The Capn's still alive!
He's still a bawdy fellow who's also a bit of an anime fan. There's actually quite a few animes with goofy concepts an cute girls involved in embarrassing situations but so few of them involve furries.
An puffy furries at that ;)

No puffiness in this first bit although plenty of hints (especially ifn' ye speak broken Japanese). Ol'Squeaks is edgin' hisself back to a state of writin' but he's still a bit busy and Summer saps him like a mosquito. Still he's doin' his best an ifn' this beginning concept is not to the likin' of others he'll go an write somethin' else, won't he?

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Naughty Naugahyde Ninjas:
Pilot Episode: My Heart is Beating So Fast My Firm Breasts Dig Into My Unfortunately Revealing Gi!


Entry qualifications for the prestigeous Kyonyū Shinobu Dojo were threefold.

One was finding the location, which was remarkably easy for a supposedly secret department for the training of elite ninja. The second was to be female, and that much Sekkusu Ningyō was pretty sure she qualified as. The advertisement she had found pinned to the door of her dormitory by a massive shuriken said nothing about Kemukujara being unable to join. It was too much of an opportunity to pass up.
There was still quite a bit of stigma associated with her kind even if things had gotten better since the old days. It made her tail bristle just thinking about it.
Feikuajian was a fairly progressive city in the greater province of Otaku but animal-human hybrids originally intended as exotic objects of pleasure still had a difficult time in the workplace no matter how dedicated they were to being respected and useful members of their society.
Ever since she’d been fabricated through some bizarre combination of mad science and dark magic she had been treated as little more than an object and only recently begun to fight back against her basic tendencies to accept such treatment. As a Ottā model she had the characteristics both of a seventeen year old girl approximately (if said girl had been extremely lucky in the lottery of attractiveness) and a brown, plump, furred otter with soft ears and a long flat tail which did serve as some determent when her natural pheromones drew others, male and female, towards her with inappropriate desires in mind. One swat sent a majority on their way if they were ogling or groping her through her distressingly skimpy school uniform…but there were the outliers who enjoyed a painful welt or two. She just couldn’t win. Her origins were always against her.There’d been the time she was a barista and someone had plied her with sugary drinks which was especially volatile for her hyper charged system. She’d decided to skinny-dip in the bay and although a lot of tourists and locals had enjoyed her antics she did get an arrest record for indecent public exposure. Then there’d been her waitress gig at Kakushitsu No Akuma’s. Her frame was thick enough without being weighed down by the characteristic bounteous bust size of her model so the snug costume clung something fierce and bending over to pick up a strategically dropped spoon knocked several patrons unconscious with flying buttons and gave the gentleman she practically smothered with her violently freed assets a heart murmur.
Now she was facing either a life of pole dancing or worse as tended to befall even emancipated Kemukujara. There was also rumors of members of her series and others being snatched away by mysterious assailants from an organization dedicated to wiping out their ‘perverse’ influence altogether. But there had to be something she could do to keep paying for the university and keep ice cream on the table (Kemukujara exclusively ate sweets, even if Sekkusu hated what it did to her figure).
Might as well be a ninja.
The third qualification gave her pause but beggars could not be choosers and it might have been a coincidence. She hefted her breasts into her soft arms and weighed them with her mind. To her knowledge they might have been getting bigger as time wore on. She certainly remembered a time when she could reach around them with more ease than now.
There it was on the parchment: front measurements encompassing F-cup. It was the first time this little distinction would be a boon rather than a bane and she thought of this instruction as a sign of good fortune to come. Few girls could boast of blimps quite as fine. She knew this was partially by design (a Kemukujara has their mammary glands run with literal air as much as milk) but she felt a little pride as she swung in place beside her mirror. She had muscular thighs which must be a good thing for a ninja to possess. Strong arms too despite all the matted fur.
As soon as she could she located the secret training academy (hidden behind a large sign reading ’NOT A SECRET NINJA TRAINING ACADEMY’) she found herself in a place so formulaic in it’s trappings it might as well be a theme-park ninja academy as a real one. Scrolls were all along the bamboo walls, katanas were set into niches beside stone lanterns, poofy ornate seating cushions, paper walls, and suits of samurai armor. It was all so…stock. She half believed she was inside the office of some particularly rich and obsessive weeaboo.
At least until a gleaming throwing dagger missed her twitching ears by inches.
When it stuck quivering in a tapestry covered in meaningful kanji Sekkusu rounded on her enemy, doubling up her paws.
The demure goat girl smiled wide and (appropriately) sheepishly.
“I’m so sorry!” the goat girl bowed gratuitously, causing her pigtails to bounce. “I didn’t realize you weren’t part of the training program!”
“So you threw a kunai at me?” Sekkusu raised an eyebrow. “Seems like you might have at least asked.”
“Yeah…I screwed up.” the goat girl sighed, pressing her hooves together. “I might have been less inclined to attack you if it hadn’t been for her doing to same to me when I got her.”
“Her…?”
Sekkusu had all of ten seconds to realize someone was standing behind her when a blade sliced a silver arc just inches from her pointed ears. This time she did fight back, aiming a kick at her attacker who leaped deftly over her attack. Midair she caught a glimpse of lacy white underthings stark against a billowing black skirt.
Sekkusu managed to roll out of the way of a secondary slash which bit into the lacquer floor. When she recovered she noted the goat girl had tossed in her a direction one of the katanas from the wall.
“You can do it!” she chirped brightly.
Sekkusu rolled her eyes, leapt to her hooves and drew the weapon in one smooth movement. In addition to sex slaves the Kemukujara had also been intended briefly as an asset to the army…until their other assets proved to distract the troops too greatly for them to be a net some gain.
For the first time she looked into the slit-pupil eyes of the opposition: another animal girl, this time some kind of feline.
She had an eyepatch over one eye, a piercing in one ear and even when her mouth was closed her two long fangs jutted just above her full, pouty lips.
“You and Jairubeito looked so cute together I could barely bring myself to interrupt.” the cat girl sneered. “Still, I can’t imagine that the headmaster will allow in just anyone. And with less applicants I’m more likely to find an opening!”
She took a brutal jab at Sekkusu. She barely managed to parry and drive the creature back.
“So all this is just so you can be a ninja?” she asked.
“I’d take any job I can do standing up.” the cat muttered. “Besides, I think I might enjoy killing if it’s mangy skanks like you!”
“Uh huh.” Sekkusu smirked. “What’s the feline equivalent of a bitch anyway?”
Jairubeito giggled nervously at the profanity while the two girls dove and slashed at each other.
The tireless swords stilled in an instant as the long gentle curve of a spear head darted between them. Sekkusu and her rival could only stare at the tall woman who had seemingly materialized askance to their duel. Out of three present she was surpassingly beautiful with floor length bright white tresses, a calm face and glittering scales mingled with soft, downy feathers.
She was a dragon. That sort of Kemukujara was almost as legendary in their own world as the human one, only ordered for the most discerning and wealthy of patrons.
The dragon was too beautiful for the sort of nasty and ridiculous treatment many animal girls would receive, ordinarily relegated to pet status or making sexy livestreams.
To find one so proficient with a spear, so mature and serene in her bearing…it took Sekkusu’s breath away.
Until it left her for real when the cat punk darted in and punched her in the gut.
The next instant the dragon had reversed her spear into a sweeping upward stroke which sent the cat cartwheeling into a suit of armor.
Jairubeito applauded wildly sending her pigtails spinning in excitement.
“Way to go Kōri No Joōsan!”
The dragon only responded with a sniff that sent up a small curl of smoke from her snout.
“All right ladies!”
All eyes turned to the newcomer. He commanded quite a lot of attention courtesy his being a human.
He was also the only one who wore something approximating a proper ninja costume...