Furry: My Fuzzy Fantasy

Furry: My Fuzzy Fantasy

Most of my life, I’ve felt I had to hide, be what was expected. That is, until I stepped into the world of fur. Furries to be exact. This is where I found it was ok to be me — unashamed and unapologetic. I could step out, hidden in plain sight. Release all inhibition, truly let my wild side take over. Furry is my fuzzy fantasy.

My fur suit of choice is a Koala. Not only because I’m small in stature. I love to be fuzzy, cuddly, and cute, while being my bossy, dominant self. Makes me feel like an enigma of sorts. A mash-up of things that don’t quite make, that’s me. First, I started as a spectator. Before I knew it, I was a full-blown member. Then I was running clubs, events, and parties. I became well-known in the furry community fast. If you ever see a little grey Koala, chances are it’s me!

From an outsider’s point of view, it looks like any other convention or ballroom. Until you step inside, the space transforms. A hint of romance along with flirty energy. The crowd is a mix of veterans, first-timers, and spectators. The shared energy, where sensuality meets fantasy and exploration, is encouraged.

A Furry Fuck Fest

First, I hit the dance floor, letting my freak flag fly. My Furry suit, like many others, has a removable crotch. So there I was, bumping and grinding with my naughty bits exposed, which can be particularly pleasurable when a fluffy paw, or furry tail, finds its way to caress my part.

There was a sea of Furry bodies dancing under the strobe lights. Then I found a friend from a prior convention. I don’t know her as anything other than Panda, but she also leaves her bits exposed to be pet. So, of course, I greet her in that way. She returns the favor. I met her at the Rainbow: A Lucky Gang Bang.

Here we are grinding on one another, stimulating each other’s hot, sweaty, pussies in the middle of a Furry orgy. No one notices or cares because most are doing the same. We continue dancing until we both have our juices going, so to speak. When we can’t contain ourselves any longer, she grabs my paw in hers and leads me to one of the beds. Then she lays me down with my legs outstretched. Next, place one leg below me and one over me. Then she scoots down, so our pussies meet.

A Sexy Furry Koala 

The sensation is indescribable, as the hairs from her suit and mine brush against my most sensitive area. As she rubs her hot, wet, fleshy pussy against mine, neither of us can see or hear through the music and the suits. So the focus is solely on the stimulation. As we both grind simultaneously into one another, chasing our own orgasms. Which came and went as the minutes elapsed.
Exploding all over one another in a mix of juices, sweat, and excitement. As she grinds, I thrust into her. Like a teeter-totter of pleasure, stimulating one another without ever actually knowing each other personally.

Instead, on an animalistic level. Where our primal urges and desires take the driver’s seat — driving us into orgasmic bliss.
Although technically strangers. We share an unspoken bond, knowing each other by bodies and urges, not on a human level. To me makes the experience that much more enjoyable. Even with just us two through the eye hole in our suits, I could see an excited crowd surrounding us. Something about those around seeing our display with no idea of our true identities made the deed that much more enjoyable. Watching a Furry fuck must be fun.

As we flipped over and over on the bed, our groins hungrily writhing and thrusting into one another. Finally, I felt her succumb to her own orgasm. Which gave me the opportunity to climb on top of her and powerfully thrust myself against her swollen, drenched pussy lips in triumph.

My reward? I orgasmed powerfully,

Yanking both of our suits as I squirted while climaxing. As we gathered ourselves. The crowd that had gathered was also pleasuring themselves, enjoying the unspeakable acts we committed for all to see. It was like a Furry fuck fest.

As the night progressed, there were similar acts. I found a few submissives excited at the reward of licking me clean. I truly felt like the belle of the ball, as I’m sure she did as well. By the end of the night, I had three on a lease ready to grovel at my feet. As the Mistress of phone sex should.

I like for my presence to be known and appreciated. Even if I am anonymous while doing so. Be sure to look for a crotchless koala next time you join a Furry convention. You just may be lucky enough to run into me. In my truest, rawest form, which is very rare in today’s society. Where it’s best to bore and confirm. Call me and let’s play my Furry fantasy.

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