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 work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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I made a face, not quite sure what I was looking at. It had been a normal day and, well, I'd only headed down to the quirky little bookstore as someone had said that they might have a rare tome available that I could use to supplement my upcoming studies. I liked to get ahead in things, which people didn't suspect of me all that often, even though I'd said for years that I was going to really get stuck back into my historical studies as soon as I'd finished with my gap year.
People, quite often, tended to underestimate me. But that was okay, I would make my own way. With my height, easily six feet tall, I was often mistaken (and joked about) as somebody who would be good at basketball, though things like that and other sports had never really been my thing. A curvy figure complemented my strong frame well, or at least I liked to think so, though I did often go for feminine, flowing clothing that accentuated my figure without revealing too much skin. I was often told that I could show off a little more, but I didn't humour them and went back to the book I was reading.
"Gale, she's a funny one."
At least, that was what they would say. But who wasn't funny in this strange old world of ours?
I liked being social, don't get me wrong, when I wanted to be, losing myself in conversation while twirling a strand of my curly, brown hair around my finger, at my most animated when I was speaking passionately about something I was especially interested in. I didn't get as many chances to do that as I liked.
However, sometimes the fates and my interest in little curiosities and twists of the world worked in mysterious ways, which was one of my biggest interests in the first place, quite honestly. The little bookshop was interesting enough, where I would have liked to hang out usually, but not the kind of place where one would expect to find course materials.
I, however, knew that my studies would blend into the world of magic and myth -- those little things that not many people had been able to prove and yet were more or less accepted to happen. Some thought that it was a way that people had of trying to make sense of the world around them, the things in nature and science that they still did not understand, but I thought, even then, there was more to it than that.
And that was shown in what I could only describe as a succubus, pacing back and forth -- only a step or two -- in a circle of runes and power. The bookshelves around her had been tilted askew and the cashier's desk was at a wonky angle too, paperwork on the floor, though it looked like I had been the first one to enter since...whatever it was that had happened actually happened.
"Bloody humans..." The creature hissed, slicing at the air with sharp, claw-like nails, her teeth bared. "Revealing my true form... And then leaving! Scared! Lousy humans... Can't even finish a Satan-damned job correctly!"
I paused inside the doorway, the bell not ringing above it. It must have been knocked off, perhaps in the aforementioned rush that the person who had had a hand in the escapade had been in to get away. But that served me well as she took in the strange creature, so different to me and yet...familiar from her books too.
A succubus. With pale, blue skin, a dress pulled tight across her incredibly ample bosom, her body seemed out of proportion with human norms, though I didn't think anyone from a world that her world brushed only sometimes -- but enough for people to notice -- would have to follow their norms. Two chunky horns dominated her head, curving out and back slightly, ridged evenly down the length to a blunt, rounded point on each. Her face could have been somewhere between reptilian and draconian with raised nostrils, though she didn't appear to have scales of any kind but smooth, flawless skin and high cheekbones. Everything about her radiated an air of seduction, from the sensual curves of her body to the swing of a thick, reptilian tail.
Everything except the scowl on her face, that was. She didn't look very pretty or very seductive at all with such a look on her face, snarling and showing her teeth, along with a wickedly forked tongue.
I shifted my weight, clearing my throat. It was most likely about time I let the creature, whoever she was, know that I was there, despite how my heart pounded. I'd never heard it race like that before!
"Um... Hello."
I clutched my bag to my chest and still could not resist tipping forward in a strange kind of morbid fascination as the succubus rounded on me with a grumpy snarl. How strange!
"Oh, what now?" The succubus snapped, though there was no bite to it, more a frustrated sort of whine. "What, another human here to gawk at me?"
"Um... No."
I tried to survey her, shaking my head, but I couldn't take my eyes away, even though I relaxed my grip on my bag a little. The succubus didn't seem bothered by my stare, though I doubted that she'd had all that many humans stare at her before.
"What is it then?" She grunted, rocking back on her heels, bare footed with clawed feet, crossing her arms, though I swore that I caught her expression softening, just a little. "Spit it out then, girl. I'm not here to just look pretty, you know."
Ah, so she wasn't all bark and bite then. I grinned, nodding, my bag settled comfortably on my shoulder once more as if I had found a purpose. But it was difficult to know how to go forward, to be frank, when everything was so strange, my view of the world spiralling out of control even then.
"So..." I said slowly, her lips parted a little too breathily, though I was sure that a curious kind of glee danced in my eyes. "I have a few questions about what's happened here..."
