[B]Embarrassed Naked Opossum[/B] -a [B]grrside[/B] story- A tall otter dragged the noisy troublemaker out from the movie theater and threw him out to the lobby. By the time the marsupial's butt had landed on the floor the otter was already sick of hearing all sorts of colorful insults targeted to his mother. But even after being kicked out in such a humbling way Zig would not stay quiet at the uniformed movie theater clerk. The opossum grinned, his sharp front teeth very visible. "Don't get cocky, I'll file a complaint and then you'll be the one getting the boot from your low-wage job. Oh, and the movie sucked dicks anyway." That made the otter's eye twitch madly. "Look, calling my mother a whore is one thing, but read my lips: I won't ever forgive you for disrespecting the critically-acclaimed work of art that '[I]A Minecraft Movie'[/I] is. The emotive sophistication of its scriptwriting should be making you water up, but there you were throwing popcorn at the screen!" Travis was the kind of otter who took his job seriously, he wouldn't let some punk ruin anyone's day at the movies. "It'S pArtT oF tHe eXpErIeNce, duuuh." Zig blurted out in a very condescending (and annoying) manner. Zig was, to put it nicely, quite the scumbag. Just with the way he dressed, with his very loose-fitting cheap shirt decipting a crude counterfeit Creeper from Minecraft, sagging his baggy pants so his boxers were slightly visible, his reversed cap, his piercing on its pointy ear and worst of all, sporting only one singular sock in one of his sneakers, he gave away a very nasty (yet accurate) first impression of himself. "This is your final warning. Just go away before I call... *[I]him*[/I]." The otter's stare became grave and dead serious. "Uhhhh! Momma's boy gonna call a cop on me? You haven't got the BALLS to do that." Zig obscenely grabbed his own testicles through his baggy pants to accentuate his lack of respect. The otter laughed sinisterly. "Oh, much worse than that!" He nodded at the figure standing behind the disrespectful rascal. "Ranito, do your thing." When Zig turned around to he bumped against a very big and very wide frog man wearing a black hoodie. The amphibian was looking down at the little guy, his sinister grin licking his lips under his hood. "Who's this fatso, your boyfriend or something? Haha!" The opossum cracked in laughter, not scared of the bubbling mountain of green flesh towering in front of him. The frog took out something large from his pocket and for a split second Zig's bravado flinched, but when he saw that what Ranito was brandishing at him he bursted out in even more laughter. The green man had taken out what looked like a very cheap and fake-looking magic wand, and he was pointing the stage prop at the marsupial like it was the most menacing thing ever. "Hahaha is this a joke? Watcha gonna do with that TOY?" Poof! ... In an instant, Zig's whole world had warped. The grinning frog was no longer facing the rude opossum. One moment the fat dude was in front of Zig, waving his ridiculous wand, the very next he had vanished completely from his line of vision. There was no trace of the otter clerk either. This was strange. How the hell had those two managed to make themselves disappear? And why? In fact the inside of the movie theater was nowhere to be seen, the scenery having been replaced by the street in broad daylight. The sun shone on his fur and the wind tickled his whiskers. The walls of the cinema lobby had been reduced to dust by a poof of smoke, as if the whole building had been a phantasmagoric illusion all along... No, that couldn't be. It had to be that otter and frog playing some sick mind game with him! He was so pissed! He needed to yell obscenities at them to satisfy his anger! "MMMMPH....! Mm, mmmmmph?" That's when he noticed something was stuck in his mouth, making him unable to mutter a single word. It had some sort of rubbery taste. A chewtoy? A ball? He tried to spit out whatever it was, a simple enough action which would make him recover his speech, but... "Mmphft!! Mmph!" ...His efforts were futile. The gag in his mouth was stuck firmly in place by a rubber band that went all the way around his head. He needed to remove it, so he attempted to lower his arms and... Wait, [I]'lower his arms'[/I]? Why were his arms raised in the first place? Because yes, he definitely had them raised, and it was quite tiring to keep them up like that. The anxiety building inside him was causing his hairy armpits to start getting sweaty. The opossum's eyes slowly darted up, fearing what he would see. His hands were cuffed behind his head. He was unable to budge them even a little. He couldn't even move his invididual fingers because he wore very constrictive latex gloves. It felt like someone had put very tight blue boxing gloves on him while he wasn't looking, just to make sure his hands were as useless as possible. If that wasn't enough the handcuffs were not only linked to each other: there was a chain that went from them to a third cuff at the tip of his tail. "HMMMPPHHH??!!" Zig, scared shitless and feeling utterly powerless, struggled in panic. Moving his arms only accomplished a powerful tug on his own tail, which only hurt his bottom and his pride. Looking at it in a certainly ironic way, struggling would only be rewarded by a very painful tail wedgie. Zig wondered what would every single nerd he had wedgied until now think if they could see him in such a ridiculous position, with his arms bound and pulling his own tail in vain repeatedly. They'd surely consider it karmic retribution. Zig felt humiliated as hell. He had no idea how the otter and the frog had managed to cast this weird spell on him, but he was going to beat the shit out of them the moment he got free! At least that's what he mentally told himself. In reality, he felt scared, panicked and cold. [I]...'Cold'[/I]? Zig glanced down with horror and recoiled when he saw what he was fearing to see. He let out a completely muffled scream. He was naked. His lean opossum body, with his exposed belly, nipples, outie bellybutton... ...His penis... ".....MPPPHHHH!!! MMMMMPPHHHH!!!! MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHH!!!!!" Zig's face flushed red with embarrassment, his heartbeat going wild. He yelped out in horror, which caused another painful tug at his own tail, which caused his permanently exposed asshole to gape. He wasn't overreacting. It's just, you see, Zig wasn't exactly proud of his cock. A quick glance at it told you everything you needed to know. He wasn't a shower... or a grower either. He was just that small. His marsupial balls were quite large and round but these low-hangers only served to accentuate the clearly apparent lack of penile length and to stand in the way when jacking off his little wiener. He had never shown his puny penis to anyone in fear of what they might think. It was one of the reasons he was still a virgin and always wore such a rude façade. For his shame to be so explicitly out in the open like this, unable to cover up, was terrifying for the extremely self-conscious opossum. He wanted to run away from the public eye, and quickly. But his feet were also shackled, he had to waddle in itty bitty steps if he wanted to escape. He moved his left bare foot a few inches until he felt a tug on the shackles, then did the same with the other. Left, right, left, right... This was going to take ages! He had been relatively "lucky" so far because the street he was in looked deserted, but at this shambling pace it was only a matter of time before he bumped into anyone! The bright sun shone on his bare fur. The sight couldn't have been more ridiculous with this bound inmate marching into his doom. Completely naked, forced into a humbling position, his butthole greeting the warm caress of the sun for the first time, barely able to walk if you could even call if that... "MMMMPH!!!!" Zig yelped in shock. He had lost his balance for a moment and his bound body had been very close to fall into the pavement. If that had happened, he would have been as helpless as a fish out of the water. "Mmmph...!" He shuddered at the scary thought. "...Are you kidding? How can you say with a straight face that cycling is more boring than football?" Who was that... Oh no, strangers were approaching! And Zig was in the middle of the road! Where could he hide his naked figure? "Wait, you meant American football or soccer... Uh?" Xyler stopped in his tracks. He had been deeply immersed in a conversation with his friend Thorn about sports when he had seen something, or someone, hide behind a large and cylindrical public mailbox that had not been used in years. The two furs stopped mid-conversation and looked at each other, confused by what they had just seen. Xyler was a red lizard with piercing green eyes, bulging muscles, and tight gym clothing that struggled to cover the inmensity of the latter. He loved working out and staying fit, but only because the results led to make others worship and oogle him. Buried underneath that thick layer of superficial desires you may or may not be able to find a nice guy, but a hot date? Definitely. Thorn, for his part, was a rabbit with dark gray fur that combed his ears back in a spiky haircut. His fashion sense was more urban-styled that the lizard's. He usually acted like a tough nut to crack but he recently got himself a boyfriend, a flamboyant white-furred rabbit named Bloom, and since then he had become more outgoing with everyone (as long as they didn't get too close to his partner). Under normal circumstances Zig wouldn't have given a second thought to these two friends. They didn't seem nearly as awesome and rulebreaking as the skateboarder opossum and to be honest the way these two grown men hung out together was kinda gay. But these weren't normal circumstances. Zig was completely naked and tied up like a sex slave as he crouched behind the rusty metal of the mailbox, the only part of the scenery separating him from exposure and perdition. He was practically hiding in plain sight but with his tied hands bound to his tail there was little more he could do to conceal himself. "What was that? I think I saw someone move behind that mailbox." Xyler scratched his head. "Oh?" Thorn turned towards the mailbox the red lizard was pointing at. "You sure? This part of town has been practically abandoned for a long time." "Yep, well, I'm not sure if it was a person or an animal. It was completely brown and fuzzy, so..." "It may have been a dog!" Thorn suggested, his twirly bunny tail twitching eagerly. "I could take cute photos of it and show them to Bloom!" The rabbit said, rummaging to take out his smartphone. Zig shivered in fear. The last thing he'd do was modelling for a nude photoshoot. But as he tried his best to stand still, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, armpits and buttocks and into the hard pavement, the trembling opossum could only ponder his fate as he remained in this humbling position. If he was lucky, they'd call the police and get him arrested for being a pervert. If he was unlucky, they'd have fun at his expense before calling the police and getting him arrested for being a pervert. The odds were not in Zig's favor. Xyler gently pushed the overexcited rabbit to the side. "Watch out, it could be dangerous." Armed with his huge bulging biceps, the studly red lizard leaped towards the opossum's hiding spot. The lizard's green eyes widened when he saw the shivering ball of brown fur. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Zig wished he could melt his body away into the most unconspicious puddle. The big hunky guy had spotted him! A few long, excruciating seconds passed as the nude Zig braced himself for the inevitable reaction... "Oh, it's just a Fur-Slave." Xyler shook his head. ...Eh? Xyler gestured to Thorn that it was safe. The rabbit came over to see the nude opossum and his reaction was similarly unexpected. Even more disappointed, even. "Oh, so it wasn't a puppy, just a naked rat." He sighed. "...Mmph?" If Zig wasn't currently gagged and trying to cover his crotch away from the two onlookers, he would have been visibly surprised. Why were they acting like finding a random naked dude was the most normal thing in the world? What was a 'Fur-Slave'?... And how come they didn't get his species right?! "I wonder how it got all the way here." Xyler said. "Maybe it ran away?" Thorn pondered. "With those restraints? It would be the dumbest Fur-Slave ever if it thought it had any chance to escape too far." Xyler shook his head. "Most probably its owner got bored of it and disposed of the thing without bothering with the paperwork." "Should I call Fur-Slave Control?" "Yep." "Mmmph...?" Zig looked with scared eyes at the two furs. What were they on about? The rabbit made a call and talked to someone, while the big lizard crept closer to Zig. "Come over here, little fella... I won't hurt you..." Xyler said in a soft voice. But his fierce eyes betrayed his words. He clearly thought of Zig as some kind of dumb animal! Zig took a few short steps back, shaking his head. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" "A stubborn one, uh." "Xyler," Thorn put his phone aside for a moment. "They're asking me for a description of the thing. Also, look for its serial code." "Well, it definitely is a rat." Xyler said, to which Zig audibly groaned. "Long pink tail, big round nose, unkempt dirty fur..." The lizard put his clawed fingers on top of Zig's shoulder, which made the marsupial yelp in fear, and directly locked his stern eyes into Zig's own darting pupils. Then, the lizard glanced down. "...Male. Not by much, though." "Oh, it's fixed?" "No, no, in fact his balls are quite large and swoshy-looking. What I meant is that his penis is very small, looks like a tiny shriveled nub." "...like a tiny shriveled nub." Thorn repeated on the phone, word by word. Zig's face was blushing deep red. Hearing his body being described like that felt so demeaning! This was a nightmare! Xyler's face got serious as he examined the opossum's frontal body. Zig tried to struggle but he felt paralyzed by his restraints, Xyler's grip and his own fear. Xyler ran his claws around Zig's chest, brushing away the fur, apparently looking for something. He seemed slightly amused by the naked man's outie bellybutton and wiggled it in a mean manner. "It'd make for a more impressive penis than his nub..." Xyler stared at Zig's cock and balls and then turned the naked Fur-Slave around. "...Weird, usually the serial code is engraved on their chest or their buttocks, but these are completely bare." He said as he pried Zig's buttcheeks apart, examining them closely. "I helped at my uncle's Fur-Slave ranch a few times so I know what I'm talking about." Please, don't look at my anus, don't touch my hole, don't even think about it! Zig pleaded mentally. Unconsciously he was making his sweaty virgin asshole wink at Xyler, but the lizard didn't seem tempted by Zig's naked body at all. For him, Fur-Slaves were mere livestock to be handled. He let go of Zig's sweat-covered cheeks. "I don't find any serial code. Either he never fully completed his processing or whoever owned him didn't want to be traced back." Xyler told the rabbit, who in turn informed the relevant authorities. "They'll be here in a few minutes to collect him." Thorn said. Zig wasn't fully sure what a Fur-Slave was, yet he didn't like the sound of being [I]'collected'[/I] by [I]'Fur-Slave Control'[/I]. Deep down Zig was still hoping that the otter and the frog would come back any second to announce that all of this was some sort of prank. But this was too elaborate to be a simple joke. The disappearing movie theater, hell, the entire neighbourhood being replaced by a desolate, abandoned version of it should have been enough evidence that something terribly wrong was happening. It was like he had been sent off to a different reality. A reality where [I]'Fur-Slaves'[/I] were a thing, and he had been set up to become one... The opossum was shaking and breathing quickly. Panic was starting to creep all over him. He wanted to run away. Far, far away from this weird parallel world. "Watch out Xyler, he's trying to escape!" But of course, imprisoned in his bounds as he was, there was no way he could make it. It had to be one of the most futile escape attempts in history. Xyler didn't even need to sprint, he simply took a few confident steps towards the opossum and pinned the restrained slave against the ground. "Don't worry, my uncle taught me a few techniques to calm down unruly Fur-Slaves." "Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" Let me go! I'm not a Fur-Slave! I'm Zig! An opossum skateboarder with a strong attitude! Xyler licked his lips. "Let's see if you still feel like running away after THIS!" The strong lizard grabbed the Fur-Slave by the balls. "Mmmmmph!" Zig closed his eyes, bracing for the upcoming pain... And then Xyler, holding the opossum's testicles very tight, grinned very mischievously and then... engulfed the entirety of Zig's nub in his mouth. "Mmmph...!" No way... Xyler teasingly licked the small cock, a tingly, pleasurable sensation running across the opossum's whole body. The lizard seemed to know exactly what to do with the little pink tip. "MMmmmmmph!!!" S-stop! Zig's cock didn't take long to become as hard as it had ever been. "You like this, don't you... Fur-Slaves only have one thing in mind." Xyler expertly toyed with Zig's erection, the opossum's cock and balls being treated like putty by the strong lizard hands and tongue. "Mmmmmph... MMMMPH!!!!!" No, don't.... Don't stop... Ahhh! As his nub was sucked for the first time, Zig's brain devolved into mush. Is this what being cocksucked always felt like? No, he wasn't gay! It had to be part of the spell. Yeah, most probably Fur-Slaves were naturally conditioned to be controlled by their sex drives... Wait, but Zig wasn't supposed to be a Fur-Slave either! It was all very confusing for the oppossum... ...And pleasurable, too. When the Fur-Slave Control van arrived, the handlers grinned with satisfaction at the obscenities happening in the middle of the street. "Woah, looks like that lizard is well-versed in Fur-Slave handling techniques." One of them commented. As Thorn greeted the handlers Xyler let go of Zig's cock, his unimpressive erection staying pointing rock-hard at the skies. Zig was whimpering and his face was blushing. Oh shit, what a weird reality full of surprises this was... The handlers stood Zig up, the opossum still groggy by his extreme sexual arousal and the unexpected desires awakening inside him. Making good use of Xyler's 'hard work', the handlers grabbed Zig by his erection and forced him to walk towards the back of the van. "MMmpphh..." B-but can't the lizard suck me for just a few more minutes... It... Felt good... Zig looked back at Xyler, who was cleaning opossum fluids off his mouth as he laughed the whole situation off with his rabbit friend. "This one is unbranded, so a long processing procedure awaits him before his ass gets sold to the hightest bidder..." "You think he has been trained at all? He looks unruly... A total submissive one, though." The Fur-Slave couldn't think properly of what the handlers were saying as his penis was used to led him around. But when the handlers opened the back door of the van, his eyes opened wide in shock. This van... This Fur-Slave Control van, wasn't empty... in fact, it was full! Full of... "Mmmph!?" Fur-Slaves?! The scene was surreal. Inside the small space there were like... ten? No, more than that... There was an incredibly large number of completely naked men of all shapes and sizes squeezed into the back of the van. They were all very rough-looking even though they were different species. Bears, pigs, canines... It was a very cramped sauna of musky smells and grinding flesh. A cacophony of muffled groans and moans. They were all tied and gagged in different positions, some of them blindfolded, all of them unbearably horny. How... is Zig possibly fitting inside? "Put him on top of that fat frog, between the otter and the boar." "MMMMMMPH?!" [I]'On top of'[/I]?! Zig was unceremoniously squeezed inside the van, his buttcheeks on top of the large frog's horny erection. The frog was sitting blindfolded and gagged, but when he noticed the soft butt on top of him his insticts made him grind his cock against it. "MMmpphhh!!!" No, please, don't leave me here! The door of the van was closed. Zig's body joined the mix of intoxicating smells. There was nothing to look at besides flesh and more naked flesh. The Fur-Slaves were extremely horny fellas, not a single one wasn't trying to get off from their situation. When the vehicle's cranky engine was turned the Fur-Slaves felt like they had vibrators going strong on their bare butts. "Mmmmmmmrph...." The naked green frog was taking great pleasure on the tender butt that had been placed on top of his rock-hard cock. He had no way to tell who it belonged to but they were all Fur-Slaves, it wasn't like anyone was gonna complain. The moaning of all the slaves was intoxicating and as Zig's anus was rammed by the obese frog, he caught a glimpse at the naked otter beside him being sucked by a huge bear with a serial code on his butt. Hey, this frog and that otter over there... Aren't they kind of familiar...? But Zig's thoughts were extremely fogged down by all the cocks and butts staring back at him. The van came to an screeching halt, probably it came across a stop sign. There were no seatbelts for the Fur-Slaves; each other's naked bodies were enough to cushion their falls as they were tossed around. Zig learned this the hard way when his head ended up rammed between a stallion's giant sweaty buttocks, the opossum's round nose getting stuffed inside the equine anus. A very long literal and metaphorical journey awaited the naked opossum... ... ... --------------------- And meanwhile, in a different reality... "Who's this fatso, your boyfriend or something? Haha!" The opossum cracked in laughter, not scared of the bubbling green flesh towering in front of him. The frog took out something large from his pocket and for a split second Zig's bravado flinched, but when he saw that what Ranito was brandishing at him he bursted out in even more laughter. The green man had taken out like a very cheap and fake-looking magic wand, and he was pointing the stage prop at the marsupial like it was the most menacing thing ever. "Hahaha is this a joke? Watcha gonna do with that TOY?" Poof! The opossum's eyes went blank and his face became expressionless. He seemed about to collapse to the floor. "Huh?" The otter ran over to the opossum's aid. "Err... Ranito, what have you done to him?" The movie theater clerk shook Zig's inert body. "The magic spell was supposed to give him a wedgie, wasn't it?" "A wedgie spell?" The frog arched his head. "You wanted a spell that would send him far away forever, right?" He used the pointy star on his magic wand to scratch his butt. "So I did just that, I sent him off to a completely random reality without even bothering to check which one." "No, no, I said I wanted a spell that would send him away forever...[I] 'from this movie theater'[/I]!" "Don't get so mad, Travis." Ranito went over to the counter and grabbed the box of popcorn that the otter had offered him as payment. "I didn't make him disappear, I simply swapped him with the 'another him' from the reality I sent him off to." He said as he ate the popcorn. "I'm sure nobody will be able to tell the difference between the two... And with that, my work here is done." His departing words were quite theatrical, but then he simply walked off as he continued eating popcorn. The otter frowned as he tried his best to understand how parallel worlds worked. "Uh..." The opossum woke up. "Are you alright?" The otter attendant asked Zig. "Do you need a doctor?" "Ah!" The opossum dressed like a skateboarding scumbag quickly stood up. He looked up at the otter. Then he looked down at his own clothes and yelped in panic. "I don't know who put clothes on me, I swear! Please don't report me to Fur-Slave Control, please sir!" He began to take off his pants, revealing a Fur-Slave serial code engraved on his left buttcheek. "Woah, woah!" The otter exclaimed in surprise. "Keep the clothes on!" "As you order, sir." The Zig from another reality obeyed. The opossum seemed scared and he wouldn't stop oogling the otter. "My master abandoned me... Are you my next master?" "Wha...?!" Travis was left completely speechless. This new Zig wouldn't stop staring at him with pleading eyes. The otter had given him an order and thus the opossum now considered Travis to be his master, not unlike when a newborn chick starts following the very first thing that it believes is its mother. Luckily for the Zig exiled from his old reality, Travis had been looking for a pet... He put his hand on the Fur-Slave's head. "Yes, I'm Master Travis." The otter grinned, savoring the words that had come out so naturally from his mouth.