ThatchYena
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You were in your house, getting ready for a hot date with an absolute blonde bombshell named Stacy. You got on your best change of outfit and made sure you were nice and clean for the date with her when you heard a knock as the door. Getting to your feet, you raced to the door and opened it only to see an anthropomorphic fox standing before you with an apologetic and guilty look on his face.
He was actually quite adorable with his fluffy orange fur and turquoise blue eyes that were framed by eyeliner. He couldn't have been any taller than 5 foot 6. He wore an open sleeveless hot pink padded vest, a matching hot pink thong, stockings that went from his knees to his ankles and a collar around his neck with a heart shaped tag, "H....hi. I'm Stacy. I'm so s-sorry for cooking up that lie about the blonde b-bombshell. I just....."
Stacy averted his gaze to the sidewalk as tears began to form in his blue eyes and he started rubbing his arm, "I'm just so.....lonely. N-nobody wants to d-date a s-silly f-femboy fox like m-me. So I l-lied about m-my looks and sp-species. M-my actual name just so h-happens to be St-Stacy so it was k-kinda a h-half truth. I know....f-feminine name. I....understand if y-you don't wanna date m-me...."
Stacy felt hot tears running down his snout at this point, leaving dark tracks of mascara down towards his nose as sobs shook his frame. You watched the salty tears drip off Stacy's nose and land on the sidewalk below him. The poor fox fell to his knees, breaking down and weeping openly before your very eyes.
(What will you do at this point? Still decide to date him? Hug him? Hold him? Wipe/kiss his tears away? Or will you choose to reject him and slam the door in his face? Maybe even call animal control?)
He was actually quite adorable with his fluffy orange fur and turquoise blue eyes that were framed by eyeliner. He couldn't have been any taller than 5 foot 6. He wore an open sleeveless hot pink padded vest, a matching hot pink thong, stockings that went from his knees to his ankles and a collar around his neck with a heart shaped tag, "H....hi. I'm Stacy. I'm so s-sorry for cooking up that lie about the blonde b-bombshell. I just....."
Stacy averted his gaze to the sidewalk as tears began to form in his blue eyes and he started rubbing his arm, "I'm just so.....lonely. N-nobody wants to d-date a s-silly f-femboy fox like m-me. So I l-lied about m-my looks and sp-species. M-my actual name just so h-happens to be St-Stacy so it was k-kinda a h-half truth. I know....f-feminine name. I....understand if y-you don't wanna date m-me...."
Stacy felt hot tears running down his snout at this point, leaving dark tracks of mascara down towards his nose as sobs shook his frame. You watched the salty tears drip off Stacy's nose and land on the sidewalk below him. The poor fox fell to his knees, breaking down and weeping openly before your very eyes.
(What will you do at this point? Still decide to date him? Hug him? Hold him? Wipe/kiss his tears away? Or will you choose to reject him and slam the door in his face? Maybe even call animal control?)
