “we try to be hide ourselves, like a goldfish in air. But really, we’re just socks without a pair. But without out our whole selves, a mess of tangled hair. A half-eaten pizza, so why should we care?”.
Oh not that poetry stuff again, eugh, Tucker giving a very awkward, “that’s great”, before cringing a little while Danny had full pulled a dramatic disturbed face. Tucker swallowing, “but Kwan, my man, I feel ya, I feel ya”, patting a hand on Kwan’s shoulder, “I’m a proud otter!”.
An adult co-host giving a little, “woo!”, cheer in the background. Obviously misunderstanding this convo but whatever, Tucker doesn’t need anyone to understand him or his conversations.
Kwan chuckling awkwardly, “coming from you, that’s not a compliment, man”. How dare! Kwan shrugging, “but I guess it’s cool that someone from our grade is cool with furries, surprised by the protogen though! Why not otter?”.
Tucker putting a hand to his chest, “I am an otter too, hybrid”.
Kwan looking expectantly at Danny who just shrugs, “I’m here for the funsies. But if I was into this I’d totally take badger”, and chuckles to himself. How Danny kept his secret Tucker doesn’t know half the time…. Sure everyone at school is obviously dumber than Tucker himself but come on. The guy picks his lock open with a claw instead of memorizing the combination! He literally growls at people!
Kwan blinking, “doesn’t the mayor call you little badger constantly? Why own what’s, like, definitely supposed to be an insult”.
“Because Vlad can kick rocks and get fucked by a douche canoe”. Obviously that wasn’t actually why but only Tucker and Danny knew that.
Tucker pipping back up before Danny can take over the conversation with his weird uncle/nephew/arch enemies relationship with Vlad. “So you staying here? I’d never waste cash like that but whatever”.
Kwan scratching his head again, “yeah, man, used the excuse of a trip with the uncle. I’m guessing you drove, not Danny”.
Danny pouting, “why does everyone rag on my driving”; which both Tucker and Kwan glare at him for, obvious answer was obvious. But then Danny kicks Tucker one in the leg, the subtle ‘I’m trying to tell you something’ kind. Which means what it always meant. Ugh. And since Tucker is the furry, and the known were, here that makes bring up that subject up to him. This so shouldn’t be his problem? Why does an A-lister being a dumbass have to be his problem? Danny and his stupid ‘I can smell when it’s that time of the month for weres’ crap. What moron goes to and actively stays at a con when they know they’re going to change at night and lose control??? Fucking A-listers. Danny kicks him again… why does Danny have to be so damn moral and responsible. Ugh.
So Tucker raises an unseeable eyebrow, “aint it dumb to do that? Haven’t heard about no meerkat vs Phantom badger fights lately”.
The guy winces, goddamn it, eyes Danny -who dutifully starts pretending the ceiling is very interesting, man did he ever suck at acting- “it’s fine I’m prepared”.
Tucker rolling his eyes, “yeah sure whatever you say, dude. We’re totally crashing your hotel room though”.
“I didn’t invite you”.
Tucker smirking, eyeing his pda, “your in room B67”. Danny putting his head down on a chair back and laughing to himself while Kwan makes a face, “creepy”, shaking his head, “but fine I guess I can spot you a, uh, drink or something in return for your silence”.
“Nice”.
An adult co-presenter clearing his throat, “bout time to start, everyone else is showing up”. Kwan basically flees from Tucker and Danny immediately, making both of them laugh mockingly at him.
And a couple of minutes later, as the room files out and people take their seats, the presentation starts… with Kwan clearly trying to pretend he doesn’t know either Danny or Tucker the entire time while they basically heckle him occasionally.
Fin the whale from the Vancouver Canucks ends up being mass voted the best, and Spartacat from the Ottawa senators is firmly the worst; some people tried to get King Baby Cakes from the New Orleans Pelicans added to the list but most agreed that that… just was not a furry.
Kwan sighing a little awkwardly as he lets them in his room, ignoring Tucker’s offer to just hack it (talk about a way to ruin Tucker’s fun) while Tucker takes off his fursuit head and lays it by the door. Kwan eyeing the two other boys, “please don’t ask to crash illegally”. Danny snickers almost meanly at him; but takes the offered beer, not questioning how the guy got ‘em.
Tucker would so not want to share a room with some jock, now if Kwan were a girl…. Heh, that’d be totally different. Tucker rolling his eyes, “yeah yeah, whatever, we aren’t sticking around”, and following after the jock -because Danny would get on his case if he didn’t- to look at the restraints set up the guy was going with.
Kwan opening the bag awkwardly, scratching his head and glancing around, pointing at a couch, “and that couch has, uh, hoop stuff on it, didn’t ask why, and seems to be bolted to the floor so uh”, and eyes Danny, “uh, I might be cool and all with the way I am, ah, but no one really likes talking about this kinda stuff around non-weres you know?”.
What the guy had wasn’t bad but Tucker will take making Danny deal with his outta control ass over being strapped up in a non-sexy way. Tucker snorting, “dude do you think me and Sam don’t talk to him about that shit? Besides-”, Tucker waves at Danny dismissively, “-he totally has a thing for legs, if you know what I mean”.
Kwan blushes a little, obviously getting it because Sam was a spider. While Danny’s face turns very red, “Tuck! No I do not!”. Tucker gives him a very judgy eyebrow, because the guy very obviously did. “I don’t!”. Tucker just snickers at him this time; how Danny-dude could be so damn clueless amazes him sometimes.
But hey! Kwan chuckles so whatever. Tucker eyeing the couch, “you should totally clean that couch first though, heh heh, the things a bolted down couch with steel hoops must have seen”; Danny immediately whacks him one over the head. “Ow! Dude!”.
“You’re disgusting, Tuck”. Kwan actually nodding along, jerks.
Though, ugh, Kwan wasn’t exactly a small guy, what with him wasting so much time on lame things like sports. And Danny, stupid responsible Danny, would feel bad if he ‘broke out’ and the hotel had to suddenly deal with a buff were-meerkat on the loose. If it was up to Tucker, he’d just let the guy fuck around and find out on his own, it would make for a great con story. Who cares if it would make the weird dumb divide between furries and weres deeper, he’ll just agree with whatever side benefits him the most at the time. So either Danny’s gonna have to hide ominously in the hallway, he will so totally get caught even if he could possibly just pass his badger self off as a really realistic fursuit, or Danny can be a man and tell someone for a change. Tucker nudging the couch with a foot, “betcha these weren’t made for any kind of real struggle though, since someone like our lovely mayor would sue if they got stuck in this”.
Danny grumbling, “I did not need that mental image, Tuck. Ew”; but then he frowns, hopefully, getting what Tucker’s getting at. Sometimes he didn’t, because again, dense. While Kwan cringes before taking a sip of his own beer awkwardly and picking at the label a bit.
Danny groaning dramatically after a bit and just flopping to lay back on the ground, “ugh! Why does life do me like this?”.
Tucker smirks, “you’re the one who decided to scale my house and tag along”. Kwan shaking his head, “how do you manage to act more like an animal than the rest of the town?”; Tucker actually laughs about that.
Danny grumbling to himself, “oh fuck it, it’s not like I’m really trying to hide anymore”, before pushing himself up onto his elbows, “yeah, about that…”.
Tucker putting a hand to his head and laughing, Danny and his stupid timing. Though the guy was right about the really not hiding anymore thing. They’re all seventeen now and all kinda tired of it, especially because it was ridiculous that no one had found out yet except a girl who literally lived with Danny! And they all had all Danny’s outs planned in case stuff went bad with his hunter parents, but Mr. and Mrs. Fenton were way better about the were hate now. Which was cool, ‘cause Danny parents were pretty cool outside of that little thing. And Kwan was okay for a jock, when he wasn’t being all buddy buddy with Dash anyways.
Kwan blinking, “why do I feel like this conversation is about to get more than one beer deep”.
And because Tucker knows Danny, he knows Danny just going to bombshell this guy. Soooo. “Danny’s a were”.
“I’m a were. Surprise?”, Danny does jazz hands then glares at Tucker, “Tuck!”.
Tucker rooking his eyes and crossing his arms at Danny, “what? You were gonna do it anyway”.
“Ya! But- you- goddamn it!”.
Tucker snorting and laughing a little is all it takes to get Danny laughing too. This was one thing he did love about Danny, dude did not hold grudges -unless your name started with ‘V’ and ended with ‘lad’- and wasn’t super serious. Dealing with his ‘heroic’ complex would be such a pain if he was all super serious about it.
Meanwhile, Kwan stares like he’s got a loading screen above his head, before gesturing at Danny wildly, splashing some beer on him. Danny muttering at his shirt, “thanks man, like my clothing doesn’t get wrecked enough. Gee”.
“What do you when you’re a were! Since when! How even?!”, Kwan looks down at the floor, “I’m so confused”, eyes his beer, downs the rest, and finally joins Danny and Tucker on the floor, “what, man? Really how? Aren’t the Fenton’s, you know, fully human and shit? Did you somehow actually run into a cursed were or something?”, then going a little wide-eyed, “oh geez your parents are hunters”, going slightly more wide-eyed, “is that why they moved here to research a cure or whatever? That’s really fucked up, man”. Kwan blinks a little before getting right back up, grabbing three more beers, and coming back.
Danny snorting, rolling his eyes but taking the new beer, “they don’t actually know and probably never will”.
“What”.
Tucker giving Danny a bit of a sad look, Danny had way less faith in his own parents than everyone else did. Even Vlad had more faith in them, Mr. Fenton included, than Danny did. Kinda sad, but it was their own fault. Tucker taking his own second beer and looking back to the jock, “basically, Kwan dude, the Fenton’s did actually find a cure, just more of a self control cure”.
Danny holding up a finger, “and it only works on non-weres by just fucking making them weres just with self control”.
Kwan blinks harshly, “what”, then cracks his beer and takes what’s more of a gulp than a sip. Eyeing Danny, “your parents… are insane”.
Danny snickers, “we been knew”; making Tucker sigh a little. Danny taking a sip, “and since I decidedly did not tell hunters-”, doing jazz hands, “-‘hey I’m the thing you hunt’-”, dropping his hands and shrugging, “-they thought it was a total dud”.
Tucker nodding a little, “a rare moment of self preservation”; which Danny shoves him one for.
Kwan blinks, eyes his bottle, then Danny, “could it? could it have worked? On actual weres?”.
Tucker and Danny both wincing, because of course he’d want to know that. Tucker and even Sam, who didn’t really care about ‘going wild’ a few nights a month, wanted to know that. They’d all made a point to put in effort to find that out, even Tucker had pulled his weight with that and he never did that for anything that didn’t involve either hacking or new tech or sweet sweet glorious meat.
Danny shakes his head, “we, by ‘we’ I mean me, Tucker, Sam, Jazz, and good ol’ Vladdie, have all tried to get their contraption to work, no luck”, waving a hand around limply, “it will not work period if there’s any already present non-human dna. Stupid. Very stupid”, snorting, “don’t know how they fucked it up that badly, outside of them making silver a necessary conductor element, which was just dumb but it doesn’t work without it”.
Kwan sags a little, “bummer”, then blinks and goes wide-eyed again, “wait is this why the mayor calls you ‘little badger’! Are you a badger!?!”, then cringing deeply, “shit man, sorry. Not supposed to ask that”.
Danny waves him off, because of course he does, because Danny has never once cared about that. Took Tucker a while to get used to that fact, but hey! Tucker’s even more cool with the were-otter thing now than he was before, so it’s a win-win in his books. Danny grinning at the jock, “man, I do not care. I don’t have the weird ingrained shame all of y’all have, outsider right? Plus I’ve never had to deal with control issues, so not like I can relate to that shit”, chuckling, “but yes, that’s why Vladdie calls me that. And why he vague threatens me with badger corpse’s, corpses that I have never and will never ask where he gets them from”.
“He does what?”.
Danny blinking, “does no one notice there’s just occasionally a badger corpse nailed to my window frame?”. Kwan looks completely horrified. Danny looking to Tucker, “you’d think for a town that constantly has weres on the loose picking fights and breaking shit at night, they’d pay more attention”. Tucker just gives him a very mock comforting shoulder pat, which the guy glares at him for.
Kwan then goes completely still and looses his grip on his beer, “wait”; Danny catches the beer at least.
Tucker and Danny both grin widely, knowing exactly what the jock just figured out. After all, there was only one known badger in Amity and Danny was a badger.
“Holy shit you’re the Phantom Badger!”.
And both Tucker and Danny dissolve into laughing fits. Man this was good! Danny wheezing before doing finger snaps and finger guns, “praise your protector”, shaking his head and laughing a little, “please don’t actually though”.
Tucker shoving him, “hey people should, dude!”; like really, he never got why Danny didn’t revel in that. The fan girls, the ‘can we get your autograph’s, the cheering; Tucker would love that shit… so long as it did not come with his mind getting messed with again. Ugh.
Danny glares at him, “no”, before looking back to Kwan, “but yeah, surprise! Do not tell anyone that, for the love of everything man”, Danny rubbing his neck, “only told you cause, you know, I deal with Sam and Tuck here, when it’s their time of the month, and I’m not enough of a dick to say no to just, you know-”, shrugging, “-doing the same for you?”.
Kwan is staring like Danny grew a third head, granted people did that a lot to the entire trio. Which was half of why those two made suitable friends for Tucker; ‘normal’ people always got on his case and he was so not dealing with that just to ‘have some friends, young man’. Ugh. Kwan blinking after a bit, “I uh, um, I don’t, like, uh, actually, you know, know, how you, er, do that, though…”.
Tucker can’t help but chuckle at that, taking another sip, everyone always threw around questions on how the hell the ‘Phantom Badger’ was able to mostly easily subdue and beat the shit outta or ‘discourage’ all the other weres. Some thought it was a weird alpha thing, even though alphas weren’t even a thing; pack leads sure but that wasn’t biologically, or whatever, ingrained. Some thought it was just because he had self control and thus could think clearer, and without being bound to instincts. Some thought it was some kind of special version of a cursed were. No one was right obviously, since the real answer was actually pretty insane and even he thought it shouldn’t really work, or that it should at least hurt Danny dude too; glad it didn’t though. Danny being in pain all the time would make him a lot less fun to hang out with.
Danny nods, “yeah I get that. I have absolutely heard all the wild theories about that. But nope!”, laughing a little, “all wrong. My silver coloured fur? Yeah actual silver. I literally have silver, the metal, in my dna. My dna is a nightmare”.
Tucker jabbing him with an elbow, “I would be shocked if you weren’t sterile”.
“You shut up, I wouldn’t want to pass my whole mess onto kids anyways. Like the raptor stuff? I don’t even know how that happened?”.
Tucker smirking and point the beer bottle top at him, “chicken dna”.
“I am not related to fucking chickens, you shit”.
“You never know”.
“Oh my I god, I’m going to kill one day”.
“Yeah sure, whatever you say Danny”.
“I could literally eat you”.
“But you won’t”.
Danny just grows sharp teeth and slits his eyes at him for that, Tucker shoving his face away mockingly.
Kwan blinks very harshly, “oh my god… this is why you growl all the time, everyone thought you were mocking everyone! And wait you have fur made of silver? Silver dna? That- what?”.
Danny throws Tucker one last glare before making his face normal again and chuckling awkwardly at Kwan, rubbing his neck, “yeah. I’m fully aware that that should be completely impossible. We’ve checked and quadruple checked. Only my silver fur is silver though, not the black fur”, holding up a hand and changing the finger tips to claws, “claws and teeth are silver coated though, same with my teeth”, and drops his normal again hand, shrugging, “I’m very lucky that whole mess also gave me a strong silver immunity”.
Tucker nodding, “the Fenton’s probably would have accidentally killed you by now otherwise”.
“Yeah. Especially ‘cause the lab and dungeon has a shit ton of silver everywhere”.
“That solid silver Iron Maiden is still deeply disturbing even by my standards, dude”.
Kwan shudders a little, “that’s… that’s really really fucked up”, and shudders again. Finishing his second beer, eyeing Danny, “uh, if it’s anything, I’m glad you’re silver proof too? Cause man, that would be awful otherwise”, shaking his head, “I can’t believe I just found out the Phantom Badgers secret, damn”.
Danny pointing at him, “yeah and keep that to yourself, my folks somehow haven’t realized that yet”, rubbing his neck, “which saved my ass a lot. But, that means I can legit just sit on folks and dig my claws in a little, and they lose the energy to really struggle back”.
Tucker nodding firmly, “can confirm. Both me and Sam have seen him just outright sit on weres in their cycle, including each other”, grimacing a little, “just be glad he doesn’t lick, that stings like a mother fucker and leaves ugly red welts”, putting a hand to his chest, “and what would the ladies do if too fine tuck was marred by welts all the time?”. He’d be so mad at Danny if the dude messed up his good looks like that! Tucker absolutely leans away a bit dramatically when Danny sticks his tongue out at him.
Kwan cringes, “uh, yeah, I guess?”, eyeing Danny, “please don’t lick me”.
Danny snorts and shakes his head a little, “I won’t”. Danny and his damn morals.
Kwan nods a little eyeing the empty beers a little before, “so, silver really doesn’t hurt you? Damn”.
Danny shrugs slightly, “it does a little? Like I’d get a bit of a rash if I went around wearing silver bracelets all the time, but why would I do that? I basically just have a mild silver allergy rather than it being straight up corrosive and toxic and tiring to me. The silver in me is, like, me coded, so that’s all totally me safe”.
Kwan blinks a couple of times, “huh”, making a face, “well, uh, I guess? Being sat on is better than my plan”, shaking his head a little, “man it’s still wild that you actually are one of us, and we’ve be ragging on you for years for not being a were… and being kinda weird”.
“I have always been really fucking weird, I’ll have you know. Now I’m just biologically weird too. I’m basically a unique type after all, even if you ignore the silver thing”.
“Yeah you mentioned raptor?”.
Tucker snickers, “oh yeah, Danny dudes got a ton of different creatures going on, badger just happens to be the dominate main or whatever”, stretching out a little and eyeing the clock, “hence all the rumours about his weird strength and absurd flexibility”.
Danny pointing at him, “and that time one of my folks thingies gave me wings for a bit, I was kinda sad that went away until…”, and Danny just grabs the bottom of his shirt from the back and sticks a black bat-like fur-covered wing tipped with silver claws out, wiggles it a bit, and sucks it back in.
Kwan laughing, “I thought those were photoshopped”, shaking his head, “your body must be a nightmare to deal with”, blinking, “guess that’s how you deal with the fliers though”.
Danny giving a thumbs up, “yup!”. Tucker chuckling, “yeah, but if we don’t get going at this time we’re totally gonna miss drunken fursuit construction, and I am not missing that”.
Kwan goes wide-eyed, looks at his phone, and jumps up, “shit!”. Danny laughing and grabbing the emptied beer bottles to ‘dispose of’ aka eat, since the dude could digest literally anything for fuel. Ew, Tucker will always absolutely stick to meat; Danny just had zero standards. Tucker grabbing and putting back on his fursuit head as they all head back out into the con. Kwan chuckling a little, “I’m surprised you can run with that thing on man!”.
“Protogen heads are like giant one way mirror sunglasses! Great for visibility! Plus those sweet sweet keen otter senses!”.
Kwan just shakes his head; badges pouncing against their chests as they all go.
“Alright, folks, after an hour of hot glue, questionable decisions, and way too much alcohol for four pm, it’s time to announce our winners! And let’s just say… I’m amazed nothing got set on fire this year, yes I’m looking at you Harold! Let’s give them all a round of applause, yeah? Except Harold, I’m kidding I’m kidding!”.
Danny’s got his head on a chair wheeze laughing, “this is great! Glad I came!”.
Tucker chuckling himself, yeah the drunk fursuit construction, or paw construction really, was always ridiculous and fun. Danny would honestly have a blast doing it. Tucker would prolly take too long figuring out what to do to do super well, eh, not his kind of thing. Still though, he laughs when one of the makers nearly falls off their chair.
“Now for the winners, after Campflaine rights himself!”.
“Hey! These chairs h-have ‘kinny’eggs!”.
“Sure they do, Campflaine, sure they do. Now in third place it’s Spaff! the creature of mystery, half fox, half unicorn, and fully covered in glitter! Before anyone asks, no it is not edible! Now Spaff, yoy managed to glue an entire bag of googly eyes onto your paw, and it… well, it looks like a fire hazard, but we admire the boldness. Here’s your poker chip, keep it or use it for a free item from the con shop; either way it’s yours! Congrats!”.
Danny nodding, “I love how committed everyone is to the theme”.
Tucker has never understood why other cons didn’t really seem to have a major theme, an anime con was just an anime con but a furry con could be a casino themed furry con or broadway musical themed furry con. A good theme was half the fun! The retro barkade was easily his favourite, all the old school tech! And games! He spent way too much that year winning the auction for the actual arcade game; it was so worth it.
“And now, for second place… McFluffington! You may have accidentally created a mix of a what might be drywall, a raccoon, and a very confused potato, but it’s undeniably art. The craftsmanship of your half-finished paw may be sized for a giant but oh well. You’ve earned yourself a con sweater, cozy and stylish! Cheers to you!”.
Danny leaning towards him, “isn’t the poker chip better though? ‘Cause they can get whatever they want with it?”.
Tucker rolls his eyes, “the sweater costs five coins, dude”.
“Oooooohhhh”.
“Finally, what you and we have been waiting for, drumroll please… the one, the only… ScripJip! You might be a eldritch moth deer thing but your creation is nothing to fluff at! You’ve got more foam in your paw than we thought was physically possible, and your random assortment of buttons, fur, and paper straws really screams ‘I did this on purpose’. We don’t know why you picked shots as your drink of choice but clearly that worked out for you, since you’ve somehow created the most bizarre, yet oddly charming, fursuit paw today. Here’s ten poker chips! Use them wisely… or just keep them!”.
Tucker groaning to himself, man he wished he could afford a suit like that, or that Sam would just pay for one like that; digitigrade, antlers, giant antenna, four arms, huge eyes, spikes, the tail was what? six feet long?, and then the super long fur in spots. Ugh, he’s so jealous.
“A huge thank you to all of our contestants for showing up, getting creative, and making something… sort of resembling a fursuit paw! Well, that’s a wrap on the Drunken Fursuit Construction Contest! Remember: do not do this at home, these are experienced fursuit makers even if it doesn’t look like it! They know how to wield a gun, a hot glue gun that is! See you next year, furs!”.
Tucker points at Danny smiling face, “you shut up”, as they both get up. He wasn’t really surprised that Kwan hadn’t ’stuck with the weirdos’ but still, kinda a dick move. Dumb jocks. Eh whatever, Tucker’s still got the rest of the day to drag Danny around before going home for the night, while Danny -the poor bastard- will be stuck with Kwan all night… and not in the sexy kind of way. Danny was gonna be so tired tomorrow but that is so not Tucker’s problem. Everyone barely sleeps at cons anyways!
Anyway, Tucker seriously can not wait till the Saturday Dogs Dance, NIIC was epic! Proper furry electro-pop! Paws To The Walls was obviously his favourite song, for its -ahem- sensual themes.
(Did Tucker, and thus Danny, get con crud? Absolutely. Was Danny annoyed? Yes. Did Tucker care? Not really. And did Kwan keep his mouth shut? Surprisingly yes, who knew any of the dumb jocks were capable of that. At least Kwan was a hell of a lot nicer to Tucker, to the whole trio really, after though; much to Dash’s confusion and mild annoyance. But that wasn’t important, what was important was that next years theme was going to be cyberpunk, Tucker’s fur was absolutely fluffed with excitement (not that he’d ever say that to Danny. Dear god no). Sam killed his mood with an ass kicking though… she found out about her missing money… and here he though he’d been sneaky enough; being trapped in webbing for a few hours would not deter future attempts).
End.