I Require Your Magnificent Weapon

To satisfy my best friend's sordid desires, I briefly transformed the image I was drawing into a furry one, and he grinned slack-jawed, looking as though he could die right then without regrets.

"...No wonder it's called a dick-case declaration outfit. It's fucking sexy even though everything's covered."

"Of course. When you're proudly saying, 'I'm your personal fuckhole,' who wouldn't get turned on? If you aren't, you're gay."

I mean this sincerely.

Anyone who says wedding dresses aren't sexy is on the same level as the ignorant bastards who claim fox beastkin aren't sexy.

"Pure white—the pure heart that says I'll love only you, and the solemn vow to accept only your cock in my pussy."

A wedding dress is as close to the fruition of love as a baby forming in the womb, so how could it possibly not be sexy?

"Unless it's a truly disgusting image, wedding dresses are supposed to be sexy. Fuck, you're the weird one for being unable to get turned on unless it has an animal snout!"

"That's a little unfair, isn't it? There's a reason I don't get turned on by ordinary women."

"Bullshit! The guy who jerked off five times on the spot to the bunny from Zootopia in middle school sure has a lot to say!"...