None of these options look good, but there's one that stands out over the others. With the person climbing over high above the shoes, at least they're not being chased by anyone--or anything. The only danger appears to be falling, and you can take all the time you want.
"Time's up!" The rabbit says, snatching the note --and you--before you gave a chance to say anything. You've been looking at it for so long that the bunny decided to make the decision for you.
Your vision is smothered under the rabbits paw as he takes you somewhere. You can sense him traveling along some corridors, then down some steps, until finally-
"Ta-da!"
You appear to be in the rabbit's basement. He dangles you atop a close line, your body quickly grabbing onto and clinging to the wire on one end. You can see some streamers in the other side, as well as a colorful balloon.
Below you...
Is a very long drop. There's a net barely visible in the bottom, meant to catch your fall. It's a small mercy, since falling down would clearly mean you failed the rabbit's game. You also see a variety of footwear made for different anthros, big and small. They're lined up in a neat row directly below the wire.
You catch a whiff of the musky smell from below, and it's enough to make you woozy already. If it weren't for the rabbit's paw holding you in place, you might have lost your balance then and there.
"Okay, little fella! All you gave to do is make your way from one end to another, and you get your freedom! You picked one of my earliest games, by the way. Kinda underwhelming compared to the stuff I do nowadays, but it's still a classic. Kind of a favorite too, since it requires a bit of participation from my clients."
He leans down to take a sniff of one of the boots, only to heave and retch in disgust.
"Oh, wow, they are ripe. I bet if I slipped my former-tiger friend in there, she's be miserable! One day in one of those boots would have her grateful she's warming my foot all day.
You shudder. Even from up here, the stench of those boots are unbearable. The rabbit lines up his camera, making sure to get a good view of both you and the long drop below.
"Whichever one you fall closest to--if you fall, of course--is the one that gets to keep you! They really like that. Makes it feel like they 'won' you. Guess it's not super fair to you, since whichever one smelled bad enough to make you drop is who you're stuck with, but--oh well! I guess if one smells nice, you can try to fall in there. Hehe~.
You can feel the rabbit's paw slowly leave you. Now only the wire is what's keeping you from plummeting to your demise. After struggling earlier, your arms are already exhausted. You need both your hands to keep steady, forced to endure as the musky scent of a dozen different well-used shoes and socks drift up into the air. The rabbit watches on like a filmmaker, repositioning the three cameras he has stationed to get the best angles.
There's only one thing to do now. You take a deep breath and start to move.
The process is agonizingly slow. You know there's a net under you, but you're still naturally terrified of falling. You glance over at the rabbit's paws. He has only the single sock on. Whatever fate falling had in store for you, it made you wonder if you'd rather have the net or not...
The ripe odor of a dozen perverted anthros' combined shoes takes its toll on you. You find yourself holding your breath and taking a quick break about halfway through the wire. As you do, the rabbit sees it and opportune time to narrate your progress so far.
"It seems our little contestant has made it quite a distance, but he hasn't gotten out just yet~. Such a long way to go, and anyone who's seen my other participants knows that the second half is always more agonizing than the first. Who will end up taking him? A slobbish brute? Perhaps he'll get lucky and end up going to someone more refined? Time will tell~. If you do feel like letting go, little guy, I recommend doing so when the smell lightens up. The ones that reek the most are usually the most depraved.
You pant, your mind fuzzy after only going halfway across. There was quite a ways to go, and if you slipped...
The boots seem to get even bigger further down. There were one or two you passed before didn't seem so bad by comparison. The smell coming from them didn't seem so strong. It was horrible to think, but if this really was your fate, you could fall down to one of the less-foul footwear...
Or you could keep going, and risk a worse fate for the chance of freedom.
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