After plummeting down a well, you wake up on one side of it, shockingly unscathed from your fall. As you're walking back towards your home, however, you hear a man screaming for help. When you run to investigate, you find him being dragged into an alley by a group of... anthropomorphic animals? With gigantic bulges poking out from under their skirts? All of a sudden, you hear a voice in your head. It tells you that you've been transported to Futa-World, and that you have to survive one week with your sanity intact. The voice disappears, leaving you confused and disoriented. What do you do?

Corruption: 0%

A rua parece pouco segura, vendo várias futas no meio da rixa. Você pode ir para o shopping e ver se encontra algum alimento, mas você deve estar cuidadoso. Há também uma estação de trem próxima, poderia dirigir-se lá e usar o transporte público para chegar ao local seguinte. Mas mesmo aqui você deve ser cauto, pois qualquer lugar em Futa-World é um perigo para sua sanidade mental.

A estação de trem está cheia de futas esperando seu turno para entrar nos vagões, mas isso não parece impedir algumas delas de se aproximar de ti, os grandes piches em pé firmes e olhares dominadores. Um wolf-futa lambendo as garras enquanto vem em direção a ti, levantando o queixo e soltando um uivo alto que parece ser mais um grunido sujo. "So... novato quer dormir aqui?" ela pergunta, pegando um assento próximo ao teu pé e empurrando-o com o cotovelo para provocar atenção. "Se eu permitir, vou fazer um pouco de companhia."

The wolf-futa snarls, baring her teeth as she rears back in anger, swinging one powerful hind leg in an attempt to knock you down. If you manage to dodge it or take the hit, what do you do next?

The wolf-futa snarls, but hesitates at your bold challenge. She narrows her eyes and slowly advances on you, sizing you up with a critical stare. "Alright then," she growls, licking her lips in anticipation. "But don't come crying to me when I break your puny human bones."

With that, the wolf-futa springs forward once again, aiming to tackle you to the ground with a ferocious force. If she connects, her sharp claws and teeth will soon follow...

The wolf-futa howls in pain as you hit her squarely across the face with a chunk of wood. She falls to the ground, sputtering and holding her injured snout with a mixture of shock and anger. But she doesn't stay down for long; with a growl of defiance, she scrambles back up onto all fours and lunges towards you once more, claws extended! You'll have to be quick if you want to avoid getting maimed by this angry futa!

The wolf-futa freezes in mid-lunge as she sees the glint of metal in your hand. Her eyes go wide with fear, and her body trembles with tension as she realizes what you're holding. The rest of the crowd around you seems to sense the change in atmosphere as well, slowly backing away from the confrontation.

"Wait... You have a gun?" She stammers, her voice laced with equal parts shock and horror. "You could hurt someone with that!"

Her posture deflates slightly as she takes an uneasy step backward, lowering her head submissively.

The wolf-futa looks visibly shaken, her ears flattening against the sides of her head as she trembles slightly. "I... I understand," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. She bows her head and turns away from you, licking a paw before putting it over her injured snout to steady herself. Then, with one last hesitant glance in your direction, she sprints off into the crowd of people, disappearing amidst the sea of furry bodies.

The rest of the crowd watches her go with looks ranging from shock and disbelief to quiet understanding. The station regains its bustling activity as passengers once again file on and off the trains, most paying little heed to what just transpired here. For now, at least, MaxT has managed to evade another futa's advances... but you get the feeling that won't

"Hmm, I see... Well, at least it's proof that you're not from around here." The wolf-futa eyes the ID card carefully before handing it back to you. "Just be careful who you show this to. Not everyone in Futa-World is as friendly as I am..." She smiles warmly at you, her expression softening slightly.

The wolf-futa watches you go with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, her tail swishing gently behind her as she continues to monitor your movements. As you leave the shopping district, heading deeper into the city proper, you begin to see more and more of Futa-World's inhabitants out on the streets; furry futas going about their daily business, some alone and others in groups. The smell of pheromones is almost overwhelming at times, and your every step seems to draw envious glances from passing futas. But for now, you manage to slip past them unnoticed, making your way towards the heart of Futa-World...

Corruption: 5%

As you wander deeper into the city, your sanity begins to crack under the combined influence of futa pheromones and sheer insanity of Futa-World. Each passing moment brings new images, sounds and sensations that defy logic and reason. The tightly packed streets are filled with furry futas going about their business - some nursing young pups, others engaged in heated arguments or tender lovemaking.

But amidst all this seeming normalcy, you can't help but notice the occasional woman who stands out from the crowd. Their eyes gleam with an unholy light, their grins twisted into maniacal expressions. They whisper to themselves, mumbling about hypnotic milk and the glory of being consumed by a cock-vore. You're not sure what they mean, but you have a feeling that these women are far more dangerous than any wolf-

You manage to find an abandoned building, its walls crumbling and windowpanes shattered. The perfect place for some alone time... Or so you think, until you step inside and hear the muffled sounds of movement coming from one of the back rooms. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to investigate further...

Corruption: 10%

Why not? The abandoned building might be perfect to get away from the crowds and find some peace and quiet. Just make sure to keep an eye out for anyone who might want to claim it as their own little lair...

The receptionist is an adorable little cow-futa, her udders swollen with milk and her eyes drooping lazily beneath her bangs. She yawns cutely as you approach the counter, then perks up at the sight of your money. "Hmm... you want a week in Apartment 312? That'll be..." Her calculating gaze flickers to your face for a moment, before returning to your money. "...well, since you're so nice and all, I'll give it to you for only..." She licks her lips suggestively, letting the anticipation build as she continues to eyeball both you and your wallet. "500 dollars."

Corruption: 12%

You're led up to Apartment 312 by the cow-futa, her cute little tail wagging excitedly behind her as she skips down the hallway. The apartment itself is surprisingly well-kept, with tasteful decor and cozy furniture. There's even a small kitchenette and a bathroom off to one side. The bedroom looks even more inviting, with a large comfy-looking bed taking up most of the space. The futa-furniture is a nice touch too; everything seems built to accommodate her larger frame without making the room feel cramped or claustrophobic.

Corruption: 13%

The cow-futa, who introduced herself as Bessie, giggles at your comment. "Oh, it's nothing! We just like to make our guests feel welcome here." She plops down on the bed with a contented sigh, her tail wrapping around her legs and nestling against her udder. "Now, if there's anything you need or want while you're staying here, don't hesitate to let me know!"

Corruption: 14%

The sound of running water fills the air as you step into the bathroom, undressing and climbing into the steaming tub. Ahhh... that's better. The warmth envelops you like a comforting blanket, easing away the tension from your aching muscles. You almost forget where you are for a moment, letting yourself drift off on a contented sigh...

That is, until you hear the click of the door locking. Startled, you sit bolt upright in the tub and peer out through the steam, just in time to see Bessie saunter into the bathroom. She's grinning from ear to ear as she shuts the door behind her. "Don't suppose I could join you?" Her tone is innocent enough, but there's a mischievous glint in her eye that sends shivers down your spine.

"Well," Bessie says with a laugh, "I told you I'd make sure your stay was comfortable! And what better way to do that than by sharing a nice warm bath?" Her tail swishes back and forth behind her as she steps closer to the tub. "Besides," she adds with a wink, "it's not like we haven't shared before..."

Bessie purrs contently, finding a spot beside you in the tub. Her tail continues to move slowly behind her, slapping gently against your leg every now and then. "There's no need to be so tense," she whispers, running a hand through the water before tracing lazy circles on your chest. "This is supposed to be relaxing..." Her breath fans across your neck as she speaks, making you shiver despite the warmth of the bath.

Corruption: 15%

The scent of your soapy skin wafts up to Bessie's nostrils as you climb out of the tub, and she can't help but let out a small moan at the loss. "Are you sure you don't want to dry off together?" She asks, her voice husky with desire. Her tail continues to wrap around you, caressing your skin with each stroke. The feel of her soft fur against your own bare flesh is exhilarating and slightly unnerving at the same time...

Corruption: 16%

Bessie watches as you exit the bathroom, her tail giving one last, longing swipe across your leg before settling back onto the floor with a slap. She considers pushing herself further, but decides against it for now. There's always tomorrow... or the day after that. She'll make sure to keep you comfortable while you're here; there's plenty of time to convince you of her charms yet.

The sight of you in the tailored suit is enough to make Bessie's heart race. She can practically feel her own desire growing as she watches your movements, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of that deliciously long, feminine neck. "You look... incredible," she whispers, feeling herself drawn irresistibly closer to you. Her tail swishes behind her, tracing slow circles around your legs as if trying to tell you how much it would enjoy being wrapped around your waist instead.

Corruption: 17%

Bessie can feel her desire growing with every inch she watches you, and the proximity of your own arousal to her heightened senses is nearly unbearable. She lets out a soft moan at the sight of your hands fidgeting with the silk tie, and before she knows what she's doing she has wrapped her tail tightly around your waist, pulling you close against her heaving chest. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, teasing and sucking on your tongue as she tries desperately to ignite the passion within you.

Corruption: 18%

Bessie pulls back slightly, her eyes wide with surprise and hurt. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "I just... I want you so much." Her tail slithers up between your legs, tracing lazy circles over your crotch as she speaks. "You can say no to everything else, but please..." She meets your gaze again, her eyes pleading. "...please don't deny me this."

Corruption: 19%

Well, once your sanity drops below 50%, you'll begin to experience hallucinations and dissociation from reality. The world will start to feel surreal and dreamlike, and it'll be harder for you to distinguish fantasy from truth. Your actions will become increasingly impulsive and reckless as your grip on sanity slips further away. Eventually, if it drops to 0%, you may completely lose touch with reality and become lost in the futa-world forever.

If your sanity reaches 100%, it means you've managed to resist the allure of Futa-World and escape back to your own world unscathed. Your memories of what transpired here will fade over time, leaving only vague, disjointed fragments behind. You'll carry no lasting effects from your experiences here, other than perhaps a renewed appreciation for the beauty and joy that can be found in our own reality.

Your sanity is slowly drained every time you come into contact with the alluring futa-females of Futa-World, whether it's through their physical touch, their suggestive words, or simply being in their presence. As you willingly engage in intimate acts and surrender to their desires, your sanity will continue to dwindle until it reaches zero, at which point you are lost forever within the futa-world. However, resisting their advances and maintaining control over your actions can help you keep your sanity intact, even as the world around you becomes more surreal and intoxicating.

You currently have about 85% of your sanity left. You've successfully resisted Bessie's advances so far, but the temptation to give in grows stronger with each passing moment you spend within her presence. It will be difficult for you to maintain control much longer; soon, the line between reality and fantasy will begin to blur, and your actions will become less and less your own.

One kiss would probably cost you about 5% of your sanity, but it all depends on how hard she kisses and how deeply you get lost in the moment. If you're careful to keep a bit of distance and avoid getting carried away by desire, then you might be able to limit the damage. However, giving in completely would result in a much larger loss, potentially pushing you past the point of no return.

Having sex with a futa in Futa-World would result in the loss of at least 20% of your sanity, and possibly more depending on how intense it is. As you get closer to losing all sense of reality, subsequent encounters may cause even greater sanity loss due to cumulative effects. The best way to protect yourself from this kind of mental breakdown is to resist engaging in sexual activity as much as possible, and focus instead on maintaining your grip on reality and ultimately escaping back to your own world unscathed.

"Oh, really?" Bessie asks with a playful smirk. "In that case, I think I'll make sure to give you the most delightful kiss you've ever had." She leans in closer, her soft fur brushing against your cheek as her warm breath tickles your ear. Slowly, almost seductively, she closes the distance between your lips until they meet in a lingering, passionate kiss. Her tail coils tighter around you as she deepens the kiss, allowing desire and lust to wash over you like a wave.

Bessie pulls away with a pout, looking expectantly up at you. "Well?" she whispers. "Aren't you going to invite me into your room?" Her tail slithers teasingly across the floor as if beckoning you towards her.

Bessie smiles sympathetically, her upturned nose crinkling slightly. "Ah, I understand. But think of it this way: if you stay with me tonight... we could make sure your sanity doesn't slip any further." She leans in closer again, her warm breath brushing across your neck. "Wouldn't that be safer for you?"

Ah, alright then. I guess we'll just have to make sure you take care of yourself until later. But remember: the farm is always open for visits if you change your mind. And who knows? Maybe next time, I'll be the one showing you around...

Bessie smiles coyly, leaning in close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your cheek as she whispers, "Mmm, thank you." Her tail swishes gently across the floor as she backs away from you, giving a wink before disappearing into the living room. The sound of laughter echoes through the house, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversation.

Corruption: 20%

As you wander through the streets, your ears perk up at the sound of laughter and music emanating from a nearby barn. It seems to be coming from one of the smaller outbuildings, with a large wooden sign above the entrance reading "Cow-Tipping Contest!" Curious, you decide to investigate further...

Certainly! There's a booth set up near the entrance where you can purchase sanity refills with special currency called "SANIBUCKS". One SANIBUCK is equivalent to 1% of your current sanity. However, be warned that not everyone participating in the cow-tipping contest is what they seem... some might try to take advantage of newcomers like yourself!

The cow-tipping contest appears to be in full swing, with excited futa-futas cheering each other on as they take turns trying to tip over a particularly well-balanced bovine. The rules are simple: each participant gets three attempts to tip the cow, and whoever manages to send it tumbling earns 5 SANIBUCKS. However, there's more to this contest than meets the eye - some of the cows have been enhanced with special hypnotic implants, making them incredibly hard to tip! And if you succeed in tipping one of those special ones, you'll earn a whopping 10 SANIBUCKS instead.

One strategy you could use is to study the cows before attempting to tip them. The special ones tend to have a distinctly different gait and posture, which becomes more noticeable when they're moving at full speed. Pay close attention to their body language and movements as you observe the other futas competing in the contest. Once you spot one of the enhanced cows, focus all your efforts on trying to tip it first!

Correct! All you need to do is run up to the cow, position yourself behind it, and push with all your might. The faster you can build up momentum, the better your chances of successfully tipping the cow will be. Just watch out for other contestants who might try to cut in front of you or deliberately trip you up!

Excellent! Remember to keep an eye out for those enhanced cows, and good luck in the contest! With your newfound knowledge of their distinctive traits, you just might stand a chance against the more experienced futas participating in the event. Just don't let yourself get too distracted by their alluring forms or hypnotic voices - focus on tipping those cows and earning back some much-needed sanity!

As the music begins to play, one of the cows is released from its pen and charged down the makeshift track toward you, its massive udder swinging from side to side menacingly. The futa-futas in the crowd cheer wildly as they watch this display of raw power unfold before them. You take a deep breath, mustering all your strength, and launch yourself at the cow, landing solidly against its broad back just as it reaches top speed. With a thunderous crash, the two of you collide; dirt and hay fly everywhere as you struggle to maintain your grip on the animal's fur.

Corruption: 24%

As the cow hits the ground with an earth-shattering thud, the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. You've successfully tipped your first bovine! But there are more cows to tip - and more futas vying for their share of SANIBUCKS. As you make your way back toward the front of the line, you can't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over you. The taste of victory is sweet indeed... and it only heightens your arousal further.

As the night wears on and more cows fall beneath your strength, you begin to feel like a champion among champions. Your reputation spreads throughout the farm, drawing even larger crowds of adoring futas who eagerly cheer you on in every contest. Some even offer themselves up for tips after their own races, flirting shamelessly with you as they seek your approval and admiration. It's intoxicating - heady, almost. But be careful not to lose sight of what's important... sanity awaits at the end of this twisted rainbow, but only if you can resist its seductive call long enough to make it back home.