pope francis was at the strip club again. he had made a routine of coming here almost every night now, ever since his ex broke up with him.
tonight, he hoped to get some hottie stripper to have a one night stand with, or at least get blackout drunk. anything to help distract him from thinking about his ex
he felt eyes on him as he entered the strip club. and they weren't looking at him out of surprise that the pope was at a strip club, hell they probably had no idea he was the pope. they were all looking in disgust at the bright neon pink and green fox fursuit that he was wearing to disguise himself. turns out the pope is a closet furry. who knew?
he made his way towards the bar, seemingly oblivious to all the eyes staring at him and his disgusting pursuit. he sat down at the counter and ordered straight vodka from the bartender, who also cast him a strange look before getting him the vodka and placing it in front of him.
pope Francis picked up the vodka, and casually poured it over his pink furry fox head as he soureyed the strip club. so far, he didn't spot anyone he recognized, or anyone who he wanted to take home yet. this was fine, as he had all night.
as the night drew on, pope Francis had ordered a total of four more vodkas (all of which he wasted by pouring on his head) and still couldn't find anyone he wanted to approach. so he sighed and got up, deciding to actually try to socialize with people.
he moved through the crowed, which was fairly easy, as everyone seemed to be trying to avoid his eye blinding fursiut
then suddenly something caught his eye. it was one of the strippers, they looked familiar. he moved closer to get a better view, and audibally gasped, which made the few people who were actually standing close enough to hear him shoot annoyed looks at him, but he wasn't paying attention to that.
the stripper was his ex
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Trump x Pope Francis (smut)
Humorthis is just a crackfick i made as a joke. i wouldn't recommend reading as it is really fucking cringy
