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I was walking across a large parking lot when I first hear the sound of a large truck stop on the road and turn around. I steal a glance and sure enough spot the big white box truck with FURRY CONTROL written on the side in big black letters.

Run.

My paws scrambled across the pavement as I scattered in fear. I hear human shouting behind me, but I don't understand a word of it. My long legs and strong body mean I could easily escape you on foot, but you aren't on foot. You're in a truck! My heart pounds in my ears as I hear the truck's engine roar behind me. Already I've crossed half the parking lot, but it isn't enough. I feel the heavy steel bumper of the truck hit my legs from behind, causing me to roll across the parking lot with an 'oof' sound.

Uninjured I roll back onto my feet, but not before the extra strength taser is shot into my back.

"You could have hurt her!" I hear someone squeak in protest as I come to, extra thick rope has me hogtied on the ground. I shiver, feeling my large breasts and chubby belly pressing against the cold wet pavement of the parking lot, the powerful glow of the street light obscuring the faces of my captures.

"Nonsense." A older, gruffer voice scoffs. He kicks my butt a few times with a heavy boot. "The big ones like this? Tough as nails. I bet you could hit her at 60 miles an hour and she'd be fine... see! Look at her struggle against those ropes. She's fine. Now help me load her up."

Even securely bound it takes all their strength to load me into the back of their truck. A nine foot tall fur like me is pretty heavy, and awkward to carry around. Yet I'm still helpless as the heavy metal doors of the truck slam shut- throwing me into darkness.

Hello everyone, Brittany again.

Today I'm look to roleplay something of a dystopian future for Furs like myself. Furs occupy the lowest rungs of society and strict laws govern the few Furs who can delude themselves with false notions of freedom. "Fur Catchers": either government agents or private citizens deputized by the government to handle the "Fur Problem", won't even wait for one to break the law before taking them in.

What exactly happens to Furs once captured? Well I suppose my fate is largely out of my paws. Some sort of slavery I suppose. Furs are often forced into manual labor, domesticated as house pet/servants, and generally used for whatever purpose our human owners see fit for us. But I really won't know until I get to wherever it is I'm going.

I'd like to pick this up with my arrival at my new home. A farm run by humans that use furs as farm animals, perhaps a "pet shop" that sells furs, or perhaps a palatial estate of a rich man (or woman) who wants a high quality fur as a pet. You can be my owner, a handler responsible for training me, or perhaps another enslaved fur of some type.

I have a wide range of kinks that I think work well for such a prompt: Pet play, hucow, lactation pregnancy, public play, humiliation, degradation, size play, D/s, human/fur relationships, and many others.

Limits: Excessive pain/gore, incest, bathroom play, celeb, r34, and using kik.

If this prompt doesn't do it for you, but playing around with a nine foot tall furry chick interests you please check out my post history or drop me a line to see if we can work something out. Hope to hear from you soon!

-Cheek Licks and Tail Wags,

Brittany. <3