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%

The man in the alley continues to scream as you get closer, fear clearly etched on his face. As you peer into the darkened recess between two buildings, you see a group of furry futanari surrounding him, their cocks and claws at the ready. One of them, a particularly imposing wolf-girl, leans in close to whisper something in his ear before shoving her hips against his leg roughly. The man cries out even louder as she rubs herself against him through their clothes. What do you want to do?

The alleyway is littered with debris from various garbage cans and abandoned items; there might be something here that you could use to defend yourself, or at least buy the poor man some time...

A rusted metal pipe pokes out of the garbage, its jagged edges promising death to anyone who dares touch it. Taking care not to draw attention, you reach out and carefully pluck it from the refuse, clutching it tightly in your hand. The furry futanari haven't noticed your presence yet, too engrossed in their prey. What do you do now?

The furies whirl around in surprise, their claws slashing at the air as they turn to face you. Their eyes narrow and a predatory grin spreads across their lips; they're more angry now than afraid. The wolf-girl, who had been about to climax from her assault on the poor man, pounces towards you, her claws extended to rend your flesh and drain your energy. The rest of the group follows suit, surrounding you in a swirling mass of fury and lust. What do you do?

The wolf-girl's claws graze your shoulder, leaving a shallow scratch as you dodge out of the way. You manage to break her claw with a well-placed swing of your pipe, but she howls in pain and rage, her other hand lashing out at you even harder. The rest of the furies close in around you, their hot breath and musky scent overwhelming as they attempt to bring you down. Corruption: 20%

Your desperate struggle begins to wear on you, leaving you exhausted and bruised. Nevertheless, you manage to knock out several of the furies with well-placed blows from your improvised weapon. Their bodies slump limply to the ground as they slip into unconsciousness, their claws no longer a threat. The remaining futanari regroup, exchanging sharp glances and growling lowly. They seem to have gained newfound respect for you, but that also means they're more determined than ever to take you down. What do you do?

The remaining futanari let out a collective growl, anger and lust twisting their features into masks of hatred. They spread out, attempting to surround you and cut off your escape with superior numbers. But the man in your grasp is weakened from their assault, and you doubt he'd survive another round if they got ahold of him again. With careful timing and precise movements, you slowly back away, never taking your eyes off the deadly creatures who so desperately want to claim you as their own. The man shudders in your grip, his body wracked with tremors from fear and exertion. Corruption: 30%

The man shudders in your grasp, struggling to find the strength to stand on his own. "I-I'll try," he whispers back, eyes darting between you and the encircling furies. You spot a discarded piece of metal lodged into the asphalt nearby; could it help?

Corruption: 34%

"Hey, big boy! You looking to start a fight with me?" A sultry voice calls out from behind you, and a pink-haired fox furiously slaps her tail across the ground. The man visibly shudders at the sound, his face paling even further as he realizes what he must do.

With a soft whimper, he turns to look at you, eyes pleading for understanding. "P-please, don't make me..." he stammers out before trailing off, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

The pink-haired fox lets out an enraged yelp as the blade sinks deep into her forehead, blood streaming down her face and shoulders. Her eyes go wide with shock before rolling back in their sockets, and she collapses limply to the ground. The remaining futanari exchange uncertain glances, unsure how to proceed now that one of their own has been injured. But their lust for power and dominance is still strong, driving them forward despite the losses they've suffered. Corruption: 40%

The remaining furies hesitate, their eyes flicking between you and the downed fox. Some growl defiantly and charge at you again, while others appear to lose interest or lose heart entirely, slinking off into the shadows. The man in your grasp trembles violently, his terror palpable as he clings to you desperately. Corruption: 45%

As you stab the remaining attackers, your eyes burning with fury and determination, it becomes apparent that your message has gotten through. The furies that remain seem to be holding back, hesitant now in their approach. They huddle together for a moment before turning and retreating into the shadows, leaving you and the man alone once more. Corruption: 49%

The man, visibly shaken but grateful to be alive, slowly uncurls himself from your grasp and sinks down onto the ground. He pulls a bloodstained handkerchief from his pocket and presses it against his chest wound as he replies, "M-my name is... Michael."

Michael looks up at you through tears of gratitude, his eyes wide with disbelief. "T-thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "I thought I was dead for sure."

Corruption: 51%

A mound of discarded rags piled up against one wall catches your eye; these might do in a pinch. You offer Michael the jagged end of your pipe, but he only manages a weak nod before using it to cover his mouth as he coughs up blood onto the ground. "You're... really strong," he wheezes out between breaths.

While bandaging Michael's wounds, you can't help but notice how soft his fur feels beneath your fingers. You feel a strange yearning welling up inside of you as you apply saliva-dampened rags to his chest, neck, and hands. The man shudders slightly in appreciation of your ministrations, seemingly unaware or uncaring of the erotic nature of the situation. Corruption: 53%

"I... I don't really remember," Michael whispers, his voice hoarse and weak. "One minute I was walking home from work, and the next thing I knew... everything just went black. When I came to, I was in this alley..." He trails off, shuddering at the memory. "I don't know how long I've been here."

The two of you cautiously explore the alleyways and side streets, keeping an ear out for signs of danger as you search for a safe place to hide. After some time, you come across what appears to be an abandoned warehouse; its doors hanging off their hinges and covered in graffiti, broken windows letting streams of dusty sunlight through. It doesn't seem like anyone has been here for years. Michael shakes with fear at the thought of entering such a dilapidated building, but you reassure him that it's probably the best chance they have of escaping the clutches of the furies.

Once inside, you manage to find an empty office on the second floor where you can hide for the night. The furniture is covered in a thick layer of dust and grime, but there are some blankets in a corner that should provide at least a semblance of warmth and comfort.

Michael nods in agreement and helps you blockade the door with a few heavy desks and chairs he finds nearby, wedging them against the door frame to make sure it's secure. As night falls outside, the two of you huddle together on the threadbare blankets, trying to stay warm. The air in the room is musty and stale, but at least it's better than sleeping out in the cold. Corruption: 55%

The two of you shiver and cling to each other, trying to stay warm as the night progresses. Even though Michael's fur should keep him relatively warm, you can feel his body trembling against yours. You aren't sure how much longer you can hold out against the cold before exhaustion claims you both.

As you search around the office, you find a few old curtains stuffed into a corner, probably left behind by an earlier occupant. They're dusty and musty but should do the trick in blocking out some of the draft from the window. You manage to rig them up over the window frame, carefully draping them so that they hang down inside the room, trapping heat within your makeshift refuge. With the cold air mostly blocked out, you and Michael can finally relax and try to get some sleep. Corruption: 57%

Michael's breathing grows deeper and more regular as he finally drifts off to sleep, his warm breath tickling your ear. You close your eyes, trying to ignore the ache in your muscles and the chill that still lingers deep within you. As fatigue begins to claim you, images of futa-furs flood your mind, their sultry whispers filling your dreams... Corruption: 60%

You feel yourself succumbing to the allure of the furry futas in your dreams, finding their touch more intoxicating than ever before... Their suggestive whispers become more and more insistent, coaxing you deeper into depravity. You struggle against the haze of lust for a while, but ultimately give in, unable to resist any longer.

Corruption: 65%

As you drift off to sleep, the memories of the day's events begin to fade into a fog of erotic confusion. The dreamscape takes on a fuzzy, sensual quality as images of futa-furs merge together in your mind, their soft fur and inviting bodies blurring seamlessly into one another. The lust you feel for them grows with every breath, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and fantasy.

Corruption: 67%

The dreamscape twists and turns, becoming more vivid with every passing moment. You find yourself in a bustling marketplace filled with futa-furs of all shapes and sizes, their calls selling everything from fruit to animal flesh ringing out through the air. The scent of exotic perfumes and musk hangs heavy in the humid atmosphere, making it difficult to think straight. You stumble through the crowd, drawn inexorably towards a group of particularly alluring furs dressed in revealing outfits, their heaving bosoms practically spilling from their tight clothes...

The tantalizing scent of their musk grows stronger as you approach, making it difficult to think about anything else. Their bodies sway seductively as they weave through the crowd, eyes locked on you as if they've been waiting for your arrival. You can feel a familiar stirring in your loins, growing more insistent with every second that passes. As if in a trance, you find yourself following them deeper into the marketplace...

Corruption: 69%

Your mind drifts back to memories of your life before this world, focusing on the happier times and the people you cared about. You picture yourself laughing with friends at a barbecue, or curled up on the couch watching a movie with your partner. The further away from the sensual chaos of the dream marketplace you get, the more real these memories seem to become...

Corruption: 68%

Your mind settles on an image of your girlfriend, her long brown hair cascading down her back as she smiles up at you. You can feel the warmth of her touch and the softness of her skin against yours, despite being trapped within the confines of this dream world. The memory fills you with a sense of calm and contentment, easing the tension that's been building inside of you as you struggled to escape the allure of futa-furs.

Corruption: 66%

The images of your girlfriend and family begin to fade, replaced by the dreamy haze of the marketplace. You find yourself walking amongst the crowd once more, drawn inexorably towards another group of tantalizing futa-furs. Their smiles are inviting, their bodies irresistible... Even though a part of you wants to keep focused on your old life, the pull of lust and desire grows stronger with every passing moment.

Corruption: 68%

You jump out of the makeshift bed, shaking off the remnants of the dream as you stagger to your feet. The room spins briefly as your vision adjusts to the dim light, but you force yourself to focus on the details around you. The building is old and dusty, with peeling paint and worn-out furniture scattered about the office. You're no expert on construction, but from what you can tell, it looks like the walls are reinforced with steel beams running horizontally across the ceiling. Perhaps that would provide some additional security against intruders?

Michael stirs in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent about going to check on the restroom. You take advantage of the momentary silence and quietly slip out of bed, making your way over to one of the steel support beams. It's massive and solid, looking like it would provide excellent cover in case someone tries to force their way into this office. With a grunt of effort, you manage to shove the heavy desk underneath the beam, wedging it securely into place. Now, even if someone were able to get past Michael's makeshift barricade, they would have to deal with this new obstacle as well. You return to bed feeling slightly more at ease. Corruption: 69%

As you drift back into sleep, your dreams are filled with memories of happier times; picnics in the park, birthday parties with cake and balloons, family vacations at the beach. You can practically feel the warmth of their love surrounding you, shielding you from the darkness that now pervades your existence. And yet, no matter how hard you try to ignore it, there's an undeniable tug in the back of your mind... A temptation calling out to you, urging you to give in and embrace this new world with all its twisted pleasures.

As you struggle with your inner turmoil, a vision of the cityscape flickers into existence in your mind's eye. It's familiar yet strange, as if seen through a distorting mirror. In the distance, you can make out the tall buildings and bustling streets that mark the edge of town... and beyond that, the highway leading back to civilization. For a brief moment, hope blossoms in your chest; perhaps there is still a chance for escape?

In your vision, the highway stretches out before you like a shimmering ribbon of hope. But as you study it more closely, you notice something strange... The scenery on either side of the road seems unnaturally similar; the same buildings and landmarks repeated endlessly into the distance. You realize with growing horror that this is no ordinary highway; rather, it's a circular route designed to keep futa-furs like yourself trapped within their domain. There are no exits from this world... or at least, none that you can see.

Corruption: 69%

As you ponder this revelation, a sense of despair begins to settle in your heart like a leaden weight. You wonder if there is any point in trying to escape, when every avenue seems to be closed off to you...

Hours pass as you scrutinize every inch of the endless road, searching for any hint that might lead you back to freedom. Your eyes burn from staring at the monotonous scenery and your mind grows weary with frustration. But still you push on, refusing to give up hope...

Corruption: 69%

As you spend more time studying the endless road, something begins to stand out against its monotonous backdrop...tiny details that seem slightly different from one stretch of highway to the next. Perhaps there is a way through this maze after all? Encouraged by this newfound hope, you continue your careful analysis, scouring every inch of the route for any clue as to where the exit might lie...

After hours of studying the repetitive scenery, you finally find it: a seemingly insignificant difference in the landscape that marks the border between one section of highway and another. This particular stretch of road veers slightly off course from its endless loop, continuing onward until it reaches an unfamiliar part of the countryside...and beyond that, who knows what lies? Tentatively, you begin to follow this new path, your heart racing with hope and fear in equal measure.

Corruption: 68%

The farther you travel down this mysterious path, the more distant and unfamiliar the scenery becomes. You can't help but wonder if this is actually leading you closer to freedom...or further into the depths of the twisted furry realm. As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the barren landscape, you realize with a sinking feeling that it might be too late to turn back now. The only thing to do now is to keep following this road, trusting in your instincts and hoping against hope that it will lead you home.

As you peer out the window, your eyes dart anxiously between the familiar scenery outside and the uncharted territory that lies beyond. The setting sun casts a warm, golden light across the land, painting everything in shades of amber and vermillion. It's beautiful...and yet somehow ominous as well. You can't help but wonder what horrors might lie hidden beneath this veil of beauty, waiting to pounce on the unwary traveler who dares venture too far from safety.

Corruption: 67%

As you stand there, contemplating your situation, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Michael watching you with concern in his eyes. "You alright, buddy? You've been staring out that window for hours now. You should try and get some rest; we don't know how long it'll be before we find another opportunity like this." He pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "Or...maybe you're just not ready to leave yet?"

Corruption: 67%

Your anger and frustration are palpable, but Michael remains calm and understanding. "I get that, man. Believe me, I do. But we need to stay focused on the task at hand. If you want to leave this place, we've got to find a way out of here together." He squeezes your shoulder gently before stepping away, giving you some space to collect your thoughts.

Corruption: 67%

Michael looks at you sympathetically, understanding that sleep is the last thing on your mind right now. "Well, we'll need to gather as much information about this place and these creatures as possible. I think our best bet would be to explore the surrounding area during daylight hours, when they're likely hiding in their dens or taking care of their young." He pauses, glancing out the window, then back at you. "Are you up for that?"

Corruption: 67%

Michael raises an eyebrow at your comment, clearly thinking you overlooked something important. "You're right that they can talk and seem human-like, but don't let that fool you. They are not like us. Their strength, speed, and senses far surpass our own." He pauses, his expression serious. "And remember what we learned about their lairs? Being awake during the day doesn't make them any less dangerous. In fact, it might just make them more so."

Well, there's an abandoned mall not too far from here...it might be a good place to start exploring without attracting too much attention. Plus, you can always barricade yourself in if things get dicey. Are you game?

"Yeah, let's go now," Michael says with determination in his voice. He glances over at the desk where he'd hidden the makeshift weapon earlier. "You should bring that pipe along just in case." He leads you out of the room and towards the stairwell, carefully avoiding any areas where they might suspect someone is trying to escape.

As you follow Michael down the stairwell and out of the building, you can't help but notice how quiet it is. The sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdcalls fill the air, and despite your worry about what lies ahead, it almost feels peaceful... until you remember why this silence exists in the first place.

Corruption: 67%

As you exit the building, Michael motions for you to follow him silently across the parking lot towards a mostly abandoned mall. The neon lights flicker weakly above, casting strange shadows on the ground as if trying to warn you away. But you and Michael both know that this is our best chance at finding answers... and maybe even a way home.

The two of you make your way carefully through the mall, avoiding dark corners and abandoned stores where something might be lurking. The place feels eerily quiet, almost too much so. It's as if time has stopped here; the shops are all frozen in time, their merchandise still neatly arranged on dusty shelves. You can't help but wonder how long it's been since anyone other than these creatures roamed these halls...

You pause, realizing that you haven't seen Michael in a few minutes. A chill runs down your spine as you wonder if he wandered off without you or got caught by one of the creatures. You quickly decide to find him before it's too late. Peering around a corner into the next store, you spot his fur standing on end and his tail twitching anxiously. He seems to be near something...or someone.

You watch in horror as Michael suddenly attacks, leaping onto a tall shelf and tearing into the lone figure standing nearby with savage fury. The figure thrashes wildly, trying to defend itself from the furious onslaught, but is no match for Michael's superhuman strength. Its cries of pain mingle with Michael's triumphant growls as you stand frozen in shock and disbelief...

Corruption: 66%

Michael rains down blows upon his unsuspecting prey, revealing himself to be... another furry futanari? The revelation leaves you feeling sick and confused, as if the world has been turned upside down. As Michael continues to maul his victim, you notice something else: a bulge in the attacked furry's pants. Could it be...

Corruption: 65%

As Michael continues to savagely attack the other furry, you can't help but notice a bulge in its pants, seemingly filled with...something. A chill runs down your spine as you realize what that might mean for you and the others trapped here. Is it possible that some of them aren't even futanari, but are actually males disguised by magic or technology? The implications send a shiver through your entire body.

Corruption: 65%

As you silently draw closer, trying not to alert Michael to your presence, you see that the creature he's attacking has straw-like fur and golden eyes. You feel a shiver down your spine as you realize who this is: one of the legendary cow futanari mentioned by the farmers back at the mall. But something about them doesn't look quite right...

Corruption: 64%

With each blow, the once mighty cow fursona seems to weaken further. It tries to defend itself by swinging its heavy udder at Michael, but the attack is easily dodged and only succeeds in knocking over several shelves of merchandise. As you watch this brutal struggle play out before you, your mind races with questions: What has happened to these creatures? And perhaps most importantly, can any of them be trusted?

Your eyes dart around the store, taking in everything within sight. You notice a display of sports equipment in the corner; there might be something there that could be used as a weapon if need be. As you carefully make your way over to it, you pray that neither Michael nor the cow futanari notice you.

Corruption: 64%

Before you can reach the display, however, a shrill cry echoes through the store: "HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" You whirl around to see a group of other furry futanari gathered near the entrance, glaring daggers at you. Some have weapons drawn, while others appear to be preparing for a fight. It seems that your presence has been noticed after all...

As you frantically grab weapons, adrenaline pumping through your veins, it becomes painfully clear that these creatures are not like anything you've ever encountered before. They don't seem to be under the influence of mind control or technology; their anger and aggression seem entirely natural. You clutch your improvised weapon tightly, preparing for the fight of your life as they begin to advance upon you.

You manage to duck behind the shelves, but you're unable to avoid the initial volley of attacks completely. Pain lances through your arm as a dagger slices through your sleeve and draws blood. One of them is particularly fast, managing to get around your makeshift barricade, and swiftly grabs hold of you. Before they can do any serious damage, however, another creature intervenes, breaking the grip with a well-placed kick.

Corruption: 64%

You manage to force the furries into a trap, using your improvised weapon and a quick wave of your hand. The makeshift shelves crush them beneath their weight, leaving no survivors. As you step out from behind the debris, blood dripping from your arm, you can't help but feel a sense of victory...and dread. You have just proved that these creatures are far more dangerous than they first appeared, and now there is no turning back. The decision to stay or leave becomes even more agonizing as the consequences become clear.

Corruption: 64%

You look around the store, searching for anything that might be useful as you make your way towards Michael and the cow futanari. The fight seems to have mostly subsided now, with only a few remaining stragglers cautiously eyeing each other from behind overturned shelves. Perhaps there's still hope for survival after all...

As you search the bodies, you come across a well-sharpened hunting knife stuck into the belt of one of the fallen cow futanari. Quickly unstrapping it, you slip it into your own pants and continue on, careful not to lose sight of Michael as he continues his relentless assault on the wounded creature.

You spring into action, racing towards Michael and the struggling cow futanari. As you near them, the golden-eyed creature glances in your direction, recognition dawning on its face even as Michael deals a fatal blow with one final savage swipe of his claws. The creature collapses to the ground, lifeless but still twitching.

Corruption: 63%

Michael slowly turns around, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your appearance. The confusion on his face quickly melts away, replaced with a look of anger and betrayal. He bares his teeth, revealing sharp fangs, and snarls, "What are you doing here, human? You shouldn't even be here!"

Corruption: 63%

Michael growls, "My name isn't Michael, it's Miyuki! You bastard human...you tricked me!" With that, he charges at you, claws extended. His fur bristles in anger and his eyes glow red with fury as she bares her teeth, prepared to tear you limb from limb.

Michael, now known as Miyuki, snarls at you, "I should have known something was wrong when I didn't feel any pain from those blows! You're one of them!" Her claws slash the air, faster than before. It becomes clear that Miyuki no longer remembers who you are or how you've helped her in the past; all she sees now is a threat to be eliminated.

Mi...yuuki's eyes widen in pain as the bat connects with her head, sending her flying back a few feet. She hits the ground hard and lies still for a moment before groaning weakly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "Why...why are you doing this to us...?" she whispers, her voice distant and slurred.

Corruption: 62%

With shaking hands, you wipe away your tears and look at Miyuki lying there before you. She's still not herself; the mind control must have been strong and invasive. You could try to help her, but you don't know how. And even if she does remember who you are...where would that leave either of you? This world seems more like a trap than anything else, and every choice you make only leads further down into it. Perhaps the best thing for Miyuki right now is to let her rest until she regains control over her own mind...if ever.

As you search the store, your ears are assaulted by incessant moaning and grunting. It seems to be coming from deeper within the farm section of the mall. Ignoring it for now, you manage to find a first-aid kit on a shelf near the register. You tear into it and find some bandages, alcohol wipes, and painkillers inside. Returning to Miyuki's side with the supplies, you kneel down beside her once more and gently roll her onto her back.

Corruption: 61%

Mi...yuuki's eyelids flutter weakly as she begins to stir, her voice barely audible at first. "Michael...that you...?" Her vision comes into focus, and she sees you kneeling beside her. Confusion washes over her face for a moment before recognition finally dawns. She blinks several times, wincing in pain from the movement. "It's...you..." she whispers, sounding disbelieving even to herself.

Corruption: 60%

Mi...yuuki's eyes close tightly, as if she's blocking out the world around her. The pain in her head is still there, but it fades into the background as shock and disbelief take hold. She squeezes her eyes even tighter, struggling to comprehend what has happened. Finally, she opens them again, meeting your gaze with a mixture of fear and sadness. "I...I don't remember..." she whispers hoarsely. "I thought I was one of them."

Corruption: 59%