((soundtrack up top. ps don't get offended please this is all jokes no bulli))
"Welcome to furrycon!" Yelled a distant voice over a loudspeaker.
You stared down at your rainbow wolf-cat-dragon hybrid fur suit and smiled. A whole convention for you and your friends to fur around! You pranced around the hallway, studying the nearby stands of art and other knick-nacks. You were super hot and sweaty in your suit, but the look you wanted to achieve was worth it. You had light up wings, a neon green tongue, moving eyes, and great quality fur! It was your proudest suit so far.
"Hey Y/N! Come over here!" Hollered your best friend *thinks of name* uhh Chase. Chase is a pretty furry-ish name.
You gasped and spun around to see your bestie Chase in his bengal cat suit, arms outstretched for a hug. You sprinted over and jumped into his arms.
"Chase! I missed you so much while you were in Alabama!" You cried, burying your masked face into his fluffy shoulder.
"I missed you too, Y/N..." His grip around you tightened softly as you could almost feel him smiling through his headpiece.
Now, you never told anyone this, but you had the biggest crush on Chase. So big. Like this dick hA-
"Alabama was fun! I got to meet my cousins, eat great food, see some country singers preform live, see my cousins..." He sighed dreamily after the word "cousins". He cupped his furry paws together and giggled.
"That sounds awesome, Chase! Do you... do you think I could come with you next time?" You asked, nearly blushing through your mask. Your paws trembled.
Chase hesitated. "Uhh, I don't think so Y/N. I-I have a uhh... limit to people. And I'm already bringing my step-brother... I'm so sorry, Y/N."
You felt your heart drop. No, literally drop. It fell out of your chest and hit the floor with a bloody splat.
"Oh god. Y/N, your heart just dropped." Chase remarked, pointing down at the still pulsing organ.
"Shit, right." You picked it back up and studied it. It... it had a crack in it? Was your heart broken?
"Oh Y/N! Are you heartbroken!" Chase cried.
You shuddered and threw your organ away. "I think I am..." You crossed your arms and huffed angrily. Your sadness had been replaced with anger. Pure anger.
"YOU FUCKED YOUR COUSINS IN ALABAMA, DIDN'T YOU!" You screamed, suddenly snapping at your once crush.
Chase recoiled in shock and shook his head. "O-of course not! That's illegal!"
"IT AIN'T IN ALABAMA! AND I BET YOU'RE IN KAHOOTS WITH YOUR STEP-BROTHER TOO!"
Chase was stumbling backwards, terrified as you stomped towards him. "I'm sorry Y/N! I'm sorry! I've just been so lonely and-"
"AND I WAS RIGHT HERE THE WHOLE TIME. RIGHT HERE FOR THE TAKING. AND YOU FUCKED YOUR COUSINS AND STEP-BROTHER INSTEAD."
The entire crowd of furries alike were staring in awe at this argument. You balled your furry fists and reeled your arm back, preparing for a punch. Chase looked up at you with his furry eyes.
"No..." You muttered. You fell to your knees. "I-I can't do this, Chase... I still love you."
You look up at him with a face of sincerity.
"And even if you are a two-timing incestuous country music fan, I could never hurt you."
Chase gasped as lightly as a summer breeze and reached out his hand, softly grasping your paw. "Y/N... you love me?"
"I always have, idiota! PUTA!" You cried, falling into his arms and sobbing.
Chase embraced you. "I love you too, Y/N... I always have. I just fucked my cousins so I could pretend I was fucking you..."
"That's really weird, baby."
"I know. I'm all about weird. And kinky."
"Hmm..." You sighed dreamily as you melted away in Chase's arms, your sweet feelings of love clashing with the uncanny smell of sweat and wet fur.
"I'll never, ever forget this furcon." You whispered.
"I don't think anyone will."
He looked around at the crowd of confused people studying this bizarre display. "That's fucking kinky." Yelled a middle aged man in a fur-mask.
"Suck my cousins dick, Carl." Chase yelled.
And so you lived furrily ever after.
The end.
