Furry Party

You drive down the gravel driveway. This place is really far out of the way, but you've never been invited to a party by anthros before. Lights, music and the sounds of laughter drift on the night air as you approach the ranch house, walking past the various cars parked in the grass outside. When you open the door, you see various anthros of all kinds chatting and drinking, enjoying themselves. There's an empty seat here in the living room, or you could go to the kitchen and get a drink.

You pull off of the highway, checking the address again. The sun as just gone down, and you can see the bonfire burning in the distance. You park next to the other cars haphazardly clustered on this side of the field and start walking toward the bonfire. Light, music and the sounds of laughter drift on the night air. You've never really been invited to a party by anthros before. As you get closer, you can see various anthros of all kinds chatting and drinking, enjoying themselves. A pickup truck is parked closest to the fire with a keg and some ice chests in the back with a group hanging around it, or you could sit on one of the logs, and there's even a group of stargazers out further in the field, laying on blankets and sleeping bags.

You double check the address as you pull into the parking lot of the warehouse. Bright lights flashed through the open door, and the bass was thumping so hard you could feel it through your feet. You'd never really hung out with anthros before, and when you'd found the invite shoved under your door, you figured, why not give it a shot? As you walk through the warehouse doors, lights flash and you can feel the music through your chest. Some tables have been set up with a big water cooler as well as various intoxicants, and a stage was set up with a DJ mixing music live. A press of furry bodies bounced in time with the beat, waving glowsticks, although several old couches and beanbag chairs have been scattered around the periphery, where various anthros chatted and relaxed.

The large glass doors spill light out on the balcony of the fancy modern structure. You pull up alongside expensive cars parked along the paved driveway, slowly ascending the hill. Dense forest hems the perfectly manicured lawn, and several anthros look up from the hot tubs on the lower deck as you approach the home.

Through the front doors, held open by servants, you can see all kinds of anthros in elegant gowns and suits sip champagne on the lower level, sweeping stairs rising up onto the second floor while smartly-dressed waiters flow between them with various finger foods.

Behind the house, you can see more anthros out on the lawn, laughing and dancing while a live band plays.