Being the pussy you are, this choice isn’t really surprising, though this is probably safest out of some of the shit you could’ve gotten addicted to. Of course this pretty much means you’ve given up on the last vestiges of your heterosexuality, but having gay sex is probably the only way you’re going to get any at this point.

However regular homo love just ain’t gonna cut it for you. The moment you decided to prance around in a fur suit and jerk off to the shapely ass of a rabbit you embraced the life style of fur faggotry and all the abuse that comes with it.

Your status has just dropped even lower and even other basement dwellers you talk to online now think you’re lame. You don’t care though, because you find a site where your kind can freely talk to each other without the fear of being called a furfag. (Well okay the site gets trolled every other week, but it’s still the best a fur fag like you can hope for)

Eventually you chat up some faggot that likes dressing up as a fucking cat. (His name is Tom) It’s not a rabbit, but he actually lives in your state so he’ll do! Fortunately this guy seems to have a little more money than you, so he offers to meet you at some hotel and pay for everything.

The day you leave to meet Tom, your mom just shakes her head regretting the day she was too drunk to fight off your dad’s date raping that resulted in your conception that night.

When you get to the hotel that’s when you meet Tom in all his furry glory. The two of you don’t spend too much time talking; after all you two have been doing all the getting to know you stuff online. Now you’re both just interested in hot furry love.

The pair of you furfags yiff it up and take turns sucking each others dicks and taking it up the ass. Your fursuits are taking a beating with all the cum, spit, blood and shit leaking out of various orifices, but after all is said and done the pair of you are happy. (If sore and chaffed)

You and Tom fall asleep in each others arms dreaming of a furry world…

The next morning you are both rudely and violently awakened.

“GET UP FURFAGS! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!” a man in jet black riot gear yells.
“Phew! It smells like shit and wet dog in this motherfucker!” another remarks.
“Wha…” is all you can say before you’re pulled out of the bed and dragged by your tail out of the hotel and thrown into a van. You see Tom try to fight back, but he’s severely beaten and then two shots placed in his head.

You cry out and try to leave the van when you see this, but a rifle butt to your face prevents that plan. The door is then slammed shut. After shaken off the cobwebs you notice other furries in the van with you. That’s when you swallow hard (Even more than last night) and realize what’s going on and it’s the day that all furries have feared would come.

THE FINAL FURSECUTION IS AT HAND!

Yes furfag, the world has finally had enough, and day of righteous cleansing has come! All of you degenerates are globally rounded up and placed into camps!

The executions go on through the night as furry bodies fall into mass trenches and the skies are gloriously filled with the black smoke of your burning fur and flesh.

Minutes before your own death you scream out wondering why nobody is stopping this, after all they stopped this for the Jews and everyone hates them!

Well you’re forgetting one thing; Jews are actually useful, like being comedians and killing Arabs. Furries on the other hand are a pathetic waste of a zygote and serve no purpose other than to be fucking hanged.

“We will be remembered! You can’t erase history!” you shout.
“Hah, we already are. Soon nobody will ever know about you fuckers ever again and the world will be thankful of that! Got any last words?”

You resign yourself to your fate, but still remain defiant in your last moments.

“I’m proud to be a Furry!” you exclaim before getting your brains splattered all over the place.

“Yiff in fucking Hell Furfag.”