Does this make me a bad person? Maybe… Do I plan on stopping soon? Hell no. You’re gonna take this disgusting filth, and you’re going to like it ;)
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There’s a lot of blame to go around for what happened this time, and I’ll admit, some of that blame belongs to me. Before I get into that, I’ve got to ask, do **you** know what a furry is? I mean really. I thought I knew. I mean, I’ve seen some of their artwork on the internet. I’ve even seen clips of conventions, with adults going around in suits, to drunken orgies.
When you’re a sex offender, your social circle has a way of shrinking. If you’re a known horse fucker, even your family will abandon you. I found myself sitting alone at a bar on the wrong side of the wrong town, just to be in a place where no one knew my name. I was in a stupor by 3pm, head down on the bar, with peanut shells in my dirty blonde loose ends. I was at rock bottom.
Someone took the stool right beside me; I felt a long, soft tail swish against my legs, as the person balanced themselves. I tore my face away from the bar (I really did have to peel it off), to curse out the person who had apparently let their pet into the bar.
She was about my height, and very lithe. She wore a crop top and a slutty skirt at 3pm in the afternoon, and all of her body was covered in beige fur, except for her hands, which were black. I guess I should call them paws, but they weren’t quite either— why am I explaining what a furry looks like to you? You’re on the internet. Look it up.
“…The hell,” I asked. She was too small for it to be a suit, and her face was much too expressive, as well. She had a short, cute, angular snout; the bartender placed a white russian down in front of her. “What are— where did you come from? You’re like… a cat person.”
“I am Siamese, if you please.” She took a sip of her drink, grinning. She had a mild, second generation thai accent, and her tail, about four feet in length, curled whimsically around invisible poles and cylinders, in the air behind her stool.
“Wow, you’re talking. Okay… Okay, it’sh time to stop drinking, and go home…” I pushed myself away from the bar, staggering out of my stool. I would have fallen, but she caught me, with one arm.
“Leaving so soon? Happy hour just started,” she said. I looked around the room in horror, as it had become filled with anthropomorphic animals of all kinds, fur or no fur. A pair of alligators in blue colored shirts and baseball caps with fishing hooks on bent bills played darts in the corner. A cheetah morph sat in the corner with a fox girl, talking directly into her twitching red ears. A squat, plump looking bunny girl tried her hardest to reach the jukebox, standing on her toes, showing off her fluffy white butt clearly with her Daisy Dukes.
“Yeah, I think I should probably be headin’ out,” I said, as I stood to my feet. She was holding onto my wrist, still, and I tried to pull myself away.
“You sure? It’s not every day we see a human here at happy hour. You could have some real fun,” she said, holding onto my wrist with both hands now. I felt that I had a trump card in my back pocket, which could get me entirely out of any kind of social obligation.
“Well, the thing is, you really don’t want me hanging around. I’m a sex offender, so…” She waited patiently for me to finish the explanation. I cleared my throat. “…So uh, yeah, you guys should keep your distance.”
“Why,” she asked. I finally managed to wrest my hand away, but now, her tail was rubbing against my thigh.
“It’s uh… It’s for the best.”
“Yeah, but we’re **all** sex offenders here.” My heart sank. As she said this, a big, silver and black gorilla morph walked past, and slapped my ass. He did it in a way that created a lot of sound, and made my skin sting, but the bone and muscle beneath were totally fine. I felt my ass jiggle for a moment, and I felt uncomfortably aroused. “Like Rondo here. He got picked up for committing public indecencies with two leopard girls and one bunch of bananas.”
“Yo, Kendra,” Rondo said. “Who’s the hooman?”
“Be nice,” the cat, who I assumed to be Kendra, said. “Hu-man.” Rondo sucked on his teeth.
“Whatever. Who the hell is she? She DTY?” I was more or less trapped in between them, and frightened. Rondo was about 6’ 5” with very broad uh… Everything. His shoulders, chest, arms, head. He wore jeans and a tanktop, with construction boots, and a wave cap on his head.
“Come on, now that’s just racist,” I thought I thought in my head, but apparently I said it out loud.
“Ssseriously,” a third voice asked. A slender, desert colored naga slithered down the aisle towards us, her rattle shaking passively as she moved. “What, are black people not allowed to be gorillasss?”
“I just want to go home,” I said, throwing my hands up. “I’m not DTY, or whatever you said. I just wanted to have a few drinks in the middle of the day, to tide me over until I can drink myself to sleep later. Is that too much to ask?”
“Sounds like you need to loosen up,” Kendra said, her tail wrapping around my waist.
“Let’sss call this an intervention,” the naga said, the dangly beads of her poncho clinking as she “stood” upright.
Rondo sucked his teeth again. “She said she’s not DTY. Plus, she don’t have a fursona anyway.”
“She’s halfway there,” Kendra said, uncrossing, and crossing her legs in the other direction, flashing me as she did. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and she was packing something other than what I expected. “All you need is the magic of love and acceptance, a dash of amyl nitrate, and also a harsh, social-life ending sexual offense.”
“Back up, back up,” I said.
“To which ingredient,” she asked.
“No, before that. Was that a penis!?” They all gave me quizzical looks. In fact, everyone in the bar was staring at me, besides the bartender. As the only other human, he seemed to be taking this all in stride. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t give me that look. You, Kendra, was that a dick in your skirt?”
“Yes?” I was shocked at her tone. No one else seemed to understand what the big deal was, until the naga broke it down for me.
“We **all** have dicksss.” Her S’s continued for a few second longer this time, as if the word was sizzling in her mouth. The bar went quiet for a second after that. “Okay, it’sss more like eighty five per-sss-ent.”
“Look, you want in, or not,” Rondo asked.
“Are you always so forward,” I asked.
“Considering the majority of us are convicted rapists,” Kendra spoke. “Yeah, pretty much.” I drew my lips thin, looking around at the trio. To be fair, I didn’t have shit else to do that day, and I was going to go home to watch porn and cry myself to sleep anyway.
“Alright, someone get me a popper,” I said, defeated. I downed my room temperature whiskey, as I tried to knock bits of peanut out of my hair. The naga reached into her poncho for a small, black vial, and popped the cap for me. “Is this permanent?”
“Nah,” Rondo said. “Only lasts as long as happy hour does. Inhaling hard chemicals after drinking heavily, while also among total strangers is a very safe practice. This is totally normal behavior.” I ignored the unintentional sarcasm, as I took a sharp inhale. Immediately, I felt a rush of blood to my head, and I fell over onto the ground.
My vision went dark for a second, as I felt a loving warmth shower my body. When I came to, my skin had turned pink, and slightly bristly. My nose was longer than I remembered; it was rounded now, with a broad, flat ending. “I’m… a pig?” As if to answer that question, Rondo grabbed me by the hips, and slammed me down on the bar. I squealed uncontrollably for a moment, as I felt my hips and my butt flatten out, against the surface. I was all fluff; all the muscle that I had before magically vanished. I tried pushing against him, just to test my strength, and my arms buckled, like pool noodles.
He dragged my jeans off of me, spanking my pink ass, until I was red. Then, he threw my hooved feet over his shoulders, as he unleashed his thick, black, monster cock. Veiny, with the width of a soda can, all of my fur stood on end when I saw it, as my ruined asshole winked at him. The bartender slid over a bottle of lube, and he wasted no time preparing himself to wreck my ass further, while I tried to figure out how to stroke my clit, with my new ham hands.
My ass resisted him halfheartedly, as he forced in his entire length. Sure, it felt like my ass was burning, and all the normal pained sensations, but his cock wasn’t anywhere near to what I had taken only a few months prior. Getting any kind of stimulation, even indirect, felt great. The last time I had sex was with that horse, so I was okay with getting fucked in the ass by a gorilla. At least we were in the same order and family. Then again, I was a pig at the moment, so not really.
Kendra climbed onto the bar, kneeling beside me, with her cock tenting her skirt. She pulled it off, letting her bright pink, nubbly cat cock flop free. I closed my hand around her shaft, and she began to buck her hips into me, smearing my palm with her pre, which oozed down my arm, ceaselessly.
Rondo reached a new depth, and began to slap my pussy with his hands, while Kendra kneaded my breasts, careful not to claw me up. I had lost track of the naga, whose name I still didn’t know. She found me first, as a length of her tail slipped around my neck, applying just enough pressure to send me into tunnel vision. “Was getting tired of that squealing. Thanks,” Rondo said, as he spat into my mouth. Kendra spat on my face, directly. The naga began to prod my mouth with her dual pronged snake cock, until something naughty passed through her face.
Her size wasn’t anything to write home about, but as it turns out, she was the perfect size to plug up both of my nostrils, and fuck my snout. She used my lungs as her toys; she would release her grip on my neck, making me attempt to inhale sharply, out of instinct. The vacuum would lurch her cockheads down my nostrils roughly, causing a disgusting sounding snort. My eyes rolled back a few times, during this, as I tried my hardest to cough, with her slapping my face.
Yeah, she came down my nose. Let that image sink in, for a moment. She tightened her grip, as her cock began to pulse rapidly, sending her spunk down my throat, via my sinuses like the worst head cold that you dare to let yourself remember. Kendra spurted a weak load into my hand, and over my chest, pulling herself away, when she was satisfied.
“C-cum in my shitter,” I demanded, drunk on the filth of the moment, wanting to challenge the stranger who wanted to claim my ass within 5 minutes of meeting me. I sputtered up a bit of cum when I spoke, and had to cough it up.
“Fuck! Police! Scatter!” Someone at the back shouted. I heard multiple cars pull up, their tires screeching to a halt, as the entire menagerie scampered out of the back. Rondo essentially ripped me off of his shaft, and threw me back behind the bar. My super thick ass carried my lower body forward, as I landed on my dizzy head. My hooves crashed into the liquor rack, and got caught beneath, trapping me there, as up. An opened vodka bottle above me began teetering.
“No, no, no, no,” I pleaded, trying to get my legs to cooperate, but my torso was effectively pinned under my fat belly. The bottle fell neck down into my gaped, lubed, asshole. It stopped abruptly, as the neck gave way to the body. “Oh, thank God…” Then, my asshole relaxed again, eager to accept its new intruder as quickly as possible. I watched bubbles float up to the top of the bottle, forcing air inside, and like a watercooler in use, my bowels began gurgling, with an intense warmth.
Time slowed to a crawl as I watched it sink into me, like quicksand. Any time I tried to clench, to prevent it from going further, my ass would simply swallow it faster; doing nothing at all only returned it to its normal speed. Once I made it all the way to the body, where the width was uniform, I knew that there was no stopping it. My asshole ate an entire bottle of vodka. Only when I saw it pass the event horizon did I feel the alcohol reach my stomach. I turned my head aside, and began to void my guts of everything I had drank that afternoon.
“Oh, fucking Christ,” I heard one of the cops comment. Someone else vomited in the corner. “Someone call an…ambulance. Wait, is that… Eileen, what the hell? Again!?”
“Oink! Oink, oink, oink, oink…” I wasn’t a pig anymore. I was just a girl with a vodka bottle lodged in her ass. “Oin— er… Hello, officers. Could you help me, please?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5xq2t8/eileen_learns_what_a_furry_ishappy_hour