This isn't really a furry story, could evolve into one though so who knows but I'm posting it anyway! Hopefully someone enjoys it and maybe is even willing to give me some critiques on the story!



Messiah, the Devil’s gift to man, ironic given the name of the establishment, but that was apt given the type of business that took place there. For you see, Messiah was the biggest casino in the galaxy. A place where one could come to relieve their stress and forget the perils of life, for a fee of course. When your last penny, or whatever currency you used, had been spent you were free to amble on home to drown your sorrows in the nearest bottle of cat piss masquerading as beer, also for a fee. One of the lesser known but deadly rules of the Messiah was that there was an exit fee to leave the casino. The Messiah would never turn away a paying customer after all, the casino would even lend the funds to continue the night of indulgence. Yet the moment the bank ran dry the unfortunate patron found that they were welcome to enjoy all the attractions that the casino offered, but any attempt to leave without paying the exit fee and the debt accrued would be met with the wrath of the casino

In the highly likely event that a patron decided to force their way through without paying the exit fee they would be restrained, brutally, for the Messiah had no tolerance for patrons who refused to pay. Once the patron had been restrained they would be escorted to the bowels of the casino where they would live out the rest of their lives as toys for other paying patrons to use as they saw fit. Some who had escaped after paying their fees had tried to have the Messiah shut down but to no avail. The casino existed in a realm separate from all others, yet simultaneously connected. Those who had no desire to enter the gates of the Messiah remained ignorant of its existence even after hearing of it from another. Those who sought the Messiah would always find it and once they had experienced it they could never forget. The casino was omnipresent, a place where some went to die and others to live. All this said it wasn’t as if the Messiah was a living being itself, it needed a staff to run it, to enforce its rules, and to welcome weary souls to their demise.

There is no formula for how those who willingly chose to stay at the Messiah are chosen, if anything it’s the opposite. The current owner of the casino, one Jamie Angelfeather, had decided aeons ago that the Messiah would choose its crew. An odd sentiment given that the building had no will of its own. The patrons he chose to work under him were those who interested him. Over his long lifespan his choices had never once failed him and he saw no reason to change it.

His methods changed somewhat when he hired Angela Demonis, the gem of his adorations, she with her supple body and ample curves had swayed him to consider the counsel of another, her. Not that her methods were that much different than his own, though she had a singular talent for discerning those who would benefit the Messiah. The acquisition of new blood was a rare occurrence, a fact that had many patrons wondering how an establishment of the Messiah’s size could run with only paltry forty souls manning it. Perhaps there was some secret to Jamie’s, and by extension Angela’s lackadaisical methods, but if there was it’s doubtful that either of them could have identified what exactly it was.


The Messiah attracted myriad beings whose sole purpose was to forget their woes. That wasn’t the case for all who entered its confines; some had other agendas. For example young Stevebob, a spritely man with a stomach rivaling that of Buddha's complete with the shiniest chrome dome ever know to the cosmos. It was his pride and joy, one of the few things in life he could truly savor unlike his name. He wasn’t searching for riches or the questionable embrace of a lover rather he sought fulfillment. The kind that came from dealing with the unknown on a daily basis,which is exactly what he expected to find at the Messiah. So far he hadn’t been disappointed.

Watching a particularly heated debate between what looked to be a centaur and giant humanoid scorpion he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. This was the excitement he craved, the thrill of living on the edge, even as an observer.Though the subject of the two’s debate had eluded him he could only assume that it had something to do with the rather large game of cards they had been involved in. The centaur raised its fist to strike the scorpionoid when a cough from a dealer standing behind a large table the two were currently arguing over silenced them. Stevebob killed a laugh by coughing as the dealer regarded the two patrons how one might if a fly had landed in their soup. The two sat down quickly. their argument forgotten. The centaur’s face was flushed crimson, while the only indication of the scorpionoid’s embarrassment was its erratically twitching tail, if that. As the dealer began to deal cards Stevebob’s attention shifted towards his leg where he felt something brush up against him. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of something fleeing away from where he’d been standing. Reflexively reaching down to check his pockets he found that his wallet was absent. Looking more closely at the figure he saw the barest glimpse of black leather. Heart skipping a beat he ran after the figure determined to reclaim his ticket home.


Mimi laughed at an inappropriate joke made by a satyr concerning their spouse. The short energetic and bubbly tabby woman’s ears stood on end as a robed figure decided to run their hand along her butt. Tentacle was a more apt description and she feared that she’d become the subject of one of those books she heard humans enjoyed immensely. Shuddering in horror, she quickly moved away from the offender to stand beside another patron that appeared to be a floating cube. The tentacled figure gave her what she assumed to be a flirtatious wink from one of their many eyes further revolting her. Walking as far away from the nightmare as she could, she looked down to see a tendril of slime trailing from her dress. Gagging, she made her way to the nearest restroom where upon entering she emptied the contents of her stomach into the nearest toilet. Coughing as tears ran from her face, she cursed herself for ever wanting to visit the Messiah in the first place. Her night had been a constant string of harassment from creatures of all types, all vying to get a piece of her. The first interaction had been a shock but hadn’t dampened her naturally cheery outlook much, but after the fourth incident she had begun to wonder if she was somehow inciting the behavior. Another four incidents had assured her that it wasn’t some fault of hers. It wasn’t in her power or desire to change how she looked but that seemed to be source of her misfortunes. Sighing sadly, she wiped her mouth with a piece of paper before exiting the restroom. Her mission to find interesting folk among the other races had failed, but perhaps she might have luck another night. With that optimistic thought she reached into her purse to extract a small device holding her money. As she was fumbling around for it her head turned in the direction of loud shouting. Squinting she saw something small rushing towards her while a rather overweight human bowled other patrons aside in pursuit. Her mouth formed a little O as she finally found her device only to have it snatched immediately from her paw. Stunned momentarily she didn’t react until the overweight human, going much faster than someone of his stature ought to have been able to, flew by her. Clamping her mouth shut in anger she fell in behind the human.


He despised the Messiah with every fiber of his being.

“This place simply shouldn’t exist.”

He muttered as the umptenth monstrosity moved by him. His eyes roamed around the casino floor orienting on the various oddities that occupied the room.

“It’ll be fun! We’ll learn so much and then we’ll have knowledge to rival that of the elders!”

Grimacing from the irritating voice of his friend surfacing in his head, he rubbed his temple. He, one of the enlightened, the few who transcended the flesh to awaken the third eye, frequenting an establishment such as the Messiah. The mere thought nauseated him but here he was, standing in the nexus of countless worlds. He’d have done well to have left when his friend did, coming to the same conclusion he had only days earlier. His friend had stopped coming but he had persisted.

“Oh Ujorm you fool.”

He sighed to himself. He was obsessed with the sheer stupidity of the place. With races from every known universe gathered in one spot it was the perfect environment for him to grow as an enlightened. His third eye had remained opened from the moment he’d stepped from his world into that of the Messiah’s. The information he’d gained was the stuff of dreams passed down only by the greatest of the enlightened ones. There was so much to process, too much to process really, landing him in his current predicament. Now he couldn’t leave for the sheer fact that each day brought a new lesson he was determined to absorb. Groaning, as he’d given himself a headache from using his third eye too long, he closed it. With a sigh he headed back toward his room hoping a quick rest would see his headache resolved. Inches from the exit of the casino floor he was bumped into by something.

Looking down he saw what appeared to be a member of a species subterranean alien particularly adept at stealing from other races making a quick getaway before anyone was the wiser. As he watched the creature jet off he saw what looked to be a human and a member of one of the various animal races chasing after it. Chuckling to himself he prepared to move on when his third eye shot open. Instantly, he knew something had been stolen from him too. Given the species tendency of hoarding various implements of currency it was likely his money. Checking his pocket despite already knowing it wasn’t there he took off in pursuit of the other two.


Stevebob’s breath rushed out of him in a torrent as he struggled to keep up with the thief Drawing the curious gazes of the Messiah’s inhabitants he ignored them, his attention entirely devoted to catching the thief and beating them within an inch of their life. Not a fan of having anything stolen from him, having his only way back to Earth stolen was too much. As he barreled towards the game floors exit, he saw the creature steal something from a humanoid cat alien without breaking strid. Passing the bewildered woman he heard her footsteps behind him as she realized what had happened. They left the game room, as the creature went into another one even more gazes were drawn towards the commotion. Stevebob’s eye began to twitch as he saw the creature steal yet another person’s wallet without even trying. Panting heavily he continued his sprint, noticing how the third victim also fell in line behind him and the cat woman. The creature was nearing the second game rooms exit. As he passed through it he heard a male voice behind him shout “CATCH!” Briefly turning without stopping he caught a cane of some sort in his hand. Gripping the walking the device tightly in his fist he narrowed his eyes on the thief.


Ujorm marveled at the human’s endurance as despite his apparent state of obesity he was having no trouble keeping up with the thief. As he ran by a roulette table he slowed down just enough to grab a cane, topped with a large metal orb, from leaning against it. Hating himself for dipping so low as to steal something from another person he justified it by the necessity of the situation, besides he would be returning it anyway. Yelling to the human he tossed the cane in his direction gasping as he caught it without breaking stride. The feline woman in front of him turned her head slightly to give him a slight nod before continuing to chase after the human. His lungs were screaming for air, but he couldn’t stop, not if he wanted to ever leave the casino.


Mimi sighed in relief as the human caught the cane from the Enlightened. As the left the second game room they found themselves in a long straight hallway that seemed to stretch on infinitely. Her mouth fell open in wonder again as the moment the human saw that there was nothing to impede him he sped up running at the heels of the thief. Eyes widening in fear as she saw the human drawback his arm to swing the cane she slowed down just enough to be out of its range. The walking instrument flew clean over the thief’s head, the urchin ducking their head moments before it would have hit them in the temple. Wincing at the miss she hoped that his next swing would put the creature out of commission, permanently.


Groaning in despair and anger as his swing connected with air he prepared to swing the cane again.

“Portal!”

Came the same male voice that had presumably thrown him the cane. Squinting, he saw that a few feet in front of the thief there was a small hole that had appeared in on the wall at the the hallways end. Letting out a roar of rage he surged forth, aiming to brain the thief before they ever had the chance to reach the portal. Grasping the cane in both hands he drew it back and swung it with all of his strength at the legs of the creature. The portal at the end of the hallway disappeared, only to reappear under the creature. Screaming in fury as the creature and the portal vanished his swing continued onward, smashing into the hallways side with so much force that the cane splinted and broke and half. As the part he wasn’t holding flew off behind him he collapsed to his knees spent.

Mimi cried.

Ujorm choked.

Stevebob saw a camera.




Jamie sighed reluctantly, untangling himself from the arms of Angela. Their fun had been disturbed more times than he cared to remember that night. The current culprits, three figures who couldn’t have been more different from each other if they tried. Not even remotely the strangest creatures he’d seen given the clientele the Messiah attracted they nonetheless were connected by the nature of their plight. Holding up a had to stall the rant of, if he remembered correctly one of the Enlightened he sat up on the couch he been lazing on and gazed at the three sourly. The distraught he could deal with, those intent on extracting some form of revenge could be dealt with in the usual manner, but the calm and collected type, he hated them. Given the fact that the Messiah was connected to an infinite number of worlds the patrons within it had to accept the risks that came along with. Said risks included having their only source of income stolen, thus stranding them at the casino. Such a fate didn’t please him anymore than it did it’s unfortunate recipients, yet he was under no obligation to refund those who found themselves bereft of funding.

The three beings standing in front of him had certainly found themselves in said situation their reactions were of the type he hated. Sure the Enlightened had been ranting for the better part of an hour but even his reaction wasn’t as extreme as it could have been. As for the other two, a human and one of the humanoid animal races, their reactions were a bit harder to gauge. The female animal woman was gazing at the Enlightened with a mixture of relief and annoyance. The human on the other hand seemed zoned out, not looking at him or the Enlightened. Did he simply not care? Jamie wondered tracing the line of the human’s vision to a large panel of screens lining the back wall of the room showing various places within the Messiah. What he’d taken for disinterest wasn’t that at all, merely a refocusing of the human’s attentions to a different problem. One that judging by his narrowed eyes and overall dour look he was beginning to understand. It wasn’t all of the screens he was watching, Jamie realized, rather the ones that showed the various rooms down which the three had chased their thief before it had vanished into thin air. The human caught his eye and stared at him with a new expression on his face. He shuddered under the male’s glare, for a brief moment he thought the human was going to make some move towards him but he didn’t. Jamie gave him his best smile which only served to thicken the haze of malice emanating from the man, given what Jamie had done, or rather the lack thereof, it was warranted. Gritting his teeth at the Enlightened’s uninterrupted rant he finally spoke.

“And what exactly do you expect me to do about it? You knew the risks as well as anyone else, yet you still chose to come here. In my opinion you have no one to blame but yourselves.”

A flimsy and not at all adequate response he knew, but considering the fact he didn’t give a rat’s ass it was sufficient.

The three looked at him astounded, their affronted looks were quite comical and Jamie found himself laughing aloud. It was interesting, he thought, as he watched the faces of the three twist into ugly hatred filled scowls, that some would have the audacity to complain knowing full well the risks involved at his establishment. He began to tell them so when the animal woman, by far the most passive of the three spoke.

“Work.”

All merriment drained from Jamie’s face as he looked at the woman with interest, a Juahatha he remembered after racking his brain for the name of her species.

“Work you say? While I am prepared to consider the notion i don’t know about your two companions here.”

“If they’re smart they’ll agree to work for you as well. Frankly I don’t see what choice we have in the matter. I’ll be damned if i’ll be scammed into debt from some freak accident. The only question that remains is whether you’ll have us or not?” Jamie regarded her with a newfound respect. Very few patrons had ever demanded to be hired, their minds too clouded with rage and hurt. Looking at the Enlightened and the human he saw the same determined look on their faces that blazed in the Juahatha’s eyes. He leaned back, cracking a genuine smile for the first time since meeting the three.

“Well then, I welcome all of you to Messiah. Your souls are forever forfeit to its whims. But i’m sure you won’t find the experience lacking.”

Getting up from the couch he extended his hand to the three. Employees were so much more valuable than money anyways.



Mimi yawned, stretching and arching her back until it popped in just the right way. Closing her eyes briefly she reflected on the situation that had landed her in her current predicament. Scowling as the event played out in her mind she opened her eyes and let them roam around the room she'd been given. It was a spacious if bland dwelling. Furnished with only a bed, a desk, and a chair. The base necessities and nothing else she thought smirking. Swinging her legs over the bed she shivered as her sensitive paw pads contacted the cold metal floor. Letting out another yawn she trudged to out of the room into an expansive hallway. Closed doors lined the walls of of the hallway, each belonging to one of the Messiah’s now forty-three employees. Padding down the hall looking at each door she supposed it would be in her best interests to learn all of their names. She’d be staying in the Messiah for a long while to come after all and having her coworkers hate her was something she vehemently hoped to avoid. Coming to the end of the hallway her nose began to twitch as she picked up the scent of something sweet. At that moment her stomach growled and she realized that she hadn’t eaten since first arriving at the casino. Following her nose she was led down a flight of steps into a large kitchen. I didn’t take long for her to spot the source of the smell, a large platter of waffles, pancakes, and an assortment of breakfast pastries, being guarded by a large winged figure. Though the figures back was turned towards her Mimi recognized them as a member of the fae species, though what particular breed she was from escaped her. Their wings were massive things, each taking up about two feet of space unfurled horizontally. As if sensing her desires the fae flapped their wings briefly expanding them to their full length of about seven feet. They were covered in a kaleidoscope of warm colored scales and veins that twisted and entwined together to form a pattern of some sort. They also seemed to pulse with some internal light that made them glow momentarily. Mesmerized Mimi stared at the figure until they turned to face her. Opening her mouth to speak she didn’t get the chance as she was smothered in a warm fluffy hug. Unable to help herself she pressed into the fae with a slight purr rising from her throat. As the fae let her go she saw that she, they were a female, was a member of a peculier race of fae, called Bemzoths, that heavily resembled moths. The females of the species tended to be covered in soft plumes of hair around their neck and down the back of their legs. The bemzoth in front of her was amber colored and was a perfect example of the race’s other characteristic. Unlike most fae races the bemzoth were known for having a fondness for meeting other races, especially those who were smaller than themselves. Overly friendly with the body to make it annoying aptly described them as both genders tended to on average be at least seven feet tall and combined with the species propensity to snack on all manner of sweet things they had girths that often matched or exceeded their height. While not quite at the seven foot mark the bemzoth made up for it in her heftiness.

“Morning dear! You must be the new hire, Mimi I believe? I’m Viera by the way. Sit sit, you must be famished.”

Viera gushed in an oddly melodic voice, gesturing towards a chair. Simply nodding Mimi sat down as Viera put a plate piled with pancakes in front of her. Mimi’s eyes went wide as her stomach growled angrily again. Tail wagging excited she jumped mewling in surprise as she was poked lightly in the side. Whipping her head around she saw Viera frowning down at her with her hands on her hips.

“Deary you can’t possibly be that thin. I thought feline juahatha were supposed to enjoying lounging about? Well i’ll fix this little problem in no time. So tell me, is it true that there are two others who are also joining you in working here?”

Mimi nodded her attention focused on drowning her pancakes in various syrups.

“Oh! So are they both young like you are? It’s so nice to have younglings working here. Being surrounded by old foggies and middle aged deadbeats can get a bit tedious at times.”

Swallowing her first bite of the light buttery discs was heaven, as much as it hurt her to not continue devouring the food in front of her she put her fork down to address Viera’s kind yet oddly insistent questions.

“Yes I do believe that the Enlightened happens to be around the same as I am, but the human looks to be a bit older.”

Viera nodded quickly her wings opening and closing excitedly.

“As much as I would like to ask your age and your guess as to what theirs are I’ll let you finish eating. I’m glad you’re enjoying my cooking though, im one of the chefs at Messiah.”

She said cheerily sitting down next to Mimi and digging into her own plate with gusto. Mimi frowned wondering where the other two were.



Stevebob stared at a tv showing a news channel from Earth, his eyes ached and bags had taken up residence under them. The anguished looks riddling the faces of those who yearned to go home, he understood them now. Would he too become just like them, a husk of his former self, surviving eternally off of a colored screen of a place he would never visit again? He didn’t know, but he wouldn’t find out either.

“Time to get to work!”

He said loudly, forcing his lips into a smile.


Ujorm eyes traced the path of a whip as it snapped into the back of a creature. Bloodied and bruised beyond comprehension the creature cried out in pain. Elsewhere hundreds of voices echoed that scream, each depicting a different torture of some sort. He didn’t know what those tortures were, but they were happening all the same. Ujorm wondered if he might have ended being tortured, might still be tortured. He got up from his seat and walked towards the stairway leading to the Messiah’s upper floors. He wouldn’t come back to bowels he vowed, as the wondrous music composed of the screams of the damned followed him.


The Messiah opened its doors for business, ushering in crowds of aliens, all intent on winning big. The staff gathered in front of the gates leading to paradise. Voices rose and fingers pointed as they spotted something that hadn't been seen in years, new employees. Ujorm, Stevebob, and Mimi took a deep breath, as one they bowed, adding their voices to forty others.


“Welcome to Messiah!”