/lit/ - Literature

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He checked his FurAffinity, feeling a vague sense of pride at the number of new favorite notifications in the corner. Sixteen furry porn stories over the past year, twelve of which were commissions - He did the numbers in his head, recalling wordcounts and fetishes and the fluctuations of American and Canadian currency. The end result was a tidy, if small profit, enough to pay at a month's rent on top of his welfare checks. Not bad for a NEET.

Still, his more serious fiction was simmering on the backburner, a dozen half-finished stories in everything from horror to fantasy to a particularly half-baked attempt at literary fiction, involving an unemployed loser who thought he could write stories. Sometimes, he posted them on reddit, and sometimes, they got thumbs up, but never as much as his stories about Starfox characters sucking each other's farts.

Maybe he should stay, maybe he should go. Maybe he should throw away his serious literature and devote himself wholly to the pursuit of sexual gratification through cartoon animals. He had friends who did that, people who could bang out a full 15 page story in an afternoon, and made their entire living riding the tides of anthropomorphic lust.

Maybe he should delete his FurAffinity and off himself, chug the whiskey he'd bought with money from the previous commission, and down the three bottles of expired painkillers sitting at the back of his desk.

More likely, he'd just spend his evening chatting with his friends, then get started on the next story, as he always did. Knowing that thousands of people had jacked off to his work was pretty neat, even if it didn't bring the acclaim that his novel would've, if he'd actually carried it beyond the first chapter. It wasn't much, but hell, it was more than most people on /lit/ had ever done.