Josh swiveled his chair to face his desk and slammed his computer mouse with a triumphant click. He sat back in his chair and watched as his newest fiction uploaded to the interwebs.

Josh was an amateur writer in the art of fanfiction. You may have even heard of some of his famous works. His pen name was GReceiverVoreGuy, and using a little known golden retriever as inspiration, Josh had created beautiful works of art.

Yes, his fanfiction dot net username did include vore in it, and that is because vore is awesome. To be specific, Josh wrote vore fiction based on the dog that always seemed to creep around him and his group of friends, Air Bud. Air Bud's luscious golden fur provided the perfect canvas for Josh to create his masterpieces.

Oh hey there he is now. Air Bud slowly shuffled through the door of Josh's bedroom and sniffed the open air. It appeared he was looking for something, and was quite agitated at his failed attempts of location. Josh admired Air Bud for his amazing potential as a predator, and he didn't really care if everyone else saw that as extremely creepy. He usually kept his work exclusive to those closest to him, like his friend Don.

Oh hey what do you know Don seems to be messaging Josh as we speak!

[initiate textual convoresation]

Sniffer:what's up

Budderball: just hangin out

Budderball: Air Buds here too

Sniffer: oh

Sniffer: sorry it's just

Sniffer: that dog is kinda creepy

Budderball: what no way he's great

Sniffer: idk

Sniffer: I got a message from Abigail

Budderball: who?

Sniffer: rosebud

Budderball: oh yeah

Sniffer: she wants me to use my teleporter to go to some random coordinates so we may not be able to hang out this afternoon

Budderball: dang it

Budderball : welp

Budderball: just call me when you're done with whatever she wants

Sniffer: k

Sniffer: see you later

Budderball: bye

[deinitiate textual convoresation]

Josh decided to stop joshing around and get down to biznezzzz

You see, Josh is a master artist, a maestro of words and images that cannot be matched by anyone in the academy of cool peeps, which is where Josh gets all of his education. Josh uses his incredible artistic skillz to make all things vore: paintings, stories, movies, video games, claymation, pretty much every type of media you can think of, even music somehow. Vore truly was his passion, and that's why everybody hates him. But he doesn't really care all that much, because a small group of people didn't hate him, and they just so happened to be his friends. Charles was kind of weirded out by the whole thing, which was understandable, Spencer informed him repeatedly that vore is the second largest reason why he wanted to stab Josh in the eye sockets, and Sniffer actually kind of liked it, almost seeming jealous of it.

Josh was super outgoing, so having his passion only being accepted by a small group of people was tough sometimes. But he got by with a little help from his friends.

Oh shoot I forgot I said it was time to get down to businesses

So Josh began to logon to his account and check the comments on his latest bit of art work. It was a vore art of air bud, and one of Josh's best works.

[initiate comments]

Mudbud: FUCK

Mudbud: THIS

Sniffer: Wow, Josh, great work, keep it up, I'm proud of you

Mudbud: SHIT

Billy: wow so much negative vibes in here

Mudbud: charles

Mudbud: Someday YOU are going to be MUTILATED by exactly SEVENTEEN DIRKING DEVICES and I am going to LAUGH AT YOUR UNBEARABLE PAIN AS YOU SUFFER IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN BLOOD

Billy: geez

Rosebud: let's all calm down

Rosebud: and enjoy

Mudbud: NO

Mudbud: DONT SAY IT

Rosebud: some of...

Rosebud: Martíns famous tortilla soup!

Mudbud: FUCK YOU

[deinitiate comments]

Josh grinned at the entertaining exchange of words that occurred in the comments. Seeing all of his friends as a group as they struggle to get along was awesome. In fact, Josh could see him and his friends go on a super awesome quest together, maybe spanning different planets or universes or polyverses! What even is a polyverse anyway, Josh thought. Do they even exist? What would they be like? This is how Josh's creative spindles spun, weaving the wonderful tapestry of imagination. Without his creative mind, Josh thought to himself, this wouldn't be a life worth living anymore. He would kill himself out of jealous envy, rage directed towards certain people that may or may not be plotting to jounce a limb that he may or may not be standing on!

Oh gosh I got off track huh. That was one downside to Josh's imagination. He often got carried away in his own thoughts, leading to him losing track of time and having what others would consider a lack of focus when in reality it was simply a shift of focus. He often felt insecure about hogging all of the time to himself, rambling on and on to his friends instead of giving them a chance to speak. He took so much time talking and making stupid vore art that he lacked the ability to listen.

Suddenly, the roly poly like vibration of his cellular telephone snapped him out of his angsty train of thought. It seemed to be his friend Abigail. He hoped that a conversation with her would help him relax this emotional wreck he was going through recently.

[initiate textual convoresation]

Rosebud: yo

Budderball: oye

Rosebud: so is there any way for you to get to these coordinates (just pretend there are coordinates here okay)

Budderball: i could take an uber there

Budderball: like a self driving uber

Budderball: I'm not driving with some random guy to mysterious coordinates

Budderball: have you ever tried one of those ubers

Budderball: I used it once and it was kinda awkward soooo yeah

Budderball: but these self driving car ones look pretty cool

Budderball: I hope they can drive off the road, assuming the coordinates you sent me aren't on the side of a road you kno-

Rosebud: just shut up alright I don't have all day dude

Budderball: geez okay

Rosebud: just get there somehow and a whole lot of stuff will be explained okay

Budderball: is this the same thing Sniffers doing?

Rosebud: yes

Rosebud: all of our friends are going to be here including you

Budderball: can I bring Air bud?

Rosebud: NO

Rosebud: OH GOSH NO

Budderball: alright alright

Rosebud: thanks

Rosebud remember this is all top secret so make sure no one sees you in your self driving uber or whatever okay?

Budderball: okay

Rosebud: alright see you later

[deinititate textual convoresation]

Josh sighed. He knew he was always hogging up everybody's time. He gave a brick to Airbud, because he had spent enough time with him to know that he loved to break stuff. He also turned off the sink faucet. He always left it on accidentally, and he took up 90% of all water usage in his apartment. Also, he grabbed a small black box from his desk before he left. Just in case.

Stepping down the stairs from his apartment, he called a self driving car and gazed into the sky as it speeded along, his eyes piercing into the void and the polyverses beyond.