I hold a personal belief that I will try anything sexually. I think that you cannot figure out what really turns you on until you’ve tried many different kinks, fetishes or sexual situations. I’m not the kind of person to judge someone on their fetishes – I have a few odd ones myself. So when I met a guy I was interested in and he told me he was a furry, I was willing to give it a try.
If you aren’t sure what a furry is, it’s someone who dresses up as their “animal spirit” but retains some human characteristics, like walking on two legs and retaining human speech and facial expressions. Some furries also play these roles in the bedroom, keeping their animal costumes on while having sex.
I was excited to find out what my animal spirit was. I had ideas of grandeur about what my animal spirit could be – a tiger, an alligator, a peacock or maybe a beautiful swan! Oh, the possibilities of my wild spirit were exciting to me. I’ve always loved dressing up in costume – something about becoming someone different from yourself has always been appealing to me.
Tom, the furry, and I were supposed to role play later that week, and I’ll admit I got busy and may have procrastinated on getting my costume together. Really, how hard could it be to find an attractive animal costume in the winter? Apparently, pretty hard.
I ended up being a beaver. Yes, this was my “animal spirit.” A beaver –with a green ball cap. I looked like someone who should have been on the side of the road waving a sign saying, “We Buy Gold!” The costume was suffocating and itchy, and I began to sweat. This was definitely NOT what I had in mind for my elegant animal spirit. I did not feel sexy at all. I felt like…well…a beaver.
As I came out of the bathroom, Tom was waiting for me in his furry costume – a lion. I walked over to him with unease as the sweat dripped from my back to my ankle. Tom was turned on; I was terrified.
It was in this moment that I realized he was turned on by my beaver costume, and not me. I suddenly regretted the life choices that had led up to this very moment. He started humping my beaver costume like something you’d see on a National Geographic episode. The beaver costume started to chafe against my body as I stood there in a “deer-in-the-headlights” look.I stopped him and explained that this was not something I could do.
Leaving Tom disappointed in his room, I walked to my car holding my beaver head under my arm, and after I stuffed my beaver-self in my small Hyundai, I burst out laughing.
I had tried something that was very outside of my comfort zone and found that it wasn’t my thing. And really, that’s all right. My kink doesn’t have to be your kink.
Total BS. Furries spend anywhere from $1000 to $5000 on elaborate fursuits. Not costumes. If they are into sex in fur suit, which only a tiny few are, they have the suits constructed with zippers and flaps and “strategically placed holes” for easy access.
As for what a furry is, we are members if a very diverse community with thousands of artists. Writers and fursuiters. A scant handful ever role play in the manor you describe and none of them would want to hump you in a cheap rental beaver costume. 85 percent of Furries are mail. 15% or female. 25% are gay. 50% or bisexual. 15% or straight. And 10% are questioning.
Atlanta has a very active furry community. If you are interested in meeting real Furries anted you want to really understand the fetish aspects of the fandom, attend Furry Weekend Atlanta in March. Look it up. Then write a real article.
Markos
Publisher
Furry News Network
This article reads as fiction, mostly because it really comes off as such. This hastily written piece of fan fiction tells a story of someone who magically obtained a very expensive fursuit and then met their friend that they were to roleplay with (because everyone drops a few grand to get “kinky” in something they don’t know about) but when they met them near a restroom, they felt terrible about how he was attracted to the giant stuffed mascot outfit and not herself. Even though, I mean as far as kinks go, that’s pretty hot to think someone is attracted to something you’re wearing.
The reality of this story would be someone who went and spent several thousand dollars and waited on a very long wait list in order to obtain their suit manufactured by one of the few artisans that make the things who are in constant high demand. At this point, they would wear it at some event with other furries, who would be embracing them and giving them high fives and everyone would be having fun. The scene at the bathroom would play out without the inner dialogue of fear that the guy was attracted to your suit. Instead, you’d think about how he was attracted to your personality in-between the fact that he too is dying from the heat.
Please rewrite this article with a more realistic approach so I may properly enjoy your fanfiction attempting to further stigmatize a really nice and kind fandom that is misunderstood on the basic principle that people judge secular online components as the entire thing, as this article also makes a sweeping suggestion furry is a “kink” and not just a group of cool dudes who want to roleplay they are animals and hang out and have fun.