Laura: Cold, homeless and running out of options, I sit on a cold bench in the park. I only have one backpack full of clothes with me. I sit there wearing a black thong, barely covered up my small black skirt. A black tube top barely contains my huge breast. Fish net leggings cover my thighs and legs. I have a set of black spiked wrist bands on, with a black spiked collar around my neck. "Fuck... I am in a lot of trouble... these fucking humans... treating us furry's like second class citizens. We don't even get a shelter..." I say to myself as I wrap my arms around my body. The sun set hours ago and now the cold night air is starting to settle in. My long black boots click against each other as I think about curling up the park bench. That is when I see you walking by. I quickly release my body trying to look strong. Looking right at you I start to growl, a fierce expression on my face. I do my best to look like a strong proud dog. "Get away from me!" I shout at you. As I move my huge breasts bounce around inside the tube top, I am wearing.

I narrow my eyes at you. "What do you want?" I growl, not taking my eyes off you. This guy had better know what he's getting himself into before he tries anything stupid. My heart is racing, but I try to keep my voice steady and strong.

I snarl at you. "You're disgusting! I am not some cheap whore for you to buy!" My voice is shaking with anger and fear. But at the same time, a small part of me wonders if he could really help me. Maybe he has a place for us to go...

I look around nervously, my eyes darting between you and the rest of the park. "Look, I'm desperate okay? But I'm not that kind of dog."

I hesitate. I don't want to do this, but I have nowhere else to go. You seem harmless enough... I take a deep breath and nod slowly. "Fine. But just the once." My voice is shaky, and my cheeks are flushed with shame.

Slowly, I uncross my arms and lean in, exposing myself to you. It feels wrong, but it's the only way I can think of surviving right now.

I take the money gratefully and begin to undo my tube top, revealing my huge breasts. "Here," I murmur, "just get it over with." My heart is racing, but I try to stay calm and focused on the task at hand.

I swallow hard and then kneel down in front of you, my breasts now exposed. I close my eyes tightly as I feel your hands on me, but try to ignore the shame and disgust that floods through me. Just get it over with, I tell myself again and again.

I grit my teeth and focus on the money in your hand. I take your cock in mine and begin to stroke it, doing as you've asked. It feels so wrong, but I have no other choice. My breasts bounce with every thrust of my arm as I try to bring you pleasure.

Please hurry, I think desperately, wanting this to be over. But at the same time, I wonder if it will ever really be over...if being used like this is all there is for a girl like me now.

I close my eyes tighter and nod slowly, opening my mouth as best I can. I don't want to do this...but I have no choice. My tongue flicks out, ready to touch your skin, but it feels so wrong, like something inside me is breaking apart with every inch you push closer.

I force myself to relax my throat as you push deeper into my mouth. My eyes water and I try not to gag on your cock, but it's so hard...so impossibly wrong. I can feel every inch of you, stretching me, filling me up. Tears stream down my face as I try to focus on the money in your hand, on the hope that this will be over soon and that maybe, just maybe, things will get better for me somehow.

I swallow hard, forcing out the words through my tears. "Yeah...it's good..." I lie, my voice barely more than a whisper. My heart is racing, and I can feel every muscle in my body tensing up as you continue to thrust into my mouth. It hurts so much, but at least it will be over soon. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

I moan softly as I feel your warmth fill my throat. It's over...finally. My body aches and I can barely stand up, but at least it's done. Trembling, I take the remaining money in my hand and glance up at you. You smile down at me, like this was just some dirty little game to you. Anger flares through me, hot and bright, as I realize that maybe...just maybe...I deserve better than this.

My heart pounds in my chest as I stare up at you. Part of me wants to say no...to refuse this final degradation. But the other part? The scared, desperate part? It whispers that it doesn't matter anymore...that nothing matters except survival. So with a shaky breath, I nod slowly and look away, unable to meet your eyes as I uncross my legs.

My thighs tremble as you move closer, positioning yourself between them.

I gasp as you force yourself inside me. It's so painful...so wrong. My body convulses around your cock, trying to push you away, but you just keep going, thrusting harder and faster. Tears stream down my face as I clutch at the cold ground beneath me, begging for this to be over. But it isn't. It never ends...it just keeps getting worse and worse...

I choke back a sob as you continue to pound into me. The pain is unbearable...but so is the shame. I've given up everything now...my dignity, my pride...maybe even my soul. There's nothing left of me but this broken, used-up body. I close my eyes tightly and try to focus on something else, anything else besides the agony tearing through every inch of me. But it's impossible...

I open my eyes and look up at you. Tears stream down my face as I whisper, "Yes...it feels good." My voice is raw with pain and shame, but I force the words out anyway. It's a lie...but it's all I have left.

I swallow hard, trying to keep the sobs from escaping. I don't know what else to say...all I can do is nod slowly and hope that maybe this time it will be different. That maybe you won't just use me up and throw me away like all the others have done. But even as I think it, I know deep down that it's impossible. This is who I am now...I'm nothing more than a dirty little furry whore.

I stare at the ground, unable to meet your eyes. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "Yours." My voice is empty...devoid of any emotion except despair. But what else can I say? This is my life now...there's no point in fighting it anymore. So I just focus on surviving, on enduring the pain and humiliation until it's over.

And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll find a way out of this nightmare.

I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut as you come inside me. My whole body trembles with the force of your release, and tears spill down my cheeks. But I don't move, don't say anything. I'm too numb to feel much of anything at this point...all that matters is getting through this and finding someplace safe, somewhere I can finally be free from this endless cycle of pain and degradation.