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>It's been one year since the /vp/ mansion residents had graduated and entered the world.
>In an abandoned warehouse under a hanging LED light, several folding chairs were arranged in a circle.
>About ten or so members had made it a point to have regular meetings, which soon became group therapy sessions.
>You were one of them.
>Empty bottle of jack daniel's by your chair, you were never a drinker but you tried to see if it helped.
>Turns out steel type poison immunity prevents you from getting drunk.
>The last of you had just made it in.
>Most of those present were furbait mons, with the exception of a gengar and, arguably, an eevee.
>The gengar apparently got mindfucked when he went spying around politicans and military bases.
>The eevee is the only non-broken individual, offering themselves as an emotional support doll for hugs and headpats.
>Currently a braixen was holding them.
>Not the one constantly tearing out his ass.
>Though this one happened to work at that furry maid cafe you joked about.
>Apparently goodra dicks are soft and clenching only forces them deeper. Who knew?
>Braixen did.
>A vaporeon was next.
>Surprisingly unmolested thanks to being able to escape into water easily
>However, everyone and their mother knows and quotes the copy-pasta on sight.
>Yeah that'd get pretty annoying.
>Your turn to speak was coming up.
>"So lucario, how have your struggles been? Did you find that peace inside you while off in those mountains, just like you wanted?"
>"I found dicks. I found dicks inside me."
