Hear me out here. I had a stupid idea while showering and I HAD to act on it. So here. Enjoy ANOTHER stupid take on the Boykisser meme. May he never die. Also enjoy a short story about it in the description

Boyscrubber

Well, it finally happened. You always thought it was a joke, but no. As you are thrust into the concrete walls of Horny Jail, you find that you are not alone. In fact, there are so many others, wearing the same orange jumpsuits. Funny, you always thought horny jail would have different dresscode, but then again, you also thought it didn’t really exist in the first place, so what’s to REALLY be expected here?

The inmates stare at you with hungry, lustful eyes. Fresh meat. Oh god… Is this gonna be like all those prison movies you watch? Are you gonna have to prove yourself? You stand up from the sticky floor, a harsh peeling sound like velcro follows you. The smell of the place is awful! You thought your room was bad with all the things you beat your meat too, but this? It penetrated your nostrils and refused to leave! Furries of all species, genders, and sizes surrounded you. What was gonna happen?!

A short, brown rabbit with a purple scarf dared to run up to you. “Come with us, inmate.” He dragged you by the hand, no taller than your waist. The crowd followed you, a few of them fiddling with their lower regions, their jumpsuits getting tighter. A towering otter with a bulging belly and muscles with throbbing veins in particular seemed very excited for this. Was his left arm larger than his right?

The rabbit pulled you to the showers, steam billowing from the open doors. “Get in there. Time for initiation.”

Oh god! IT WAS LIKE THE MOVIES! You have no choice but to walk in. Who knows what they’d do to you if you tried to run? You strip from your fresh, clean, stain-free jumpsuit, exposed and walk into the steam.

It’s like a horror movie. The sound of running water is enough to confirm that it’s the communal shower, but what awaits you in here? Some massive guy that has to ‘check’ everyone when they come in? Some trial by fire, or water in this case? It smelled like musk. Unwashed cum and musk. Honestly, you weren’t unaccustomed to this, being a gooner yourself.

“Well, hello~” A feminine voice says amongst the mist. “You must be new.”

You dart left and right, trying to find who could have said that. It didn’t sound like a macho guy.

“Come closer. I want to see you.”

You try to follow the voice, but sounds of water hitting the tiles from all around you are hindering any sense of direction you may have. You take careful steps forward, trying not to slip and fall.

Suddenly, a wet paw grasps you. “Theeeeeere you aaaaare~” You could just barely make out the silhouette in the mist, but it wasn’t anyone you could recognize. “What’s the matter? Have I been here too long? Has my fame dwindled?”

“What?” You dare ask. “Who are you?”

The figure chuckles. “You like kissing boys, don’t you?”

You gasp. There’s no way! Is that what happened to him? “Boykisser?”

“That’s me~” The mist seemed to clear. There he was. Ladden with a showercap and wet fur, he stared at you with black, pupiless eyes. His other paw raises, holding a pink bar of soap. “Tell me, inmate.” He smirked.

“You like scrubbing boys, don’t you?” You don’t know what to say. The only thing you can do is nod, not wanting to know that would happen if you way no. “You’re a BOYSCRUBBER.” He grabs you and pulls you toward one of the massive shower heads.

“Get to work, boyscrubber. The boys around here use me so much I can’t wash the musk out of my fur.” He hands you the bar of soap. “Try not to drop it. You know what they say.”