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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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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A continuation of Unfaithful.
Fyr couldn't get over it. She didn't move out and she didn't make Ropes move out either -- but she was pissed.
And the dragoness had every right to be pissed too! Anyone in the same position as her would have been furious beyond all recognition, changing them truly into a monster that they could not have controlled.
She didn't feel like herself at all when she cooled down, just a bit, even though Chemical still had the audacity to stay that night. Fyr had gone out, the night that she had caught her husband fucking her friend, but she'd come back to find Chem gone in the morning. It was some small blessing, even from a demon like Ropes, that her husband had blown up her phone with messages, trying to find her, trying to make sure that she was safe.
So, there was clearly still some small measure of care there.
"I knew you were a lust demon," she'd hissed, her hands all balled up into fists as if she was going to take a swing at him, "but I never expected you to treat me like this, of all that I know!"
Ropes winced faintly, though the cougar had not been guilty about what he'd done. How could he? It was like asking a fish not to swim, for him. And he had done better than most of his kind, regardless of the realm that they resided in. He didn't know any other lust demons, or any demons in passing at all, who even had long-term partners. They knew their nature, but he had been a little different and wanted to explore what it was like.
He chose not to tell her he had slept with others too, even if that still embodied a certain level of deceit. It didn't feel like the right time and, frankly, he kind of had thought she'd known about that.
It didn't make it better, although there wasn't anything that could have made it better. He stayed out of her way as much as possible, though didn't go out of his way, not beyond making sure she was well and safe, to make it better either.
A week after the event, the doorbell rang. Fyr didn't suspect anything new out of the ordinary as she traipsed downstairs, mentally cursing out the delivery driver who couldn't follow instructions to leave whatever it was that Ropes had ordered, surely, on the doorstep or around the side of the house like usual. It wasn't as if their house was set near any others, so the risk of theft from someone casually walking by was minuscule.
She swung the door open, plastering a weak smile on her face that immediately faded.
"Chemical."
She almost spat the word, the hiss making her tongue slap lightly against the side of her muzzle. Never had Fyr ever heard herself sound so venomous before.
Chemical leaned against the doorframe, halfway to inviting herself inside already, and grinned widely. The flash of white teeth brought a rattle of discontent to Fyr like nothing ever had.
"Aren't you going to invite me back in, bitch?" Chemical said, her tone softly mocking, eyes dancing with barely restrained mirth. "Are you over your little hissy fit yet?"
"Hissy fit? Are you fucking serious? You slept with my husband and I'm just meant to act like there's nothing wrong with that, that everything's fine?"
Fyr snarled, lips pulling back from her teeth for the first time. It was an expression that would have been far more at home if it had been found on Ropes' muzzle.
"Well, yeah." Chemical rolled her eyes. "Honestly, if you hadn't got your tail in such a twist about the whole thing, we could have already had a lot more fun, you know. He hasn't even been out to see me in a week!"
Fyr hissed, drawing back, though still blocking Chemical from entering with the set of her body.
"Fuck you," she growled, her voice dropping an octave to a tone that she had not heard, from herself, for a long, long time. "You don't get to come all up in here and steal my guy away from me. We're fucking married, Chemical. Does that mean nothing to you? You're supposed to be my friend."
There was pain in that word and, for a moment, Chemical paused, reflecting on that.
"Well, we shared you first, didn't we?" Chemical said, smirking a little as she offered her duly furious friend a little shrug. "I fucked you, years back... Ropes is sharing you with me, if you think about that. And we've shared everything with each other too, before and since I came here."
Fyr's eyes narrowed, tail lashing the air, back and forth, as if she had taken on more of a feline persona.
"Really," Chemical continued. "It's...well... Kind of a whole guilt trip you're laying on me here. He had a choice to make in this too, it wasn't just all me. I didn't go off and fuck myself and make anything difficult for you all on my own. Though that all really is just a matter of perspective when it comes right down to it..."
Fyr snarled, shaking her head.