"Now what?" Lauren asked.
"Well, I AM a fursuit..." she said, looking at Lauren sinisterly. Lauren backed away.
"Oh no, we are NOT doing this again! You agreed to stay out of my hair!" Lauren replied. Krystal laughed in response.
"Were just joking, calm down!" She said. "We're gonna go out. I think I saw someone in dire need of a good time!"
Before Lauren could protest, Krystal bolted out of the room, out of the dorms and into the moonlit night.
She used her fluffy nose to track down who she was talking about. Her tits bounced as she walked. When she caught a whiff of the one she wanted to make hers, her tail wagged with excitement.
She rushed into the other set of dorms, and followed it to the stairs. Everyone who caught an eyeful of Krystal bolted or asked to take pictures. Krystal agreed to some, but not all.
She eventually found the dorm, number 1116. Her fluffy hand opened the door, as she navigated around the dorm, looking for her target. "You're mine!" She thought, seeing her prey fast asleep.
Her prey? A brown-haired skinny white boy named Robert.
She eyed him as she slowly took off his clothes. He woke up to Krystal's luminous green eyes and her fluffy blue paws on his skin.
"We're gonna have so much fun!" She said in a sultry voice.
Before Robert could scream, Krystal...
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