In your town, there is a demon that lurks in a cave high up in the mountains. It was found accidentally by miners and has been the fear of the town for years. Why? You ask? It's because every spring it sheds its fur. But this demon has A LOT of fur. So much so that if it sneezes a tsunami of white, soft fur blankets the town in 3 feet of fur. But the king was wise, he found a way that the town could profit from this. They could use the fur to make fabric and sell it.

So, every spring, a dozen gatherers go up to the demon's keep to collect the shedded fur before disaster and bring it back to town, but it takes weeks, and some gatherers don't come back. And this year was your first year as one of those gatherers.

You climb with your group of veterans, you are slightly more energetic than them while they seem serious and traumatized from past years. You reach the top and your legs go numb. There was the demon, a white ball of fluff that was bigger than any castle you've seen. And around it were hills of white fur, ready to be collected. You were handed a rake and a couple sacks to start collecting, and so you did. But as you started, the demon started to rumble.

"IT'S SNEEZING!!!"

The demon sneezed, and fur blasted throughout the cave like a shotgun. Everyone was quickly buried under the fur, you were too busy climbing out to imagine what the town looked like, or care. But as you were digging yourself out, some of the fur began to stick to you and become your own skin.

"Get out ASAP! The fur will turn you into a mindlessly pleasured fur monster that will drag us down with it!"

You imagined the other veterans trying to dig themselves out but succumbing to the unnatural transformation of the fur. You keeped digging, but it seemed to be endless, and almost everyone was going quiet.