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.
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Valentine's Games
This year, Valentine's Day fell on Saturday. In some instances, the holiday was reason for female furs to demand every last extravagance that a partner was unwilling to give, buying into commercialism to forget love. In others, however, it was an excuse to seduce and demonstrate another example of the love that was present all year round. True love, after all, was not only for a day. A card, while special, could never match up to the life genuinely thrumming between partners, regardless of time together.
The corgi was late returning home as light faded, a common occurrence. The tan canine with a white patch to the right side of her muzzle clipped at a smart pace down the pavement, returning to the terraced house where her partner waited. Hams wore a three piece suit in business black, suited to her office work, but offset by a violet blouse with a pressed collar. Wearing sensible 'tall enough' heels, she announced her approach with each tap upon the pavement, heads turning on the street to watch the curvaceous corgi pass. A small smile played across her painted lips and her stride bounced, short tail wagging contentedly. The heels were fabulous at showing off her legs. One could not see her legs beneath the suit trousers, of course, but she knew they were accentuated.
Hams exhaled slowly and stretched both arms above her head, blouse popping out of her trousers where it had been neatly tucked in, reaching for the red painted door. Paint peeled in one corner, white chips against the stark, rich crimson. That would have to be fixed shortly, perhaps over the weekend. The weekend would be a busy one with Valentine's and seeing her family on the Sunday in addition to all the mayhem she was due to cause. Her smile broadened - it would be a good day. It was only too bad that exhaustion radiated through her frame from head to toes and she wanted nothing more than to slip between the bed sheets with Aadra that night. It would be okay. She had something special planned for day itself - for the time being, however, she was more than relieved it was Friday.
Stepping into the narrow hallway, Hams hung her keys on a hook by the door, kicking off her heels with a soft groan. The carpet was soft against the soles of her paws and the corgi nudged the shoes further aside, bumping the skirting boards: they could be dealt with in the morning. The hall clock ticked past eight and the street lamps outside had already flickered into full, warm glows.
Pricking her ears, the corgi brushed a strand of ginger hair back from her forehead; it curled in the most unruly fashion. Artificial sounds of fighting and magic emanated from the living room in the usual tell tale sign of the expected who was doing the expected what within. Hams giggled, covering her mouth with one paw.
Hams padded into the living room, furnished so that it was on the edge of appearing cluttered. It was perfect that way. Sitting at the computer, Aadra leaned forward into the computer screen, unaware of his girlfriend creeping up behind him with surprising stealth. Aadra was a cross between a border collie and an Australian Shepherd, leaving the back of his grey coat with a pattern of thick, darker slashes and his white front trimmed with brown where it met his legs. His triangular ears flopped slightly in concentration as he focused on the screen, the white half of his muzzle in view as the corgi tiptoed closer. Alas, true grace was not to be hers that night! Just as she reached him, Ham's paw caught on the carpet and she fell with a squeak, landing with a thumping paw on each of Aadra's shoulders. He jumped visibly, half-glanced up and chuckled, used to the clumsiness, as Hams blushed beneath her fur, resting on him as if it was what she had intended to do all along.
"Hi, hon," she kissed his cheek, draping her arms around the canine's neck - a position that also had the convenient side effect of pressing her breasts to his back. "How was your day?"
"Hey."
His eyes were glued to the screen.
She waited on further detail and, when none was forthcoming, nosed his cheek.
"Did you have a good day?" She repeated, stifling a grin in an attempt of mock-seriousness.
Aadra did not answer, furiously tapping the keyboard. Hams shook her head, unable to be annoyed. It was funny how he got so into his video games. What was he playing now? League of Starcraft or something? Not one she was interested in at the present moment, which was a shame. Regardless, it was good to have some different interests: it gave them both the space they needed.
Rolling the tiredness off her shoulders, she left him to it; the only thought in her mind was the wish to take the weight off her paws. The corgi detoured to the kitchen, put the kettle on and situated her favourite sizeable mug beside it, though she didn't yet know what she wanted to drink. The bedroom and a change of clothes beckoned too alluringly to pause longer.
Darting up the stairs, Hams bounded into the tidily furnished bedroom, noting with delight that Aadra had made the bed after coming home from work. Fresh sheets! He didn't forget the little things. Well, not more than any normal fur.
Humming to herself, Hams stripped her jacket and trousers, hanging both up in the large wardrobe. The blouse was tossed in the laundry basket, falling half over the side and leaving the corgi in matching purple undergarments only (she'd had to have a purple bra to hide under her blouse at work and one could not go without matching panties if they wanted to feel their best!). Only pyjamas would do after a day like hers, she thought as she brushed her hair back into a loose ponytail. Pausing before the wardrobe and full length mirror for a moment, she looked over her body with a critical feminine eye.
Short with pleasing curves and a white underbelly, she was a pup that could have been the runt of the litter in another life but Hams liked the way she looked, the way her eyes were brighter when she was happy. And she was happy, very much so. She had the whole weekend to spend with her boyfriend! Blowing a kiss to her reflection, Hams stroked down her breasts and belly, turning sideways to admire her large, shapely rump and muscular legs. All that walking did them good. The corgi wagged and winked at her image, giggling at her own silliness. She always looked better when she smiled: it was good to keep smiling.
Taking the liberty of going braless at home, Hams tossed the garment in the general direction of the laundry basket, panties following seconds afterwards. She delved into the dresser drawers and withdrew a sensual pair of silk and lace panties, slipping them on with a pleased murr - they hugged her backside perfectly. Sadly, they were swiftly covered by a pair of deep purple yoga pants and a fitted white t-shirt that showed off her breasts without constricting, nipples perking through the fabric.
