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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Christ, it had been a long lockdown. With the world changing drastically in the year twenty-twenty, there were few that had escaped it unscathed in some way -- and the effects were still lingering. They would linger for years too, but that was no excuse for those that wanted some fun to not have it, considering that everything was well again, the virus that had wreaked havoc finally, at long last, under control through various means.
It would become a distant memory, one day, but, until then, there were many furs hungry for a good time who simply needed to let off some steam...
Alikai was one of those furs, a brown-furred wolf with a rough exterior. He might have been married, but that didn't stop him or his partner from going out for some fun, mixing up their relationship while they separated sex from love. Everything was agreed between them and that was just how he found himself seated on the sofa, one leg crossed at an angle over the other, leaving his crotch exposed. The light bulge there was evidently on show, though it was modest, a grower rather than a shower, even though Alikai knew that it was about what one did with their cock, paws, tongue, muzzle -- and more -- that mattered.
The big dick "studs" didn't know how to fuck half the time anyway... He should have known, he'd gotten with half of them.
Alikai grunted softly, eyes darkly dancing, leaning back into the too-soft cushions of the sofa while the house party thrummed around him. Fur watching was one of the best things to do at a party, the music thrumming around, though it was not turned up too loudly, considering the sensitive ears and hearing of so many. It still left a driving beat in his chest, as if the music was echoing through the bones of his ribcage, taking a swig of his beer, casual, though it was a bit strange still to be out in public.
But it was not about being normal and keeping one's paws to themselves, no, not at a party like that, as a certain tapir had come to see. Guaco had gotten himself dressed up perhaps a little too smartly for such an event, his button-up shirt only a touch too formal while his slacks could be gotten away with in the flashing lighting, dim in place and more disco-like in others with multi-coloured lights glancing off the walls. It was his friend's house that he had visited, though the mare did not often host parties, and though he didn't know anyone else there it had seemed like too good of an opportunity to miss up.
No one was used to being out in public, though more and more were finding their feet, laughing and coming together, some hugging right in front of Guaco. The tapir smiled, a red light flashing over his face, though it was gone as soon as it had appeared. It was good to see, reassuring him, the feel of friendship and comradery palatable in the air, as if everyone there was getting to know each other all over again. Soon enough, that would all be the norm and he would be more grateful for it than ever.
"Hey there."
The tapir stilled, glancing back and forth, though his green fur could not quite be seen clearly with all the different coloured lights at play. Who had said that? Ah, maybe he had imagined it. With a drink clutched tightly in his paw, too good to waste by tripping or stumbling even with so many bodies around, he went to move on -- but a paw caught him by his free wrist.
"Why don't you come sit a while?"
The tapir's breath caught, the music falling away, a dull roar taking its place, though he could not help himself. The wolf that locked his gaze seemed predator, the intrinsic dance of predator and prey drawn out between them, even though that was nothing of a concern between anthros, not anymore. No, that was long gone by, but it still made his heart race as the music pulsed around them, seeming to tug his feet in even closer to the wolf, whose name he did not know.
He wanted to be there, wanted to sit, but Guaco could not explain the need inside him, how it seemed to sear through the pit of his belly, how the need was so very deep inside him that it had to growl and rumble its way up. His crotch ached, as much as he didn't want to show such things so openly, yet he couldn't help himself as he breathed out the tiniest of moans, the tapir not yet sure what he could consider "safe" to show.
With Alikai, however, Guaco would soon come to see that no harm would come to him. Gently, the wolf rubbed his wrist, his lips quirking up, ears twitching back and forth as if he was trying to listen to more than just the tapir, who he was hoping to ensnare.
"What's your name?" He growled, a soft smirk on his face that hinted at more. "I'm Alikai... But we're not going to need names tonight, are we?"
Guaco squeaked, taking a drink, his paw shaking, though there was nothing there that he had to hide. Nothing at all, not even as he practically swooned before the wolf, his body responding and the line where the wolf's paw was still tight around his wrist like a line of fire. It burned deliciously, making him want to be drawn in closer, the public proximity of everyone sending a tingle down his spine.
"Oh... Well, I can..."
But he was tugged onto the sofa, with eyes on him from jealous onlookers, before he had the chance to blink.