I still remember those days, filled endlessly with horror, ridden with rancor from my soft pelage. My fur rustled and burned with pickles. I tried so hard, but did not realize that my soap was actually pickle juice. “Egh, I thought that'd be 🔥lit🔥". Though I hastily put lotion onto my fur to heal my burns, my skin ached. During the week, I practiced meditation and it killed my fursona, "Oops", I muttered, as Belle Delphine jumped and spilled all the gamer girl bath water on Jerry and they ran
(I changed the long name to Jerry because we agreed to not make this story too stupid)
(I changed the long name to Jerry because we agreed to not make this story too stupid)