The Sound and the Furry (Illustrated)

Earlier this week I mentioned in another thread how I'd had an unfortunate encounter at one of Second Life's finest furry clubs.


After discussing the matter with folks here I realized that things may have worked out much better had I been more familiar with furry culture and had the patrons been more accepting of humans with submissive lifestyles. Emboldened by my new understanding and the encouragement of others, I grew determined to return to Rainbow Tiger to share experience where there was once ignorance, and love where there was once intolerance. This is the chronicle of that effort.

Around 11:30pm I showed up at the steps of the rainbow, where I performed a sacrifice to the horse goddess Equinnia. (Animal lovers- and animals- worry not! Equinnia is vegan; I burned some oats.)


Pleased with my tasty gift, Equinnia granted me the form of a beautiful winged pony- but warned that I had only until midnight before my body returned to its original form.


Without saying a word, I entered the club and joined the dance line. I was so impressed with my new body's athletic capabilities that it took a couple of minutes for me to realize that I was the only unclothed mammal in the joint. (The dragon was naked too, but... who's going to tell a dragon what to wear?)


Continue to part 2...

(Continued from a previous thread.)

Immediately self-conscious, I asked if people minded my nakedness. They didn't... in fact they rather seemed to like it. I soon felt comfortable enough to break from the dance line and sport some of my new horsey moves. (As an aside, I hope you are all proud of me for resisting the urge to say, "/me coughs. Sorry folks, I'm a little hoarse!"


It was either during the Pop, Lock, or Body Rock that I noticed a cute girlie unicorn dancing alone on the opposite side of the dance floor. I approached her and quietly asked if she were interested in a couples dance. She indulged me. Now... before returning to the Tiger I had promised myself I wouldn't offer any pony rides because that's sorta what got me into trouble the first time I'd been there. But then I noticed my dance partner's t-shirt...


She took a rain check. (Sigh.) After some flirty footwork, I thanked my horned friend for her time and moved toward the stage... you see, I'd found myself a pony pole.


While shimmying and whinnying on the pole, another contraption caught my eye however... and at this moment I realized that the Rainbow Tiger was not so different from my own home after all.


Well midnight was drawing near, and I realized I still hadn't broached the topic of slave/ponygirl tolerance before returning to my bipedal state. I felt subtlety was the best route, so while dancing in the cage I said something like, "Hmm... and I thought I was going to escape getting caged tonight."

That and subsequent slave-related comments were met with silence, but even no response was better than an intolerant one. Yes, progress had been made this night.

Well it was time for me to go, but I wanted to leave something more than just hoofprints at the club and I remembered a little pouch I'd been carrying around my neck. I slipped it over my head, undid the laces with my teeth, and then spun the bag in a big circle, shooting rock-hard, day-old candy hearts with oddly-spelled erotic messages all over the room. Pelts were pelted, eyes put out, glassware shattered (the establishment can bill me, of course), but none complained. After all, it's the thought that counts.

I'd suggest copying and pasting this post into your first thread, rather than having two threads for the same thing. Then, close this thread (or ask an admin to, I don't remember if we can close our own threads.)

I merged the two threads together. Don't forget you can post replies to your own threads instead of starting multiple threads!

Ack! You're right. I'm sorry that didn't occur to me to just follow up to my own post. I couldn't put it all into one post because there were too many piccies. Forgive me! I know not what I do!!!!

*blink*

o.o

*squint eyes, looks closer*



Hey! In the background! Isnt that a giant version of my dance machi-*

*gets gagged up and dragged away*

Hush!

*whips out blackjack......

man I live a sheltered SL.

OMG, it is one big commercial, I knew it!

Well if that's the case, where's my check?

Giant Dance Machine by CrystalShard Foo. Get one while supplies last!

Make that TWO checks! Linden funbuxx will also do.