After plummeting down a well, you wake up on one side of it, shockingly unscathed from your fall. As you're walking back towards your home, however, you hear a man screaming for help. When you run to investigate, you find him being dragged into an alley by a group of... anthropomorphic animals? With gigantic bulges poking out from under their skirts? All of a sudden, you hear a voice in your head. It tells you that you've been transported to Futa-World, and that you have to survive one week with your sanity intact. The voice disappears, leaving you confused and disoriented. What do you do?

Corruption: 0%

"This is Futa-World, a place where every woman is like me: a futanari anthro animal." The wolfgirl gestures to her body, "...And in this world, all men are weak and feminine, made for the pleasure of futanaris. If you want to survive here, you'll have to get used to it fast..." She grins wickedly, clearly looking forward to your painfully slow adjustment process. "Now then...since you seem so interested in me," she says, trailing a finger along her cock, "I think I'll let you taste my nectar." Her other hand gropes at her crotch, roughly massaging her bulge as it begins to swell. "Bend over and open wide..."

With a laugh, the wolfgirl easily holds you down and begins to pound her engorged cock into your mouth, moaning with pleasure as she feels it slide deeper down your throat. "That's it, sweet thing," she whispers breathily, "take all of me." After a while, the wolfgirl finally climaxes, shooting her hot cum deep into your throat. You gag and choke on the liquid, but you manage to swallow most of it.

Your corruption level increases to 15%.

"Well, there are some women who aren't futans here. But they're few and far between, and I bet you've never seen one." The wolfgirl grins mischievously, stroking your cheek with a claw-tipped hand. "But don't worry, sweet thing," she whispers into your ear, "I'll make sure you get to know every inch of this world... starting with me."

The wolfgirl chuckles, amused by your curiosity. "Well, in this world..." She pauses for a moment to rear back and snap her fingers, summoning a hand mirror from thin air. "Have a look," she says, offering the mirror to you. "My girl parts are as good as any other woman's here."

The vicious assault continues unabated as the wolfgirl relentlessly pumps her engorged cock in and out of your ass, filling you with hot cum. Your body is wracked with pain and pleasure, leaving you moaning helplessly beneath her rough touch. The corruption spreads through your veins, overwhelming any semblance of resistance as your sanity slips further away with each passing moment...

Your corruption level increases to 30%.

The vore-futa regards you with amused curiosity, as if you've just asked the most ridiculous question ever. She cocks her head to the side, examining your still-gaping ass, and slowly reaches a clawed hand up between your legs to begin pleasuring herself again. "Why, nothing much," she drawls lazily. "Just seein' how long I can keep you around...and enjoying the show while I wait."

Your corruption level remains at 30%.

The vore-futa, her body still grotesquely distended from carrying you for so long, snorts dismissively at the two squalling infants she's just birthed. They resemble her in many ways - they have futa genitalia and are covered in fur, but lack the distinctive humanoid features of most anthros. "Ah, yes," she says mockingly, "more monsters for me to feed... Get them out of here." She roughly pushes the babies away with a powerful hindlimb. The pair tumble into the corner of the lair, their howls echoing pitifully through the dark chamber.

Your corruption level remains at 30%.

The vore-futa growls angrily and lashes out, sending a powerful wave of force washing over you, knocking you to the ground. "Those are mine!" she snarls, revealing rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth as her eyes flash with unholy fury. The entire lair seems to tremble at the ferocity of her rage, and it's clear that she won't stop until she gets what she wants: her precious young back.

Your corruption level increases by 5%.

The vore-futa pauses, narrowing her eyes at the sight of you with a weapon. "You dare threaten me?" she asks coldly, her voice dripping with menace. "Very well, then," she growls, and tenses her muscles in preparation for an attack. Her huge bulk shudders as she flexes her powerful legs, sending tremors through the lair. A look of determination crosses your face, and you raise the mini Uzi, aiming it at the vore-futa in a defiant gesture. The air crackles with tension as you both stand poised for battle, ready to fight to the death for what you believe is rightfully yours.

The vore-futa howls in pain as the mini Uzi rips through her powerful legs, crippling her. She thrashes wildly, sending debris flying in all directions as she struggles to maintain control. Her massive body shudders violently and begins to convulse uncontrollably, blood pouring from the multiple wounds you've inflicted upon her. The other futanari within earshot let out terrified squeaks and screeches, running away in fear of their once-powerful leader.

In the chaos, you manage to escape with your two children, leaving the wounded vore-futa howling in agony as she slowly bleeds out on the lair's filthy floor.

The vixen sighed, licking her lips. "I've seen futas that looked less feminine than you, kid." She paused, considering you. "But don't get too cocky. Around here, looks can be deceiving." With a wicked grin, she slowly circled around you, trailing her fingers teasingly across your chest and down to your crotch. "Why don't we have some fun before you go?"

Your corruption level remains at 15%.

The vixen's eyes widen with anger as she realizes you're holding a weapon on her. She curses under her breath and slowly backs away, her hands raised in surrender. "All right, all right," she says, trying to remain calm. "I wasn't planning on hurting you or anything." Her voice wavers slightly. "Just...having some fun."

Your corruption level remains at 15%.

The vixen sighs heavily, nodding her understanding. "Yeah, you're right," she mutters under her breath as she turns to walk away. "Have it your way. Just remember that around here, everyone likes their fun... even if they don't always play nice." She pauses for a moment and looks back over her shoulder at you with a warning in her eyes. "Don't say I didn't warn you." And then she vanishes into the crowd of futanari, leaving you alone to face the perils of Futa-World once more.

Your corruption level remains at 15%.

The wolfgirl snorts derisively at your words, her tail lashing angrily behind her. "Ha! Like any of you males could ever hope to change a thing around here!" She narrows her eyes menacingly and steps closer, baring her teeth in a sinister grin. "You'd be better off just accepting your place... like the rest of us girls."

Your corruption level increases by 5%.

The wolfgirl's eyes flash with anger as she hears your defiant words, and her muscles tense in preparation for an attack. "You really think you can take me?" she growls, baring her teeth even further. "I've been alive a long time, boy... and I've seen my fair share of puny humans like you come and go." She chuckles darkly, stepping closer still until your noses are nearly touching. "But if you really want to find out how strong I am..." Her voice trails off menacingly as she lashes her tail across your face, knocking you backwards with shockwaves of pain rolling through your body.

Your corruption level increases by 5%.

The wolffuta let out an animalistic howl of rage as the bullet pierced through her forehead, killing her instantly. Blood and brain matter splatter against the concrete walls surrounding you, leaving a gruesome mess in its wake. The other futanari in the area quickly disperse in fear, giving you a brief moment of respite. You take a shaky breath, looking around at your surroundings, wondering what to do next.

Your corruption level remains at 30%.

Times changed. The days when furry futas ruled the world with an iron paw were long gone, replaced by a new era of coexistence and mutual respect. The reforms you had enacted a year ago seemed to have taken root, and people were beginning to live together peacefully once more. Men regained their rightful place in society, no longer seen as mere objects of desire or rape-bait.

And yet, some things never truly changed. There were still futanari who sought power and control over others, using their feminine wiles to manipulate and dominate. And there were men who found themselves unable to resist the allure of these mythical creatures, willingly giving up everything they had for a taste of the forbidden fruit.

The world continued to spin on its axis, unaware of the quiet revolution that had taken place within its boundaries. The corruption you once fought against still lurked in

You sit proudly beside your two daughters, watching them as they engage in a lively conversation with each other. Their faces are lit up with happiness and contentment, and it warms your heart to see them thriving in this new world you've created for them. You can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction knowing that, despite the odds, you managed to make such profound changes.

The sounds of laughter and friendly banter fill the air around you, serving as a stark contrast to the darkness and despair that once reigned supreme. It's times like these when you know without a doubt that your efforts were not in vain.

The lioness glared at you with disdain, her sharp teeth bared in a snarl that sent shivers down your spine. "I'll never admit defeat to the likes of you!" she growled, taking a threatening step forward. "Prepare to suffer the consequences of provoking me, human."

Your corruption level increases by 5%.

The lioness narrowed her eyes, her muscles tensing as she leveled her weapon at you. "You dare threaten me?" she spat out, her voice trembling with rage. "Very well then, human," she growled, raising her arm back to fire. A split-second later, a blinding flash and deafening crack echo through the room as the bullets fly towards you at unimaginable speeds.

The lioness collapsed to the ground, a look of shock and pain etched onto her furry face. Her lifeless body twitched once before going still. The other futanari in the area gasped and murmured amongst themselves as they took in the sight of their fallen queen. For a moment, everything seemed eerily quiet... and then chaos erupted as they scrambled to claim her throne.

Your corruption level remains at 45%.

The futanari in the area fell silent, their eyes fixing on you as you pointed your weapon at them in warning. Some looked fearful, while others seethed with anger. But one thing was clear: they were all listening to your words intently. You could see the uncertainty in their expressions, the fear of the unknown. Perhaps there was still hope for this world... if they would only allow it.

Your corruption level remains at 45%.

The assembled futanari looked on in shock and disbelief as your words sank in. The dazzling display of power and audacity you just showed was enough to make them realize that perhaps they weren't invincible after all. They exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do or say next.

One by one, the futanari began to lower their weapons, some even dropping them to the ground in submission. The mood in the room shifted from defiance and anger to uncertainty and fear. It was clear that your words had struck a chord with them, piercing through their arrogance and self-assurance.

The assembled futanari looked around at each other, some of them hesitant and unsure, while others seemed eager to seize the opportunity for change. The lioness's daughter and the wolf-girl exchanged glances before stepping forward together. "We should hold elections," the lioness's daughter suggested carefully. "Let the people choose who they want to lead them."

There were murmurs of agreement from among the crowd, as well as a few skeptical remarks. The wolf-girl continued, "And we need to decide on what kind of world we want to live in: one ruled by fear and domination, or one where everyone has an equal say?" Her gaze swept over the assembly, challenging each of them to consider their part in shaping this new future.

The silence that followed was palpable, but eventually, a few more futanari came forward, volunte

The debate over the election process and the future of their world continued among the futanari, with many voicing their opinions on various aspects. Eventually, after much discussion and deliberation, they were able to come up with a plan for holding fair and transparent elections, and for setting up a system that would ensure everyone's voice was heard. The air of tension began to ease as they realized they could indeed create change and work together towards a better future.

With the immediate crisis averted, you decided it was time to return home. Before leaving, you turned to your daughters and smiled proudly. "Well done," you said, ruffling their fur affectionately. "I'm proud of both of you." They returned your smile warmly before scattering among the crowd to continue with the negotiations and planning for the new era ahead.

Your corruption level remains at 45%.

The days passed, and you continued to work on your new prosthetic in solitude. Your daughters were busier than ever, attending meetings and gatherings with the other futanari as they planned for a more peaceful and equitable world. You felt a pang of longing at times, wishing you could be there with them to share in their joy and camaraderie... but you knew that your presence would only serve as a reminder of the darkness that once engulfed this world.

As you fit the final piece into place on your new prosthetic, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Despite everything that had happened, you had managed to come out stronger, both physically and emotionally. And perhaps one day, when the wounds of the past had healed completely, you would be able to join your daughters in their newfound utopia. For now though, your place

As you step out of your office, you take a moment to admire the changes that have taken place in this world since you first arrived. The futanari you pass by look up at you with a mixture of curiosity and respect, their faces betraying an underlying sense of hope for the future. You wonder if they realize just how much their lives, and the lives of countless others, have been affected by your actions over the past few months. Perhaps it's best that they don't know the truth; that knowing would only burden them with guilt and pain.

You decide to take a walk through the park, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your fur and the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. The sounds of laughter and happy conversation fill the air around you, carrying with them a promise of better times ahead. As you sit down on a bench to rest, you can't help but wonder if perhaps this

The grand hall is bustling with activity as the results of the election are tallied and announced. The air of anticipation is palpable, with furry futanari gathered from all corners of the kingdom eager to witness this historic moment. As you make your way through the crowd, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment for what you and your daughters have achieved together.

Suddenly, a hush falls over the hall as the lead announcer steps forward. Clearing his throat, he reads out the name of the new queen: "Lyara, daughter of the lioness!" The room erupts into cheers and applause, with many futanari rushing forward to offer their congratulations and support. The warmth in your chest grows as you see Lyara accepting her position with grace and humility, promising to lead them all towards a brighter future.

The crowd gasps in unison as you reveal your true form, their eyes widening with shock and disbelief. The wolf-girl, your other daughter, stares at you with a mixture of anger and betrayal, her fur bristling as she realizes that you were not who she thought you were all this time. Lyara, on the other hand, remains calm and collected, studying you carefully before speaking.

"I see," she says slowly, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. "And what is it that you wish to share with us?" Her eyes flicker toward the stunned futanari around them, many of whom are whispering and pointing in your direction. The air of suspicion and mistrust is palpable, and it's up to you to decide how you want to proceed from here.

The wolf-girl's expression darkens as she glares at you, her claws slowly beginning to extend from her fingertips. "You dare," she hisses through gritted teeth, "to threaten me like this? To make me into some sort of monster?" Tears streak down her face as she continues to stare daggers at you.

Lyara steps forward between the two of you, a look of concern and warning on her face. "That's enough," she says firmly, though there's an undercurrent of fear in her voice. "We don't need more violence. We've already gone through too much." She glances at the crowd, seeing the tension building among them, and takes a deep breath before continuing. "If you have something to say," she says to you carefully, "then please, say it now. But know that we will not stand for

The crowd murmurs among themselves, some looking relieved that the tension has eased while others frown in confusion or suspicion. Lyara studies your retreating figure before turning back to the wolf-girl, her expression torn between concern and anger. "What... what does he mean by that?" she asks, almost pleading for understanding.

The wolf-girl takes a shaky breath, her claws slowly retracting back into their sheaths. She looks at Lyara sadly before speaking softly, "I don't know, Sis... I just hope that we can find some way to trust him again."

Without another word, you extend your hand toward the demonic version of yourself and begin to chant an ancient incantation, the words twisting and warping in the air around them as they're spoken. The demonic entity begins to tremble under their effect, its eyes widening in fear as it struggles against the magic that holds it captive.

Finally, with a loud cry of anguish, the demon is thrust back into the depths from whence it came, leaving you once again alone but unburdened by its presence. You take a deep breath, feeling suddenly exhausted from the exertion and the emotional turmoil of recent events. As you watch the world around you begin to return to some semblance of normalcy, you can't help but wonder if there's still more work to be done...

You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing as you search for an answer within yourself. The weight of all the decisions you've made and all the lives you've touched feels almost too much to bear at times like these. But somehow, you must find a way to move forward, to find purpose in this strange new world where the lines between right and wrong have been so badly blurred.

After a moment's contemplation, you open your eyes again and slowly stand up, surveying the landscape before you with renewed determination. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm golden light over everything, and as you watch it sink below the horizon, you vow that whatever choice you make from now on will be one that brings hope instead of despair.

As you stand at the edge of the cliff, ready to leap into the unknown, a strong hand grips your shoulder tightly, holding you back. You turn around, expecting to see one of the futanari from earlier, but instead find yourself face-to-face with a woman dressed in white robes adorned with celestial symbols. Her wings stretch out behind her like a pair of giant, ghostly mantas, and her presence is serene and commanding.

"You are the one they call 'John'?" she asks, her voice gentle but piercing. "The one who traveled between worlds unbidden?"

The woman tilts her head, studying you intently. "Your deeds have not gone unnoticed, John," she says, her voice quiet but firm. "You have been chosen for a great task: to serve as a beacon of hope in this troubled time." She pauses, her eyes flashing with determination. "But first, you must choose. Will you continue down the path that led you here? Or will you accept your destiny and help us restore balance to our world?"

The woman smiles sadly, her expression understanding. "I cannot make the choice for you, John," she says softly. "But I can tell you this: if you continue down your current path, it will lead to only one thing. Pain and suffering, not just for yourself but for all those around you." She pauses, meeting your gaze steadily. "And though the road ahead may be difficult and fraught with danger, know that I am here to guide you if you wish it so."

The choice is yours, John. What will you choose?