Check out the fetish theater.
From Create Your Own Story
You approach the fetish theater with a little bounce in your step. As you get closer, you begin to hear...something you're honestly not even sure you comprehend. It sounds like the radio static, but far, far louder, and almost ear-splitting high-pitched mechanical screech. You think you can hear howling, too- though whether in pain or pleasure, you have no idea. The white noise seems to permeate through your entire body, and feels almost impossible to ignore. Without thinking about anything anymore, you push the door open and step inside.
The first thing you notice is the gargantuan flatscreen on the far wall. In many ways, it's exactly like any other theater, with an array of seats at various heights. The lights are generally quite dim, with the exception of the screen before you. You gaze up at it in wonder.
The screen is playing...something. You can't quite wrap your mind around what, exactly, it is. It's a dizzying series of twisting and turning abstract shapes, constantly revolving, growing, shrinking, multiplying and dividing. With a shudder, you realize it's quite similar to that of stereotypical hypnotism, with a revolving swirl- although this seems far more complex and advanced.
Down at the lowest level of seats are two figures. One is a large mare, with soft brown fur and gorgeous curves. She's completely nude and bent over one of the theater seats. A huge wolf, at least two feet taller than you and monstrously muscular, stands behind her, roughly thrusting behind her and driving into her sloppy cunt. He lets out a ferocious snarl and drives balls-deep into her, presumably reaching his climax. After a few more minutes, he pulls out of her and shoves her onto the floor. "Out." The single word rumbles all through the theater, deep and powerful, with a strength you've never witnessed before. Simply being in his presence and witnessing his majesty makes you shudder. The mare climbs to her hooves and, without another word, walks out of the theater.
As she passes you, you notice her face. She's completely blank of any expression, with dull, unseeing eyes and still, robotic motions. Only now do you realize you hadn't heard her moan or cry out once- she remained in silence through all of the wolf's fucking. You glance around the theater and realize there are quite a few others sitting in seats across the theater. All stare forward, seeming almost mindless.
Then...
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Nothing |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Mouse | |
