The Bad Boys' Soft Boys' Lonely Hearts Club - The Full Package

The Treasonous Treason Of A Traitorous Traitor

The blue furry looks around, then at the sky, with all the beautiful tapestry of stars never seen in modern cities, then at the floating platform we are in. "You mean, this isn't the Boston Marriott Copley Hotel?"

"Nope. Forest in the middle of nowhere. How did you even get here in the first place?"

The furry looks down as his animatronic ears lop down with a mechanical whirl. His stitched smile doesn't sell it as well, though. "I dunno, man. I just got into a shuttle at the airport with a bunch of other people I thought were furries. Next thing I knew, I was brought here. No wonder everyone's fursuit looks so real!"

"Good, good," I say.

Again, the furry turns towards Bulsion, reaching out to touch his shoulders. "So, no quickie, then?"

This is why furries don't deserve human rights. Wanna be animals? Be treated like an animal. Sadly, I don't have a spray bottle full of water to punish the horny away.

"Hey, blue bitch!" growls the Vamwolf, making the furry jump in anticipation. "You're some kind of pervert, right? Like to have balls slap you in the face?"

I'm glad there is a whole-ass fursuit between me and the guy, because I can literally feel him shake with anticipation. His ears perk up while another mechanical whirl activates his tail left and right. "Yes, daddy, uwu. This good boy likes to be hit in the face with balls!"

"Good, then you will be my shield," says the vampwolf.

Needless to say, his words are like a cold bucket over the furry. Even his tail goes down in whatever the feeling contrary to horniness is. Holiness?

"The rest of you," says the Vampwolf, turning towards us, "don't get in my way. And don't dare touch that mutt McHuman. His ass is grass, and I'm a mower."

"Again, the only people that can tell me what to do are my daddies, and I have two of them already," I say. "You fucking watch your profanity, and be a good flying rat."

I think I struck a nerve there. The Vamwolf, just like Bulsion before him, stands up straight and puffs his chest, just with a pair of bat breasts instead of a brisket. Somehow, I don't think that Kentucky Fried Bat would be a good hit with the youth, though. He breaks the huddle, taking a step forward towards me. I mean, his raw breasts are right there at eye level. The guy is huge. If he thinks he's gonna intimidate me with his girth, well, sorry to tell you, but-

"I'm sorry," says the Vamwolf, slumping forwards like a wet chicken, "I know I'm being irritable. It's just... look, I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't care who the next protector is, I just wanna make sure that Okayden dick doesn't make it. I'm just stressed out. As the alpha of my pack, I can't afford myself to lose. You understand, right?"

Everyone gives him an understanding nod, even the furry. I, however, am too normy to understand the subtext. "Yeah, no. I don't."

The Vamwolf scratches the back of his head like a kid caught selling his mother's underwear to his friends for a nickel. "C'mon, human. Don't make me spell it out for you."

"You don't need to spell it. As a protagonist, I can read everything. But I can't read your mind. Spill the beans, Count Dankula."

He sighs, deflating those hairy breasts of his', grabbing his other hand while avoiding my eyes. "Look, there can't be two alpha werewolves in a pack. If he wins, he will be the alpha of the whole forest. When a new alpha takes control of a pack, the old alpha becomes an Omega, the bitch of the pack, to be the alpha's plaything. And I'm too young to get pregnant! Hell, I'm still a rear-end virgin..."

I'm sorry, am I missing something? "How does one thing lead to the other? And I'm sorry to ask this, as I know that gender is something we shouldn't assume, but... aren't you a boy werewolf?"