You were just walking through the mall, like you do every week, not really watching where you were going. You always took a walk around the mall when you were angry. Something about the place seemed to calm you down.
The reason you were angry was because you just found out that you now ex-girlfriend ran off with some skunk. No, literally, he's a skunk. Anthropomorphic animals are a common sight in this universe.
You sipped you slushie you bought from an Icee stand, the cold slush somewhat calming you down. "Damn that little skank!" You thought to yourself. "Maybe I should just stay away from women from now on. Just remain single the rest of my life. Every women I've ever met has always ended up stabbing me in the back."
Suddenly you run into someone. Literally, you run into her. The impact knocks both of backwards onto the floor. The lid of you cup pops off, and your slushie splashes onto her shirt. "Are you okay?" A voice asks. You look up to see the most gorgeous thing you've seen!
She's a total fox! Literally. Her body is covered in red fur, with black on her hands and feet. Long red hair goes down to her shoulders. She is wearing short shorts, and a white T-shirt, which is now see through, thanks to you, showing her gorgeous breasts, which had to be at least F-cup.
"I'm fine." You say, getting up and holding out your hand. She takes your hand and you lift her back up. "What a gentleman." She giggles. She looks down at her exposed chest. "Oh no! This was my best shirt!"
"I'd be willing to buy you a new one." You offer. "Really? You'd do that?" She asks. "It's the least I could do, after all, I'm the one who ran into you and spilled my drink all over you."
She embraces you in a hug, squishing her breasts against your chest. "Oh thank you!" You blush a little as the two orbs of flesh press into you, she dosen't even notice.
You both head to the nearest GAP store. She picks out a new shirt, a pink tank top that shows more of her cleavage than her see through shirt, you pay for it and she heads into the dressing room.
"So, what's your name?" She asks from inside the booth. "John." You say. "Sheila." She replies. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" You begin to rethink your state of staying off of women. She seems different from the rest. She seems so sweet, and kind, not to mention hot. Maybe you can give it one last shot?
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