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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Jessica's eyes snapped open, suddenly conscious, suddenly aware, raking in a breath. Oh, her body... Yes, the dream was there, pressing at the back of her mind, but she wasn't the same person that she had been, no, not at all, not as she stood and smiled, looking down at her clothes.
"I suppose these will not last very long..."
She spoke as if her words were coming from the lips of another, but Jessica didn't care. She grinned, alight with intent. Oh, it had all worked! The dream proved it all! Granted, she was mildly disappointed to wake not in her transformed body, what the dream and Fornucatus had shown her, but, well...that was a small thing indeed in the grand scheme of it all. And she wanted so much more still, driven by Fornucatus' need, their desire, the corruption running deep and thick through her veins.
Her clothes would not matter for long, not as she headed out of the apartment, not even bothering to close the door behind her. It would not be needed anymore, not with Fornucatus' influence growing more and more strongly inside her, though she did not know, not then, that they had fused. And she had somewhere very important to be...
However, as Jessica strode down the narrow corridor of her apartment complex, she did not realise that, even then, she was spreading corruption and lust without actively intending to do so.
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Cally moaned out her boyfriend's name as he fucked her arse, fingers digging into the bedspread as she arched back against him. His shaft drove deep, though the two of them had used plenty of lube and there was nothing there that was going to stop them from being as rough as they liked. Not everything, for them, had to be sweet and gentle, after all -- especially in sex when Cally and Tom could really let everything out.
"Yes... Fuck... Tom!"
He slammed into her, sweaty around the back of his neck, perspiration shining on his skin, though he was still wearing his shirt, as if there had not been a free moment enough for him to strip out of his clothes before fucking her. Cally cried out, bucking against him, and he leaned over her again, pounding her for all he was worth, the hot, tightness of her arsehole driving him on.
"Ah... Fuck... Cally..." He hissed out through his teeth, breath rasping. "You're so...fucking hot..."