I wasn’t sure what the f**k I was doing there, standing in front of a converted warehouse with a rabbit mask tucked under my arm, but my c**k was already half-hard just thinking about what was inside. The invite had come through a guy I’d hooked up with once—a link, a password, and three words that sealed it: furry orgy party.
The bass thumped through the walls, low and steady, and when I finally walked in, it was like stepping into another world. Dim lights. Colored strobes. Dozens of bodies in fur suits moving, grinding, f*****g. Fox tails wagging against asses, padded paws groping c***s, slick moans blending with music.
I pulled the rabbit head on, the plush ears flopping against my shoulders, and suddenly I wasn’t me anymore. I was prey. A little rabbit in a den of predators. And f**
