by Patch O'Furr
Or should I say “manhandled?” Nah… Dogpiled. That’s more like it.
This story is no reason for alarm. It’s just a P.S.A. to say “hey guys, look out for each other!”
With this story, I’m assuming:
- You’re a furry, or at least you don’t hate them. (It’s in-group stuff.)
- You don’t hate hearing about adult activity, with a disclaimer that it’s a special sub-interest that doesn’t define furries.
The fur was flying at a party that was very loud, crowded and gay. Muffled music was coming through my fursuit head. I was bouncing around and giving hugs to everyone, from “just friends” all the way to grinding if they wanted. People know I’m into that (in the right time and place,) even if they come up behind me and I can’t tell who it is. Basically, “if you see my fursuit, that’s my consent.”
A guy shoved up in the darkness, and I thought he was a regular. He started pawing my junk, and his friend crowded in and yanked my belt off. She got rough because I had suspenders on it holding up my tail. That’s when I got surprised and flustered, because furries aren’t aggressive. Even when there’s “instant consent” with ones I can’t see, they’re respectful, but this was rough handling by outsiders.