My submission to the Anthrocon Conbook! It probably doesn't look like it, but it's taken me about a year to finally nail down everything I wanted in this. I figured not everybody here will be able to go to AC (and that I'm not even sure that this'll make it in the book), so I wanted to share it.
The theme for AC this year is "OMG Aliens!" You'll see how this fits in. 
Alexandre and the Flying Saucer
(or Why Furs Rarely Get Abducted)
by Alexandre
The round stainless-steel walls seemed to glow from the dim light. The room was enormous, curved, almost the shape of a frisbee. It was completely empty, silent, until a whirring sound came from the floor. A pink creature with blue hair shot up out of a hole that appeared in the middle of the floor and immediately closed again, leaving the thing alone in the room, shuddering. Another whir, and an orb appeared from the ceiling, hanging there by a metal arm. A red light glowed through glass on its face as it slowly orbited the creature, bobbing up and down. It drew close to the creature, and like from a surround-sound stereo, a metallic voice emitted. “Name, please.”
The creature spun around, eyes wide open as if in shock. After a second, he leaned forward and said, “Beg your pardon?”
The orb whirred, coming closer to the creature's face. “There will be no begging in this facility, as all such actions will result in immediate death or expulsion. Name, please.”
The last “please” echoed around the room, bouncing off the steel walls. They had no doors, windows, vents, anything that could serve as an exit. As the orb looked steadily on, the creature opened his mouth, paused, then said, “Alexandre.”
As if in response, two large orange guns held up by metal arms popped out of the floor and placed themselves up to the creature's head. “That name does not exist in our records,” boomed the voice. “Name, please.” A shaft on the guns started to spin, letting out a soft high-pitched squeal as they glowed in the dim room.
“That's my name,” the creature said slowly, pronouncing each syllable carefully as he looked straight at the orb. “Ah-leh-shawn-dree. Been called that all my life. Portuguese name.”
Silence. After a still second, the guns retracted and popped back into the floor. The orb circled around again, bobbing up and down. “Damn immigrants,” the stereo-like room said. “Species, please.”
The creature blinked, still sitting on the floor. “Red fox.” He leaned back on his arms, wrapping his tail around him. “Look, I was going to a club. This won't take long, will it?”
The orb stopped dead in front of the creature, its red light brightening and dimming rapidly. The metal walls glowed like fire. “You're pink.”
The fox looked back at the orb, squinting as if in thought. “So?”
Guns popping back out, the orb spun around, focusing a beam of red light on the fox's head. “Species, please.”
“I told you,” said the fox, rolling his eyes. “I'm a red fox.” The guns followed him as he leaned forward. “Look, I'm not gonna lie to you with this impending death that's coming. I've just dyed my fur pink, that's all. Everyone's waiting for me at Chiyo's place...”
“Then how do you explain this?” the metallic voice said as the orb shone the beam on the fox's blue hair.
“Uh,” said the fox. “Gee, that's a hard one. Maybe I dyed that, too?”
The orb hung by the metal arm, motionless. The fox coughed, sending an echo that slid around the circular room. He reached up and touched one of the orange gun's muzzles. “Don't do that,” the voice said.
“Do what?” The fox gripped the muzzle, turning the gun around. “Wow, I thought this equipment would be more stable than it is. What are you, some cheap government agency or something?”
Whirring, the orb bobbed up and down, shining its light brightly on the fox. “That is classified by the twenty-first Martian code. And stop that.”
“Martian?” The fox laughed, standing up on his hind legs to lean on the gun. “Are you serious? Come on, that's gotta be the stupidest thing I've heard of all week...”
“I said stop.”
“... I mean, watching that husky try to get his tie out of the blender was kinda stupid, but this! Martians! Ooh, take me to your leader,” said the fox, opening his eyes wide as he stuck his arms forward, paws dangling like a zombie.
Suddenly, the other gun make a high-pitched squeal, shooting an orange streak at the metal floor next to the fox. A stream of smoke flowed up from it. “I warned you.” The orb shoved itself right in front of the fox's face. “Stop it.”
“Warned?” said the fox. “Your stupid gun didn't even leave a mark on the floor.” He was right. As the smoke rose, the floor still shone metallically in the dim light. The fox threw his paw against his forehead, swaying between the two guns with a drooped tail, saying, “Oh, you have no chance to survive, make your time!”
“If the, uh, floor weren't invincible,” said the room as the orb twitched, “well, there'd be a hole. A big hole. With lots of melted metal.”
The fox grabbed the end of his tail and wiped the front of the orb. “Whatever,” said the fox, his tail squeaking against the glass front. “Does your mom know you lie?”
The orb glowed, and a glass tube shot down from the ceiling, landing over the pink fox. The creature spun around with eyes wide open, pawing at the glass as the orb came down. “If my mother were here, she would have destroyed you in an instant, you pitiful insolent moron.” The room shook as the voice reverberated, bouncing around the room as the orb spun around the tube. “I've decimated creatures that survived blasts from a photon cannon, that have eaten worlds in one bite. The only reason I leave you alive is to prolong the time your stupid species has to suffer your existance.” The voice stopped for a second, letting the room grow quiet before saying, “Pink makes you look fat.” And with that, the tube containing the fox shot through the floor into the night.
The orb bobbed, still glowing bright red as the guns retracted into the floor. The whirring slowed down, the red light dimmed. The orb stopped bobbing and looked around the metallic room. It was just as it had been before – calm, cool, empty. “Okay,” the voice said softly, and the floor opened up, shooting a yellow creature into the room. The orb drew close to it. “Name, please.”
The creature spun around, eyes wide open. “Lhycarte.”
