in your endless browsing of "te interwebz" you have seen countless advertisements, but this is your first time seeing one for this particular dating service.
"human attracted ferals and feral attracted humans rejoice!" the ad begins, "use FeralHub today to find your ideal mate!"
this is absurd. 'ferals' are not real. there are animals, sure, but none of them know how to use a dating app. but your thing for ferals gets the best of you... maybe it's an ad for a game or something?
So you download the app, and make an account. then you begin to browse. swipe left, right, left -- you think it's just a creative way for some artist to show off their feral designs. a cute idea.
then you get a message. a dog you'd swiped right on evidently liked your profile enough to swipe right on you. at least, that was what the app wanted you to believe. you suppose it must have a chatbot built in to really sell the idea that it's a dating app for ferals.
"Hi cutie~"
you respond with a keysmash.
"ohhhhh a bottom then, huh? mommy likey~"
this was a really good chatbot.
so you converse for a while, sometimes earnestly and sometimes horny-like. it's not like talking to a chatbot at all. you begin to think that maybe some of the other users are also humans, but disguised themselves as ferals. this app is weird.
you look back at her profile.
it has one picture: just her face, an adorable black-and-white border collie.
Luna
20
she/her
feral
trans girlie
enjoys short walks and lots of cuddles
it left a lot to the imagination, but she was cute and you weren't taking this seriously anyway.
you look back at your chat. she sent a photo.
it was taken some distance back, obviously set up on a timer. how a feral could manage that without opposable thumbs was beyond you. but you were starting to think this was more real.
she was a black and white border collie, primarily black with white in the usual places. nothing unusual there. but what drew your attention was the massive pair of white orbs attached to her chest. she wasn't any old feral, but a busty feral, and a stacked one at that. they were each the size of a basketball, which was beyond large for a dog of her size. you couldn't quite make out her nipples, lost in the luxurious fluff of her coat.
"Hope you like xoxo"
you did like it. quite a lot, actually. whoever made this -- because it couldn't be real -- obviously was skilled.
she insisted -- if you were comfortable -- on seeing you next. so you took a picture and sent it.
"You're so pretty!"
you got a spoilered picture in return.
her doggy gock poked out of her sheath. it hadn't quite reached all the way out -- you couldn't see the knot -- but she was hard, and the implication was that it was because of you.
"Look what you're doing to mommy~"
you had to admit, it got you hard, too. your half-erect member was the next photo sent. it got a heart reaction from her. then she asked if she could come over.
at this point, you were fully engaged in this conversation. you had come to forget that this couldn't be real, that busty ferals were not real. you gave your address without thinking.
"omw"
...
several minutes passed. you were beginning to come to your senses. you just gave your address to a random app because a chatbot tricked you into it. you were in trouble. just as you were starting to panic, there came a rapping at the door, like a dog was pawing at it...
you looked out the peephole. there was something low down at the door, but it was hard to make out even through the fish-eye lens. you opened the door gently...
Luna lept onto you! her breasts enveloped your neck and squished against your shoulders as your face was licked all over.
finally she stopped, and got off of you, and you got your bearings back. you looked at her. a busty feral, in the flesh and fur. how is that possible?
"Something the matter, sweetie?" she said, her head cocking to the side.
you stammered over your words. what do you say in this kind of situation?
it didn't matter. she sighed, then happily trotted around until she was on your couch. her ample bust sat before her. she was... intoxicating to look at.
"Come over and give mommy some petting~"
you obeyed eagerly. after all, what are two trans girls to do together on a friday night if not cuddle? even if one of them was the pinnacle of sexual attraction to the other... but as you scratched behind her ears, her tail thumping lazily against the couch, she said "I feel so lucky... there are no humans where I come from. To everyone else, I'm just a freak fetishist..." and suddenly you realized, you were each the other's exact type.
