Reluctantly Choose the Fursuit
From Create Your Own Story
After a quick weighing of your options, you decide the fursuit is the lesser of the two evils. After all, at least you're free to do what you want once you're back home.
“Just give me the fursuit” you say, and a devilish grin grows on the pimps face. He snaps his fingers and the servant with the fursuit walks over and gives it to you.
“Now put it on, now.” the pimp says, grin still present, “my servant will make sure you're wearing it properly.”
As the servant helps you get in the fursuit you can't help but feel a foreboding dread at the days ahead. As the head of suit finally goes over you, you feel claustrophobic, hot, and constricted.
“Now don't you be tryin' to remove that before the deal is done boy, I'll know if you try to get out of my game,” the black man turns to his servant, “now escort the boy to the drop off.” He snaps his fingers, and the servant puts a bag over your new head, and leads you to the car.
The next thing you know you're pulled out of the car, the bag is ripped off of you, and the car is driving off.
You're in New York City, now the question is just how do you get home?
