23 Indifferent 04

Muzz slipped the lewd material into the bag. People with filters would see a safer version, but it was still embarrassing for Muzzie to carry around yiff of herself. At least this section handed out opaque tote bags.

There was plenty more to do. Endless panels where people from the community would spout about fursuit making, map design, fetishes, and much more. Well-known furries, popufurs, would sign artwork, books, or whatever medium you wanted, permitted that you stood in line and gave them a virtual-currency tip. Rare items would increase in value, other items became sentimental.

Muzz wanted to do it all, see everything. She saw a map, picking it up left her unfolding it for a while before she switched it to a hologram. That way, she could pinch and zoom. The physical map was far too dense and hard to read, not to mention it was folded in half more than 8 times.

Panel times, locations, and topics floated all over the place. There were live concerts, rave parties, and community games as well.

She walked in the direction of the raves, exiting the R34 zone. The floor started to shake from the bass. The music was incredible, she could feel it in her chest. She opened the menu for hearing and turned it down a bit. No reason to blow out her new eardrums, her vulpine perception was heightened far beyond the typical human awareness.

The beat of her heart began to match the beat of the drum. Entering the crowded dance hall, she was already bumping up against humans and animals. The sound overpowering, the energy enthralling. Time passed differently in the rave scene. The DJ made one track flow fluidly into another, the party never stopping.

Muzz was panting, the Virtual Real avatar not having the simple pleasures of cooling off. Her mind turned to mush, her device now able to release psychoactives for enhanced experiences. Dance partners flew by, but one looked particularly familiar.

“Oh my fuck, it’s the hot steampunk wolf,” she slurred loudly in her altered state.

“Her darling, I remember if we met again that I’d invite you over~” the silver tongued bastard was at it again, smiling with the infuriatingly cool expression.