Whore the fox-boy out.
From Create Your Own Story
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Current revision as of 23:46, 12 December 2019
You force the fox onto his knees and position him up against the bathroom stall's wall, where a gloryhole has been skillfully carved. While he's still adjusting to his surroundings, you pick up his graphic t-shirt and dig your claws into one of the seams. You start to rip it apart, carefully extracting a long strip of black fabric from the remains of the shirt. A makeshift blindfold. You wrap it around his eyes and tie it tightly around his skull, before patronizingly patting him on top of the head. "Stay put. When a cock presses up against your muzzle, you'll suck it. It's that or the cops."
He nods slightly, and presses his muzzle up against the gloryhole, waiting patiently. Confident that the teen won't be going anywhere, you step out of the stall, close it behind you, and slip back out into the bar. You start making the rounds, trying to find any guy in the bar who's looking horny, lonely, or simply mean. You whisper to them what you're doing and where it's happening, and move on to find someone else.
By the time you make your way back to the bathroom, there's a line well past the door. You nudge your way through and make it all the way over to the back stall. Upon opening the door, you see quite the sight.
The one-innocent fox-boy you picked up from the bar is kneeling, just as you left him, up against the gloryhole. He hasn't touched the blindfold, but his hand is a blur between his legs, desperately jacking off his knotty cock. A massive equine cock thrusts through the hole in the wall to drive into his throat, eliciting a little gurgle from the teen before you. Judging from the sticky white stains running all over his cheeks, chin, throat, and chest, it looks like the horny stallion in the stall over isn't your fox-boy's first companion since you left.
Chuckling to yourself, you step out of the stall again and stand guard outside, keeping an eye on the line. You start collecting a crisp ten-dollar bill from each lustful male looking to have a go at the fox's throat, and nearly all are more than happy to oblige. In a mere hour or two, you've made yourself quite the tidy profit.
The line of bachelors isn't slowing down. But maybe it's time to mix things up.
| Furry Status | ||
| Health | 98 | Equipment:
Phone, Wallet, Keys, Cinderblock Uniform |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Lion | |
