Furry Fantasy

Nothingness, absolutely nothing… at first. Then sounds slowly snake their way into your perception. Just noise without context or meaning… then pain, a throbbing warm sensation squeezing upon your skull, compressing your focus into the simple sensation. Consciousness and thought begin to stream through your grey matter, informing you the noises were sounds of voices of both merriments and frustrations, wooden furniture being moved or bounced on hard floors, and wooden mugs slammed to tables in tandem with the chorus of voices. The light pierced into your perception painfully, forcing your vision to return to darkness momentarily before unconsciously letting the light back in. Finally, you were you again, you once again in control of your actions but the painful headache remained. Around you were the sources of that sound, become a clear picture of your standard adventure-oriented tavern. In the corner were a quartet of off tuned drunkards dressed in guard uniforms swinging in locked arms around shoulders with a mug in each of their hands, spilling ale and cheerful attitudes towards the audience of none. The frustrations you heard came from a massive rhino man and a lanky looking human girl locked hands in an intense arm-wrestling match. Around them was a gathering of spectators making bets and cheering their respective gamble on. The rhino grunted while his arms bulged, and his grip struggled around the lanky girl’s hand. The girl has a scar under her left eye and a smug smile on her face making it obvious she had some sort of nefarious advantage here, hinting as to why the rhino was struggling against her. She made a crass motion with her free hand, a peace symbol on her lips signaling him to lick her cunt causing more frustration to sound out from the rhino’s throat. Close to you, on your left, were two cat girls chasing after some poor pissed off fairy, who was swearing at them in an accent that was hard to pin. The two girls had more human than cat in them as their ears and tails were the only catlike things on them, but clearly their brains were more cat than human as they chased that poor fairy around like a toy. Breeze hit you from the other side of the room as the door opened to welcome yet another patron. The bartender to your right slides down his station to greet them and take their order. Shrill anger sounded out to your left, “Hey! Let go you stupid b-… MRFF.” The purple haired cat girl in a rogue’s outfit suddenly had a fat cheek and a fairy’s wing sticking out of her plump lips. Her compatriot started to protest her friend to give her the snack shaped toy. Nothing about the scene giving you a clue to why or how you got here. The headache finally letting up, giving you a moment to finally collect your thoughts while the weight on your body that kept you sitting here released its hold on your limbs.