Hello there, DPP!

First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brittany, and I’m a nine-foot tall (yes, you read that right) human husky hybrid, otherwise known as a ‘furry’. Today I’m feeling naughty, and when I feel naughty I like to jump on here and find creative, open minded, and kinky folks to explore our sexual fantasizes. No matter how mundane and ‘vanilla’ or dark and kinky. I want you to tell me about what turns you on and how we can make room for a nine-foot tall dog girl with tits the size of a human torso.

Don’t worry if it is your first time playing with a furry girl, I adore popping ‘furgin’ cherries. Also, if we have played/talked in the past and you're interested in striking up a conversation again, please drop me a line.

I have more kinks than I could ever list, but favorites include: human/furry, furry/furry, pet play, dirty talk, degradation (the more extreme the better), humiliation, tender aftercare, and making my partner cum buckets.

Limits: Underage, R34/celeb (I like original characters), and gore.

Below is a sample prompt, but that’s mostly to comply with the rules of DPP. Please don't hesitate to amend it in any way, or even entirely ignore it. What I’d really love to do is to spend some time talking, getting to know each other, and then setting about the business of getting each other off.

Hope to hear from you soon, cheek licks and tail wags. Brittany

— I walked the sidewalk that led to your front door, feeling as if my heart was actively attempting to escape through my throat. I could feel it thudding away with every hesitant footstep as I draw closer to your door, wobbling unsteadily on my 6-inch heels, my massive ass and titanic tits spilling from my skimpy black dress. “You can do this…” I mumbled under my breath, casting a nervous glance around, hoping none was watching me… shame warming my cheeks beneath my thick husky fur.

Like many, I was just barely hanging on lately. Just because I’m a nine-foot dog girl, a walking sexual fantasy according to some, didn’t mean that I wasn’t struggling from record setting inflation. So, I had decided to become an escort and sell a little pussy on the side to help shore up my struggling finances. You were my first customer, offering five thousand dollars for just a weekend of my time.

I was nervous because it was my first time, my first time meeting you, my first time selling myself. But also because I had no idea what you had planned, and you had deemed it prudent to warn me that things might get, to quote you directly, ‘heavy’.

I swallowed nervously, standing on your front door on an unsteady gait and rang your doorbell.