This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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The train rattled down the tracks, carriages seeming to swing and sway, even though the tracks limited the range of motion that they could have as they rounded turns in the London Underground tube line. It was not the most comfortable place to sit at the best of times and even less comfortable at rush hour when one had to stand. However, on the late trains, other people had dispersed, one by one (sometimes two by two) to their respective stations, disembarking or jaunting off to other lines, all caught up in the grind of finding their way home after what one hoped was an enjoyable night.
Only...two furs on one particular line did not quite seem as eager as others to get off, relaxing into the seats the best they could, although the canine of the pair squirmed in place. Hunching forward, the African Wild Dog wriggled and tried to fold into himself, Soren trying to make himself seem as small and insignificant as possible, even though he was a dog who looked after his physical appearance too to some extent, his coat drawing taut over muscle. It looked like he'd bundled up a little too much for the chill of London on a winter's night, though one could have forgiven him for going overboard on that matter, black ears flicking one way and then the other, catching every little sound. His attire was a far cry from the scantily clad femfurs, of course, that were more often found catching the late train.
His partner there, however, was an entirely different fur altogether, dwarfing him to a comedic level as he hid in her shadow, the dragoness, Amethyst, licking her lips as she clearly enjoyed his predicament. What predicament that was, specifically, still remained to be seen but something was going on there as she relaxed, unzipping her coat to reveal a lighter jacket underneath, though she did not feel the cold so much with her green scales over the fur of a dog that was better-suited to a warmer climate.
Soren grunted, whimpering, and tried to tuck himself into her shadow, though he'd already earned himself a few looks from others in the carriage, gazes slanting curiously across him as if they knew that something, just something, had to be up with him. But it was too much, simply too much, and he couldn't sit still, wriggling and shifting his weight constantly from one butt-cheek to the other, for all the good it did him. Whereas she languished in the epitome of comfort, besides her horns knocking back against the train window, he was small and hunched down, broken and beaten, with his heart pounding in the most fervently delightful of ways.
And she knew it too -- oh, she did. Her lips twisted as she hid her smirk, playing out the moment into a stretch that had him groaning, tongue lolling out as he twisted. Oh... Oh, she knew, she really did know. She used it all to her advantage too, stretching out a wing to cup behind his back, not even allowing him the brief, however tentative, luxury of being separate from her, if only for a moment. He didn't want to shiver away from her but that little bit of distance, the gap between the seats where her thickly muscled thighs did not spill over, bare to the scales in a skirt that was only made shorter by her size, had been the only thing holding him together.
Clenching his jaws shut as a dove eyed him from across the carriage, hastily exiting as soon as her stop came up in a flutter of feathers, he tried not to moan. It was a good thing that, by that point, their carriage was empty as he failed dismally. The vibrations tingled through him, emanating from the toy crammed up under his tail, hidden to outsiders but, oh... Oh, it was so very noticeable to him, trying to lift from the seat even as a needier part of his body and psyche begged him to simply bear down into it, to let the pleasure carry him up and away. Yet with other things that his mistress had locked onto him at that time, it would be unfulfilling, the kind of climax that tapered out, simpered down, left him wanting it all even more than he had in the first place.
Amethyst grinned.
"What's got your tail in a twist?" She smirked, leaning back in her seat, although she seemed far too large for it as she perched there, though comfortably. "You look...hm..."
Pondering, the dragoness stroked her chin, fingering the line of her jaw lightly. The African Wild Dog squirmed, pressing his thighs together, resolutely looking down.
"Oh, that's it!"
Smirking, she slung her arm around the much smaller fur and drew him in against her, snout squished into her breasts, rolling forth proud and heaving with chortling breath. There was no shame in how she conducted herself, showing off what she had to offer -- though an offer, of course, did not mean that anyone was entitled to it. With wickedness dancing darkly in her eyes, she tapped his nose in a way that would have been cute, if not for the remote control tucked safely away in the palm of her paw.
"The vibrations are cranking up now," she teased, sliding the dial on the remote as he squirmed and yipped in place, flushing heavily. "You can feel it... Your dick swelling, trying to get release. But that little cage is too tight for you, isn't it, my little puppy? You didn't need a very big cage to lock that tiny dick of yours up either... I'm surprised it can even get tight with what you're packing there!"
She laughed and, though the humiliation should have washed over him in a bad way, it only made it all the more obvious just how the flesh of his cock teased up to that cage, pressed into the metal bars, begging release that was not his to glean. Yet it was something that his body wanted, all the same, panting and whimpering, giving himself over to the sensation of complete and utter helplessness, a little toy to be used and abused just as she pleased, always as she pleased.
She could have patted him on the head, but she did not. She could have told him that she'd let him get off soon, but she did not. That would have been a lie. And Amethyst did not do lies, darling.
Yet her little doggie had something for her and, well, only so much teasing could be done with a butt plug, as delightful as it had been to switch it on and off (changing the vibration cycles too as she pleased) during the show that they'd been watching. It had made the slow parts of the performances and the interval especially far more entertaining than they would have otherwise have been, enjoying his squirms, how he shifted and ground, trying to rock his hips, yet all the while trying to remain unnoticed and undetected at the best of times.
Cruel... Oh, yes, she'd been called that in the past but she was even crueller than normal as she pressed the back of her paw carelessly down into his cock through his jeans, grinding and teasing. The poor little pup could not help but anxiously try to hump up against her paw like the little slut that he was, ears flattening submissively to his head. The different colours in his coat splashed down until they were hidden by his clothing, tan and white and black all coming together in a cacophony of shading that was so inherently Soren that, truly, she could never have mistaken him for anyone else. Though that was when he was in his fur alone, bare and naked, as she did so tend to lose the little pup from time to time in crowds...
Maybe the remote control butt plug would be helpful with that too? Grinning, she squeezed his shaft, feeling the outline of the cage, her tail locking around his ankle as if she thought that he was about to squirm away, say it was too much, that he couldn't take it anymore. Until his safe word came from his lips, however, anything and everything was fair game, pushing the limits of lust and love more and more every day.
"Easy..."
Yet she didn't want him to be easy, to go easy, to have any sort of easy about him -- Amethyst just wanted her dog to be as he was. And that was a good thing, something that was easily done yet difficult to maintain, panting and whining and pressing up into her side as if she was the only stable thing left in the world. The dragon was his rock, his anchor in reality, and Soren barely managed to stifle a howl as his back arched, tenaciously balanced on the peak of a precarious orgasm that he still knew would be nothing like the one that he truly needed.
But she was about to change all of that.
"Strip down."
He blinked at her, lower jaw dropping.
"W-what?" Soren worked his jaw as if he could not quite get the words out, although his mind had already ground to a halt. "I... I can't! Not here! Please... Mistress!"
Yet no amount of begging, even that little volume, was going to get him out of what she craved for him, eyes twinkling as she tipped forward, tongue flickering out curiously to tickle his nose.
"You will..." Her eyes blazed, burning with an inner fire. "There's only one choice for you here, pup, so choose the right one."
That didn't make sense, nothing made sense, panting and groaning, rolling his head back, chin tipped up submissively to expose his bare throat, pulse pounding beneath the fur. Soren could not, would not, and yet still did, standing shakily as her tail locked him in close to her, moving as if in a dream, the train carriage shaking and rocking around him. It was hardly a stable platform to stand on, let alone change or strip off on, yet it was what he had to work with, averting his eyes studiously from his shaky reflection in the dark window.
"What if someone at a station sees?" He whimpered, although his paws still moved to obey. "The other carriages..."
"It's late," Amethyst breathed. "No one is here. No one but you and me, pup. And you're going to listen to me."