You... Were a Fashion Furry?

"Haa... My schedule's already packed to hell, and now they've gone and dumped another job on me. What a pain in the ass."

Staring at the screen confirming the call had ended, I put a question to the yokai crushed under my boot.

"Hey. What kind of clothes do you think would look good on a human woman with blonde hair, red eyes, and huge tits? I'm a total amateur in this department, so I've got no clue."

"Just kill me... Stop mocking me and kill me already!!!"

"I'm not mocking you. I'm genuinely asking. I need the power of collective intelligence here. Though judging by that attitude, it doesn't look like you'd answer even if it cost you your life."

If he'd just answered nicely, I would've let him go out nice and painless. Poor bastard.

I summoned hellfire and began slowly roasting his body. The dying yoma, thrashing in one last act of defiance, wrung every last drop of his Yoreok dry and hurled a curse at me.

"Raksasa... From this day forward, you shall never feel sexual desire for your own kind! Taste the agony of being unable to love the one you love ever again! Hahaha!!!"

Even as the hellfire consumed him in searing agony, the yoma burst into triumphant laughter — only to panic and shout when I gave him nothing but a blank, unimpressed stare.

"Why... Why the hell aren't you reacting at all? You can't love your own kind anymore, you hear me? From now on the only love left for you is the kind that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠can never be! So why are you making that face?!"

"Did ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you even do your research? If you'd looked into me for five minutes, you never would've come up with a curse that stupid."

I sneered at the bewildered creature and shared one of the rumors about me circulating through the Underworld.

"The Underworld's worst sexual deviant. That about cover the gossip? Anyway, I stopped being able to feel desire for humans a long time ago, so getting cursed about it doesn't really do much for me."

Though honestly, it was weird. Why did they all call me the worst sexual deviant?

Being a furry was a perfectly normal sexual preference, wasn't it?

No? Then hold on a second and listen.

Everyone, at some point, has looked at a fluffy animal and thought, I want to pet that.

And unless you actively hate animals, you've probably pet one at least once.

Soft. Warm. Something about it just settles you. Yeah — that exact feeling.

So here's my question.

After petting it once... didn't you want to pet it a little more?

You did? And the soft, silky feel of that fur felt really, really good?

That's how being a furry starts.

A form that merges animal traits with human ones — something closer to beast than person.

The first time you see it, you might feel a little put off. But keep looking, and before you know it, you'll find yourself falling deep into the glorious culture that is furry.

Furies with suspiciously too much money?

There's a reason rich people love furries. Take notes. Memorize this.

...By the way, why has this yoma bastard gone completely silent? Did he pass out or something?

Worried, I gave him a couple of pokes with my foot. The yokai wailed, his face a mess of tears.

"T-This Dueokshini... defeated by nothing more than a deviant sex maniac! The injustice of it!!!"

"It's not a deviant desire, it's a normal one. Say it with me: furries are a normal sexual preference."

"Shut your mouth, Raksasa! Do you intend to mock me to the bitter end?"

"I'm not mocking you. You're the one who pissed me off first. Who was it that called a perfectly normal guy a sexual deviant, huh?"

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I cranked up the hellfire and tormented him further. He screamed, yet still glared up at me with murder blazing in his eyes.

"Krrrgh... I will return! I will come back, and I will tear you apart!"

"When you come back, do me a favor and show up as a ridiculously hot sheep furry. I've never done it with a sheep furry before."

"I WILL KILL YOU!!! RAKSAAAAAASA!!!!!"

With those final words, the yoma was completely annihilated. The moment his soul slipped free of the vanished body, I burned that too without a second's hesitation.

"I'm genuinely curious what it'd feel like to rail a female sheep furry, but I can't just stick it in anything that moves anymore. Believe it or not, I'm a pure-love type these days."

I thought of my friend — the one with those fluffy ears and nine tails I could never get tired of touching.

In the end, as long as it feels good, who cares?

Sure, what's inside is still my ball-buddy from forever ago, but honestly? That body is fucking hot.

Does it even make sense to say the mind is still a guy's? She became a female, so she's a female. What's with the gay jokes?

A male putting his dick in a female — and people call that gay? Isn't that the weird part?

"No matter how I look at it, I'm not gay. This is that bastard's fault for turning into a body this fuckable."

Having completed my self-justification, I watched the yoma's soul burn away to nothing in the hellfire. Then I dialed up an old colleague — one who'd been suspiciously into tentacles — to fulfill my friend's request.

I'd sealed away the medium of her lust. How was she living these days?

Better than before, hopefully. At least she wouldn't be raising monsters as familiars anymore, that disgusting shit.

I waited a moment, listening to the dial tone. Then a wet, slick sound came through the phone, followed by a woman's voice dripping with raw sensuality.

"I need help. I've got to pick out women's clothes and I have no idea what to choose."

"Fuck. Are you masturbating right now while on the phone with me? That's why you're giving me half-assed answers, isn't it?"

"How is it that every single person around me is a total shut-in freak? Is there seriously nowhere I can get actual help?"

The wet sounds kept coming without pause. Then the Mudang's exhausted, gasping moans spilled through the speaker.

Realizing she was no longer in any state to communicate, I shook my head and hung up.

"It's not that I only know shut-ins. It's that every last person I know is completely unhinged. I really need to meet some normal people."

This was a problem.

Among everyone in my contacts — human or yokai — there wasn't a single normal person I could ask about women's clothing.

If I'd known it would come to this, I should've forced that X-ray fox bitch to give me her number back then.

She was a total boob-obsessed freak, sure, but she at least gave off social-butterfly vibes.

Haa... Whatever. I'll just go to a department store and figure something out.

Worst case, I ask the staff and pick something out that way.

After a long moment of deliberation, I settled on the department store option. The second I made the decision, I used earth-shrinking and arrived at the entrance.

And there—

"Oh my, Raksasa? What brings you here...?"

I found my savior.

Time flowed on, and before I knew it, evening had arrived.

My ball-buddy still hadn't shown up, even though I'd expected him early, so I'd dropped my transformation and was working on commissions.

When was he getting here? Would he even make it today? He wasn't about to show up with clothes stuffed full of his own personal tastes, was he?

I sat there fretting and waiting when, at last, the doorbell rang and my ball-buddy's voice came through.

"Open it yourself. You usually just let yourself in — why can't you today?"

At the irritation in his voice, I bolted to the front door and threw it open — and there was my friend, buried under a mountain of clothes.

"What are you doing? Get inside already."

"What the hell... You were supposed to buy like one or two outfits. Why did you get this many?"

"I didn't buy them. And move — I'm dying here."

In a haggard voice, he shoved his way inside and dumped the entire pile of clothes onto the floor the second he cleared the doorway.

"Hoo... hoo... Holy shit, that was brutal. You. Never ask me to do something like this again. If you're gonna make me do it, at least fucking put out first!"

"You reaped what you sowed, you idiot. Who told you to sexually harass someone right to their face?"

"You'll take sexual harassment from complete strangers just fine, so why not from me? This is so fucking unfair!"

"Because those people harass me without knowing I used to be a guy. You know I used to be a guy and you still try to bone me!"

"Honestly, if it looks hot, that's all that matters. Hey — flip the situation. If I transformed into that body and started doing female moves, would you hit it or not?"

His irritation finally exploded, and he bellowed loud enough to shake the studio apartment. I calmly started imagining it.

My bald gym-rat ball-buddy, transformed into a ridiculously hot blonde, red-eyed, huge-titted nine-tailed fox.

Nine thick, plush tails swaying and swishing.

And those perky, fluffy ears doing unconscious seduction work with every little twitch.

...Why is this working?

No. I'm not gay. I'm not supposed to find that hot!

I shook my head hard to snap myself out of it — but my reaction only emboldened him, and he pressed even harder.

"See? You can do it too! So why are you treating me like a homosexual when I've got a perfectly normal sexual preference, you goddamn bitch?!"

"It's not 'goddamn bitch,' it's just 'bitch'! And does it make any goddamn sense to stick your dick in your ball-buddy?!"

"Didn't you just say if it looks hot, it doesn't matter? And 'impossible'? Your tails were wagging like crazy just now, you bastard — don't feed me a lie that transparent."

...Goddamn tails.

Normally they were soft and fluffy and wonderful, but for hiding emotions, there was no bigger piece of garbage on earth.

At this rate, I was genuinely going to get railed into the floor before the day was over. What the hell was I supposed to do?

Change the subject. If I changed the subject, I could somehow salvage this shitshow.

I forced an awkward smile and spoke to my friend, who was steadily closing the distance.

"Oh right — so I figured out how to do something like a transformation disguise."

"Transformation? So you can finally hide both of them?"

"Yeah. The Fox God called it a Temporary Transformation and set it up for me. There's apparently a penalty, but I don't know what it is yet."

That seemed to scrub the sex thoughts from his head, at least for a moment. He looked at me with genuine interest and told me to transform.

"Hide them in front of me first. That penalty might be the kind that affects other people instead of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you."

"Hang on a sec. I have to ask the Fox God."

At his words, I asked the Fox God and hid my ears and tails once more, returning to the body of a fully ordinary adult woman.

He was a furry, so there was no way he'd get turned on looking at this body.

Or so I thought, glancing over at him — only to find my friend's face twisted into a bizarre grimace.

Then, in a strained voice like he was holding something back, he asked me a question.

"Are you protesting right now? Begging me to fuck you?"

...Was this bastard a fashion furry the whole time?