You're whored out to the hypnotist's other victims.

From Create Your Own Story

"You made a decent enough fuck, boy," the wolf growls heavily, with a dark snarl in his lips. "Better than I expected in a body as weak as yours. Though I'm afraid you have too much integrity for a specimen as lowly as yourself. I suppose the job of knocking you down a few pegs falls to me."

Your master steps over you once more, and your breath catches tightly in your throat, almost gasping in desire for your lord. His command comes clearly. "On all fours once more, rat."

You present yourself as commanded, and raise your tail. You can feel the wolf's cum dribbling down your taint, and over your tight balls. You gaze up to your master, to seem him address the others sitting in the theater, all of whom seem to stare blankly, emotionlessly forward. His cock still stands at its full attention, in all of its girthy knotted glory, even despite his orgasm mere minutes earlier. Yet, that doesn't seem to be his main focus...

Your master raises one hand, and speaks. "Men, stand." Every male in the theater stands in synchrony. The movement seemed... robotic. You lack much of the processing power to analyze exactly what's happening, so you simply remain on all fours. Then, of course, the wolf's next command... "Fuck him."

And they do. For the next...hours, days, weeks? You're fucked, bareback, doggystyle. Men of all different shapes and sizes mount you from behind and drive into your slutty asshole, adding another round of warm cum into the cocktail present. With every passing lover taking you from behind, you feel your willpower, your ability to resist the wolf's demands, diminish, drift away in the wind. You feel yourself growing more emotionless, less thoughtful, less independent, with every robotic thrust of a hypnotized male behind you.

You're thrown out of the theater. You stumble forward and fall on your face, before you recover your balance. Your eyes widen and your head snaps to look over your shoulder, only to see the fetish theater door lock behind you. Suddenly, a brilliant, bursting pain strikes your temple and your gut. It feels like every horrible hangover you've ever had, compounded in one horrible sensation. You groan in pain.

You have no clue how long you were in there. You can feel some dried cum around your ass and taint, and some streaks over your back and ass, but other than that, you have no physical evidence of what you've been through. You groan as your headache worsens. You struggle up to your feet, and stumble down the hall. You don't find your old clothes, but you did find someone else's dirty, discarded boxers, which you don with a shrug.

It'll take some time to understand what just happened. But for now, you just try to find your way home. Maybe you'll find your way back when this headache passes...

END

Furry Status (you)
Health	100	Equipment: Nothing
Gender	Male
Species	Mouse