the bully furries

As you walked past, your eyes were drawn to the ‘bully furries’—a trio of nonbinary troublemakers who seemed to have stepped straight out of a fever dream. The leader, with a wild mane of multicolored fur and a tattered leather jacket, flashed a grin that was equal parts charming and terrifying. Their eyes, sharp and calculating, seemed to see right through you. On either side were their companions: one with a hulking, bear-like build and a scowl that could curdle milk, and the other, lean and cat-like, with a playful smirk that hinted at mischief. Their laughter, a cacophony of high-pitched giggles and deep, rumbling chuckles, filled the air, sending a chill down your spine. They were the kind of characters who thrived on chaos, leaving a trail of bewildered and slightly terrified onlookers in their wake. You couldn’t help but feel that crossing paths with them was both a blessing and a curse, as their unpredictable nature promised both danger and the possibility of an unforgettable encounter.