I got a handful of prints from Blotch, one of my favorite furry artists. All of them were, of course, strange. Most of them had a degree of, ah, "artistic nudity," that is, showing nude forms but not really making an issue of it. One of them showed a pair of lions in what must, loosely, be described as non-artistic nudity.
This was, of course, the envelope that arrived from the postal service opened.