Rape Isn't Pure Love, You Furry Bastard!
Veins stood out in sharp relief.
His whole body burned a furious red.
Whatever was tormenting him so badly, my friend clutched his smooth scalp and groaned through the pain.
"Fuck... What the hell did you do, you crazy bitch! What kind of charm is this intense... Khh..."
"Charm my ass. What are you even doing? There's nothing here—why are you putting on a one-man show all by yourself?"
"One-man show... You fucking bitch... This is all your fault."
Cold sweat was pouring off him now as he started crawling across the floor. Worried, I stepped closer—only for him to grunt and scramble away from me.
"If you don't want to get fucked, you'd better stay the hell away from me. I'm not joking. I mean it."
"You idiot, I need to understand the situation before I can do anything! Just dropping your voice like some middle-school chuuni and going 'Nuhuhu... approach Watashi and you'll get railed desu'—how the fuck am I supposed to know what that means?!"
"Then drop that shitty fox transformation already. I'm pretty sure that whole furry cosplay is what caused this mess."
Even while writhing under some unknown agony, he still managed to declare his tastes with absolute conviction.
What a magnificent bastard.
I was starting to feel genuinely sorry for ever calling him a fashion-furry poser.
To label someone who never abandoned his preferences no matter what pain or hardship hit him as a "fake"—how awful must that have felt?
Feeling guilty, I ignored his warning and took a few more steps closer so I could apologize. And in that instant—
Whoosh!
"Huh...?"
The world flipped. The friend who had been writhing on the floor a second ago was suddenly on top of me, staring down with eyes drowning in pure lust.
Not the usual half-horny, half-teasing expression. This was the face of a male in full heat, nothing but raw desire.
If this kept going I was actually going to get fucked. I screamed in panic.
"Y-You crazy bastard! This is a crime!!! Rape isn't pure love—it's a violent felony! Rape pure-love doesn't exist!!!"
"Sex under mutual consent isn't rape, it's pure love, you dumb bitch."
"Did I consent?! Did I ever give you permission to fuck me?! You garbage rapist bastard!"
I hurled every curse I could think of, trying to stop him from coming any closer, but he paid zero attention and kept advancing.
"I told you clearly—if you don't want to get fucked, don't come near me. You came anyway, so I can take that as permission, right?"
"No! I was just worried about you...!"
"Worried, my ass. A guy who claims he's worried goes around cracking skulls with frying pans on a regular basis? Make some sense."
He looked at me like I was ridiculous and closed the last of the distance until he was right in front of my nose. Then those pot-lid-sized hands clamped onto both of my cheeks at once.
"Did you think I was joking just because I kept saying I wanted to fuck you out loud?"
"Nngh..."
"What do you mean 'no'? If you really thought it was a no, you never would have come close in the first place."
He let out a soft snicker.
The face of a predator that had successfully caught its prey overlaid itself on his features.
Was I really about to get violated like this?
No. I didn't want that. I had to resist somehow.
I had to resist, but...
Why the hell wouldn't any strength enter my body?
When had the power drained out of me?
From the moment I allowed him to approach?
Yeah. That was definitely it.
The second his hands touched me, strength started leaving. The moment he grabbed both cheeks, I was completely neutralized.
Had he used some kind of curse? If he hadn't, none of this made sense. I should at least ask before I got violated.
Trembling with fear, I carefully spoke up.
"I... I have a question..."
"Go ahead. We've got all the time in the world."
Surprisingly, he pulled his hands away from my cheeks. Finally free to move my face again, I glared at him with pure disgust and asked.
"Did you put some kind of curse on me?"
"No. I didn't."
"Don't lie. There's no way my strength would just drain the second you touch me unless it's a curse. Be honest—you cursed me, right?"
Nothing else could explain it.
I'd never gone this limp from ordinary contact with him before.
A sneaky furry bastard like him definitely would have cast something without me noticing. I was sure of it.
I glared, but he just looked at me with genuine confusion—then burst out laughing.
"A curse? Pfft... Why would I need a curse just to fuck one girl? Pure physical contact alone is enough to get this result."
"You... didn't use a curse?"
"Nope. Didn't. From where I'm standing, your strength left for a different reason."
My ball-friend was still chuckling as he laid a hand on my stomach, stroking it gently like he was caressing something precious.
And then—
"Hnnk?!"
My vision flashed white and consciousness blanked out for a second.
W-What the hell is this? My body... doesn't feel like my body anymore.
I felt like I'd turned into a complete idiot.
...This is dangerous.
I had to get out of this situation somehow. Otherwise... I really would be reduced to nothing more than a female fox in heat.
I tried to struggle free again, but my body felt even weaker than before.
Especially my lower abdomen and legs—no strength at all.
Probably because of the gentle way he'd been stroking my stomach this whole time.
Every time I tried to resist, a tingling jolt ran through my entire body and shut me down, so every attempt ended in failure.
My ball-friend found my desperate thrashing hilarious and laughed as he mocked me.
He finally stopped stroking my stomach and whispered quietly to my exhausted self.
"From where I'm looking, your instinct to mate with a strong male just decided to shut your body down on its own. Your head might be refusing, but your body already surrendered."
"Don't... spit lines that only belong in 19+ doujinshi, you... fashion-furry bastard."
I panted the words out, body thoroughly marinated in pleasure. For once he actually took his hands off me.
Then he let out a long, aggrieved sigh and started explaining.
"Sorry, but this is all your fault. Because of you I fucking lost control too."
"A rapist always claims the other person seduced him first—ever seen one admit he just got horny and did it? You rapist bastard?"
"Just shut up and cancel that 'Temporary Transformation' thing. The only reason I'm even half-sane is because I got a little of the lust out of my system. Keep this up and I might actually rape you for real."
He grabbed the back of his neck and started complaining of dizziness and a headache again, just like at the beginning. So I asked the Fox God to release the Temporary Transformation.
"Please undo this. He really seems to be suffering because of it."
—I rather wanted to watch a little longer... Just a bit more and she might truly fall into becoming a proper female...
"That's a crime, you bitch. Put me back to normal right now."
I glared daggers at the Fox God until she reluctantly waved her hands and restored me to my original form.
Only then did my lush tails and fluffy ears reappear.
I approached my friend again to check if the furry bastard was actually okay now—only for him to take one look at me and bolt straight out the door without a second of hesitation.
You said I'd be fine once I went back to normal, you furry bastard.
Why the hell did you run?
I stared blankly at the door he'd fled through. Then my phone started chiming with a rapid string of message notifications.
What did he send? Begging me not to call the cops, maybe?
I slowly began reading the messages he'd sent.
...They were unusually serious words coming from him.
Fucking bastard. Absolute piece-of-shit bastard.
"How the hell am I supposed to stay mad after this, you goddamn asshole..."
He gropes and manhandles me however he wants, thoroughly humiliates me, and now this?
If I want to punish him I can just say the word? He'll cut off a finger or even a hand?
"You better realize I only let this slide because it was you. If you'd been some random furry I didn't know, you'd already be in a cell."
I marveled at my own magnanimity while dumping every curse I knew on the friend who'd fled the house. After two solid hours of pure swearing I finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
"So what the hell do I do now? If that bastard was telling the truth, I can't use Temporary Transformation to go outside and find my way home."
—How unfortunate. To think the side effect would affect others rather than something you yourself could endure.
"Fox God, you knew, didn't you? And earlier you deliberately refused to cancel it, right?"
—How could that be? This lady clearly stated that even she does not know what the side effects might be. And had I released it in that situation, would the two of you not have seen the matter through to the very end today?
The Fox God launched into an impassioned defense of her innocence, and every word she spoke was frustratingly reasonable, so I just sighed and banished her.
"Sorry. I get it. Just get out for a bit. I want to be alone right now."
—...Is something the matter?
"I said I want to be alone."
I pulled the blanket over myself and hid. The Fox God tilted her head, then left without another word. Once I confirmed she was gone, I pushed the covers aside and carefully touched my lower abdomen.
The ticklish pleasure his hands had left behind was still lingering.
If I just fell asleep like this, wouldn't it feel unfinished?
...You bastard. I really wasn't going to do this today.
This is all your fault, you furry bastard.
"Haaah...♡"
It was late evening.
I decided a little fun wouldn't hurt anyone.
And so I slowly began to explore my own body.