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 don't know what to do with her, Reggie..."
The police officer frowned, her lips pressed together, unhappy at the turn of events. To be called out to a mansion that was crumbling into dust, some kind of attack suspected, was one thing and to find a woman floating, well...in a giant pool of cum. That was the only thing that the two officers had been able to call it, really, as dirty as it was, though the white fluid seemed to be spreading out through the whole mansion, which was, indeed, in absolute ruins.
It was hard for them to be that concerned about it, however, scratching their heads, both Reggie and Megan, for Fornucatus' influence was still at play there. They mumbled between each other, shifting their feet, but the old cop, Reggie, was stumped too, even if there was a part of him that didn't see an issue with it. He rubbed his chin, stubble showing through in the afternoon, though could not see a way out of it, even with his experience.
"Hm... This is quite an interesting case," he said, straightening up. "A naked female, floating in, well... Forensics will deal with that side. We just have to determine if she's being arrested now, responsible for this mess. Radio in for backup, this isn't just some crazy kids, Megan, we need more."
But Veronica groaned in the nick of time, slowly but surely blinking back to full wakefulness. She sat up, sloshing in the cum, but her feet brushed the ground as if she had merely been looking for that stable platform under the surface, not bothered at all by where she was. No, it was all fine, a smile on her face, standing and brushing off her arms as cummy milk, a mixture of bodily fluids, sloshed off her.
"Hello, officers," she said, catching with a smile as Megan held her radio in her hand. "I don't think you need that. Strip."
As if hypnotised, they did just that. Veronica grinned and pressed her hands together before her, as if in prayer, though she was not the same Veronica who had left Jessica's apartment earlier -- not even the same Veronica that had entered the mansion either earlier that day. No, she was something more, feeding off the power of another as it was channelled through her, all as she watched the female officer strip.
Megan didn't know what she was doing, moving as if in a dream, all while Reggie looked at her, gawking, stuttering.
"M-Megan -- what is the meaning of this? Don't do that!"
