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%

As you dart towards the abandoned building, a group of furry futanari with voracious expressions give chase. They lunge at you, their claws extended and eager for your flesh. You manage to evade them momentarily by sprinting through a garden area filled with exotic plants that serve as feed for the farm animals... except these creatures aren't interested in being tamed or used for agricultural purposes! The enraged furries pursue you relentlessly, their predatory cries echoing throughout the garden.

Your heart is racing as you hide within the abandoned building, certain that you've lost your pursuers for now. You hear distant growls and screams coming from outside, but they slowly fade away into silence. Eventually, all that's left is an eerie quietude... That is, until a soft mewling sound echoes through the building, seemingly coming from somewhere close by. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to investigate the source of the noise...

As you drift off to sleep on the old bed, exhausted from your ordeal, a pair of luminous eyes gaze at you intently from the shadows. They belong to a serpentine furry futanari with a hypnotic presence, coiled and ready to spring into action. She watches you for what seems like an eternity, her long tongue flicking in and out as she contemplates her next move...

The horse-futanari doesn't seem to mind the intrusion as her asshole presses against your face, releasing a sweet, musky scent that makes you lightheaded and aroused. Your hands instinctively grope for her plump curves, feeling her heat through her fur. The more time passes, the more intense it gets; Her moans fill the room as she takes control of your body, using you for her pleasure until finally, with a loud cry, she releases herself onto your face and collapses onto top of you, leaving you dazed and incredibly satisfied... but also even closer to being mindbroken.

The horse-futanari chuckles, her breath warm against your ear. "Well, aren't you just full of questions?" she says teasingly. "We want to use you, silly! Don't you know how it works here? You're our plaything now." She wriggles her hips suggestively, causing the others in the room to let out appreciative noises.

Some of them take that as their cue, pressing closer to you and starting to grope your body with eager hands. One after another, they begin to mount you, using your tired form for their pleasure. The sensations are overwhelming as each furry futanari finds their rhythm, pumping themselves into you again and again without any regard for your comfort or wellbeing. Your body is their plaything now, and they're going to make sure you remember it for a long time to come... if you ever manage to survive the week, that is.

The massive cock head glistens with the horse-futanari's secretions, a delicate blend of pheromones and nectar that only serves to heighten your arousal. Her thick prehensile tail twitches impatiently as she watches you intently, waiting for your tongue to make contact with her engorged flesh. You hesitate for just a moment, the alien sensations making it difficult to focus... but then, something snaps inside of you. You lean forward and begin to lick at her cockhead, cleaning away the excess smegma as best you can.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels your warm tongue against her sensitive skin, moaning deeply and thrusting her hips towards you for better access. Her fellow futanari seem only too happy to oblige, grinding their bodies against yours and encouraging your ministrations with lewd growls and moans. The room fills with the sounds of slapping flesh and animalistic lust as the furry orgy continues unabated around you, leaving no part of your body untouched or unsullied...

The idea seems to catch on like wildfire among the furry futanari, and soon enough a chorus of eager assents fills the room as they line up to take part in this twisted game. One by one, they position their massive cocks at your entrance, waiting for the signal to begin. The horse-futanari nods to another, larger specimen in the corner of the room, and she steps forward, thrusting her hips forwards as she pushes her engorged member towards you. It slides into you with ease, filling you up and stretching your muscles almost unbearably.

Moans and grunts echo throughout the room as each futanari takes their turn, impaling you on their enormous cocks and using your body as a personal pleasure-sluice. Your mind reels from the sensory overload of fur, warmth, and ecstasy as they thrust deep into you time and again, forcing you to accommodate their immense girths without complaint. You can feel yourself starting to lose track of which cock belongs to whom, but that doesn't seem to matter much anymore... all that matters is the animalistic lust that drives these creatures, and your role as their plaything for the night.

With each step the massive furry takes, you feel her cock thrust deeper into your ass and gut, stretching you beyond anything you ever thought possible. You're forced to hang onto her thick tail for dear life as she struts around the room, displaying her prize to the other futanari. They cheer and whoop with excitement, their lustful cries echoing off the walls as they watch their friend fuck you senseless on her impressive cock.

You feel yourself reaching a peak of pleasure so intense it verges on pain, but the big furry doesn't seem to care; she just keeps going, using your body for her own twisted enjoyment until finally, with a loud cry of ecstasy, she releases herself deep inside you, filling you up with hot seed that feels like it's cooking you from the inside out. As the last spurt hits your prostate, electric waves of pleasure wash over you and leave you dazed and panting... but also that much closer to being mindbroken for good.

As the last of them empty their massive loads into you, a wave of drowsiness washes over you. You can feel your corruption level rising with each orgasm they force from you, but it's becoming harder and harder to resist... Your mind is starting to slip away, succumbing to the insidious charms of this depraved world and its inhabitants. With every passing moment, it feels like another piece of your sanity is slipping through your fingers, leaving you helpless against the inevitable.