If it is one thing besides Canntooning Pulptoon has gotten me into, it’s furries. Well the site and stuff like the Sly Cooper games—look me in the face and tell me that Carmelita Fox’d be a great lay if she were human. Menagerie’s T-That’s All Folks! had a huge influence on what I am about to embark on. That being said, I’ve had these characters running around in my head for quite awhile now, five or six years to be exact. I’m kind of going for a Sunday Funnies feel with this—as much of that feeling I can get doing a comic strip about furries wreaking havoc, fucking, and in the case of the title character in particular, being eaten by all manner of wacky animals.
The setting is a place that is part forest, part jungle, part savannah, part swamp…well you get the picture. It is called the Great Wild. This land is under the guiding force of a high priestess of nature, a fairy named Myrabella. Myrabella in turn has gifted certain young females with the strength, cunning, and courage to protect their fellow animals from the dangers of the outside world…and from one another. Their lives would be heartbreakingly short if not for one certain wrinkle. All of the Great Wild’s creatures, good and evil, due to a curse instigated by Lord Nightshadow—the main villain of the tale—shall never know True Death.
As soon as he or she dies, they drift through the World of Spirits until their bodies can regenerate. Girls have it better—or worse in some cases—as they come back to the land of the living quicker than guys do, not that stops some carnivores of the female persuasion from indulging themselves the delicacy of a big, plump, freshly grilled hot dog. It would be all well and good if not for the cravings some of the populace have for hassenpheffer, wild boar, avian, maple marinated marsupial, and honey roasted ham. But they make do. This comic and the world within it will have many a character calling it home. I have committed 18 of them to paper—so to speak. Many more will indeed follow. Below is a listing of the who’s who of this world, (so far)….
1. Plum Puddin’: the longest tenured of The Grand Wild’s protectors—and according to it’s predators, the most beautiful, the most desired, the most delicious. That and she’s a fantastic lay. Plum is a raven haired Piglet with a pair of breasts the size of holiday hams who has grown a little weary of her lot in life, and though she’ll fight it tooth and nail, she has ridden many a spit, been boiled in many a cauldron, and baked in many an oven….to the point where she has lost count. She may hate her job, but she puts her all into it, hence the great many friends—and friends with benefits—she has acquired during her many years in her oddball occupation. Sometimes her cynical attitude blinds her to just how much she is appreciated, and loved, by her hodge-podged family. In truth, Plum longs for someone who’ll protect her and her floppy eared mate Bunni Rabbit for a change. Unbeknownst to her, she already knows such a creature, a fella who comes by once and a while to screw her into the wall…while he’s sucking her blood…
2. Bunni Rabbit: Plum’s bouncy, busty mate. Bunni is the stereotypical blonde bimbo—with long floppy ears and a powder puff tail. She dearly loves her Plummy Pie, especially when she does that thing with her tongue, especially way down south, but even her beloved mate has a hell of a time keeping up with the rabbit girl’s libido. Like all of her kind, sex is a very important part of her life, and hence why she is always being suckered in to all manner of traps with the promises of a cute little cunnie or a nice big cock. What Bunni lacks in smarts and sexual moderation, she makes up in tenacity, which usually lands her on the menu with her porcine mate, usually as the appetizer or as a desert course version of Hassenpheffer. Though she doesn’t like the idea of having to share Plum with anyone, that cute guy who drops by sometimes when the sun sets is starting to grow on her…
3. Terri Giblet: Terri is a purple haired Avian—part Elf, part bird. A turkey to be exact, unfortunately for her. She is every bit as curvy as her gal pals…and every bit as tasty, especially as part of a club sandwich with portions of Plum. She is a warped take on the stereotypical Ghetto Girl, and prefers life in Cydelle City to her new home in Warmwood, though the fact that she is only a room away from a bunny booty call or a hot little pig in a blanket is what keeps her in Hicksville—her words, not mine. Terri is always surprised that with the overabundance of white bitches in town, that there are always those with a craving for dark meat…her dark meat. She’ll put up a hell of a fight, but that weirdo that comes by the treehouse she shares with Plum and Bunni has a way of getting under her skin and feathers. It’d be an awesome arrangement if not for the gnarly hickies he leaves her with…
4. Guacamole Jones: Warmwood’s resident schemer. G.J. is an abominable little bastard who would not think twice about selling a dinner and a night of hot sex to the highest bidder—usually with the girl in question providing both. With a cigar in his mouth, and a shriveled little black raisin for a heart beating in his chest, he is one guy in Warmwood who can’t be trusted worth a damn. Due to his overabundant cash flow, he always has a floozy on his arm…and one in his bed…and another cooking to perfection in his kitchen waiting to wait on him hand and foot. He has guys around the block waiting for a slice of Plum, a slab of Terri, a chunk of Bunni. But that guy that hangs out with them sometimes, at night…that guy creeps him right the fuck out!
5. Portus Prickle: G.J.’s sidekick/cook/punching bag. Portus, despite having many a sharp quill protecting his body, has no backbone to speak of. Not to say that he doesn’t feel guilt—he’s a raging alcoholic because of it—he does nothing but drown his sorrows in booze instead of standing up to his abusive boss. Despite his fears, Guacamole has no intention of firing him even though he constantly threatens Portus with it—the porcupine, in the duck’s twisted mind, is G.J.’s only real friend, and is the one who fuels Portus’ alcohol abuse. Prickle’s quills don’t stand on end much anymore, but that thing that flies away from the Puddin’ place some mornings….brrrrr….
6. Dr. Ignatz Iguanus: Myrabella regrets giving this creature is vast intellect, as he usually takes advantage of it to feed his monstrous hunger for living furry flesh. If Peter Lorre were a lizard, this is what he’d look like. A mad scientist in every sense of the word, he tortures his victims by conducting sick, twisted experiments on them. Causing rapid growth of the mammary gland and non-stop lactation is favorite thing to do to Plum Puddin’ whenever he gets the porcine protector in his clutches. He uses his robotic minion Sidney to seek out his victims, but these past few nights, the robot has been returning with large gashes in his body and teeth marks that not even Plum could have done…
7. Buckethead Bourdeaux: The Great Wild would be a happier place without him and his brother, the resident poachers. Buckethead in particular loves to hack away at his victims with his machete and keep them alive as long as possible while he deprives them of their hides. He truly is one depraved dingo. His real name is Bucholdt, but the nickname “Buckethead” was earned after a run-in with Plum Puddin’, whereas she had horribly scarred his face freeing animals from his grasp. So horrific was the scarring, he took to wearing a bucket over his head to hide his monstrous appearance. Though thoroughly dull witted, he is a vindictive, petty critter who dreams of having Plum Puddin’ chained up in his bedroom, to eat and fuck—at the same time. Though wary of Plum’s nightly visitor, he’d like to make the piglet who ruined his face a two piece bikini out of said visitor’s skin…
8. “Sidney”: Whoever said robots have no souls have yet to meet this guy. Sidney is Dr. Iguanus’ mechanical lackey, who goes out into the woods and city at night to procure the Good Doctor’s victims. As a way of combating the insane iguana, Myrabella gifted the bucket of bolts with actual intelligence. Unknown to Ignatz, Plum’s escapes from his clutches were aided and abetted by Sidney, as penance for the atrocities he helped the mad doctor commit, and usually gives the porcine protector a head’s up when he’s in town. Sidney is in constant battle with his programming, as he wishes to befriend the creatures he was created to harm. A friend he met one fateful night may be able to free him from Iguanus’ grasp, but only time will tell…
9. Jumpin’ Joey Jumpinski: Ohhh, there are many a wanker who’d like to see this boobilicious Aussie babe roasting on the Barbie! A curvy, crafty Kangaroo doe, Joey isn’t one to take anything lying down. As Plum protects Warmwood, the Ol’ Outbacklands are Joey’s territory, as she keeps tabs on the sordid plans of the Bourdeaux brothers. Like Plum, her enemies have acquired the craving of her tender flesh, and seek to make her a permanent meat slave, but they have all come to naught—if not by Joey’s tenacity alone then by Plum’s aid as well. She and Plum would get along perfectly if not for a few minor “squadoo-a-roos,” one of them involving a certain night stalker, and who of the two saw him first…that and who gets to be on top when it comes to the two gals makin’ sweet love. If only they knew what the Stalker has planned for them…CRIKEY!!!
10. Myrabella, High Goddess of Nature and Such: The Grand Poobah in this mad little world. It was her that lessened the impact of Nightshadow’s curse—and made it worse at the same time. She has a deep love for the creatures under her care, and it hurts her to know that there are some predators too big for their britches out there that would like to see her cook over an open flame. Only Nightshadow has had that particular pleasure, and his hatred for Plum derives from the fact that she robbed him of the rich delicacy that is fairy flesh whenever he wanted it when she freed the Goddess from his clutches. It was, as well, Myrabella that nudged a certain creature of the night towards her greatest champion, as a reward for the lifetime—and many more lifetimes afterward—spent in her service.
11. Bruiser Bruin: Owner and proprietor of the Powder Keg, Warmwood’s resident watering hole and restaurant. He’s a fine friend—if your tab is paid up. With a barter system that’d give Plum and her friends a month of free drinks in exchange for fresh deli meat—provided by the girls’ ample frames to be exact—the porcine protector has his ear. He don’t abide jerks and assholes like the Bourdeauxs or Fumble, and is always more than willing to kick the living shit out of them. He may not advertise it to everyone, but he always has a cup of warm O negative pig blood waiting for a certain night stalker whenever he drops by…

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