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A furry lesbian!?

"You're a furry lesbian!?" you yelp as you look at yourself in the mirror. "What the Hell Jessie? Is this part of the spell the witch put on you, or were you like this before?"

You pace frantically back and forth, your tail swishing anxiously and your new breasts jiggling to your annoyance. You fold your arms over your chest to stop the jiggling. You look at your foxified girlfriend and speak with a panicked voice.

"Don't get me wrong, Jess. I like girls with cute little fox ears as much as the next guy, but I'm identical to you! This is just way too creepy for me!"

To make you even more disconcerted, Jessie hasn't said anything. She is simply looking at you with a "come hither" look, and her tail is swaying back and forth seductively. You walk up to her and grab her by the shoulders, starting to get hysterical.

"Jessie! What am I going to do!? We need to get de-furried, I need to get re-maled and we need to fix this whole mess! What can we do now!?"

Jesse motions behind you to a small flask lying on the floor next to you and speaks.

"She said to drink from that if we want to take the next step. While you were sleeping, she told me that she was looking for partners, not slaves. When we're ready, she wants us to drink and become closer to being witches ourselves. If I hadn't turned you into... well... me, she would have killed you or transformed you into something worse. There are no male witches after all"

She pauses for a moment before continuing. You open your mouth to say you wouldn't mind being a human warlock, not a creepy kitsune witch Jessie clone, but now is not the time to question your situation.

"I don't know what will happen if we drink it, but if we want to stay alive long enough to figure a way out of this mess, we should go along with it until we see a way out. When she trusts us, we betray her. Plus, I don't see why we can't have a little fun in these forms."

Then when she sees the look of horror on your face, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

You pick up the flask and unscrew the top. You sniff the top and smell nothing. Do you dare drink the strange concoction, or do you find another way out, or do you give the fanboys what they want and inexplicably have lesbian sex with your girlfriend as a furry clone of her.


Written by Noman

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