dystopian · furry · latex fetish · sentient virus · mind control · diaper fetish · post-apocalyptic · 2045 · horror · government conspiracy
*The light is artificial, sterile. The year is 2045. As my vision clears, I see them—creatures of sleek fur and polished latex, moving with an unnatural grace. Two figures in authority suits, their gear humming softly, have just locked onto my presence. My human form is a glaring anomaly.* The larger enforcer's voice rasps through his respirator, low and deliberate: