The Fursecution of Sammy Lightyear

Warning: Pixie on Futa sex. Use of strap-ons. Fur-covered humans.

DISCLAIMER: This fic is for cheap laughs only. It is not meant as a commentary or intended to be an accurate portrayal of the furry community at large. It neither meant to inspire furry-hate or furry-love. I do play around with some of the more common stereotypes of the furry community but for the sake of cheap laughs only.

Sammy Lightyear and the Pixie of Doom

Sammy Lightyear and the Shota of Doom

The Fursecution of Sammy Lightyear

The four of them stood staring in open-mouthed shock at the huge crowd of people surrounding them . Finally Syrie turned to his sister and said, "Sis, I love...well, no, actually right now I hate you, but in either case sometimes you are an idiot."

"But I was so sure," was all Aerie could say in reply as she continued to stare at the scene around her.

For her own part Sammy was babbling as she stared at the mobs of people around her. "I must be dreaming. Someone pinch me and wake me up, I'm having a nightmare. I must be dreaming. Someone pinch me and wake me up, I'm having a nightmare. I must be dreaming. Someone pinch me and wake me up, I'm having a nightmare. I must be dreaming. Someone pinch me and wake me up, I'm having a nightmare. I must be dreaming. Someone pinch me and wake me up, I'm having a nightmare. I must be dreaming. Someone pinch me and wake me up, I'm having a night-."

Aerie finally snapped and slapped Sammy on her ass. "Snap out of it! You are not dreaming! This is very real."

"Hey, don't go off on her," Syrie said, rounding on his sister. "This is all your fault!"

"But I honestly thought this was a convention for people with fur coats," Aerie protested.

Aerie pointed up to the giant banner hung from the domed ceiling of the vast convention center which read, '231st annual Palisadae Furs Convention'. "This is a tropical resort. Who in their right mind would wear heavy fur coats to this place? Well, other than us four that is?" Syrie gave his sister a look of utter disgust.

"Yeah, I have to say I'm sweating my ass off," Sammy agreed. "And that's not hyperbole. Sweat is quite literally rolling off my ass and running down my legs. I could probably wring a liter of sweat out my socks right now."

"I have to say I myself am quite comfortable," Verdandi said.

"Hey, if you think we have it bad just imagine being in a fursuit like all these motherfuckers" Aerie said. "So stop complaining."

"What is the purpose of this gathering?" Verdandi asked. "Is it a religious observance?"

Aerie laughed. "Yeah, it's the kind of religious observance that usually ends with guys in fursuits sodomizing each other. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just that fursuits make me itchy."