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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Mia smiled, relaxing on the sofa. That was the life she'd wanted! At least somewhere to relax, even though she might not have chosen that particular apartment block if she'd had the money, but she had the luxury of her own freedom and that was enough for her. Sitting there in her jeans, T-shirt and underwear (modest for the day, because she wasn't exactly seeing anyone special at that time), she leaned back, moaning softly as her hand slipped into her jeans and panties.
"Mmmph..."
There was time, Mia thought, just for a little self-pleasure. Her red hair spilt down her back in a curly wave as she bucked her hips, digging her fingers into her pussy, but...it didn't seem to be enough anymore. Her jeans were getting in the way as she swore and pushed them down a little further, too caught up in the moment to think of taking them off completely or even moving to a location that might have been a little better suited to such things.
"Mmmph, come on..."
She had to have it, had to get off, grabbing a tit with her left hand, her right hand shoved into her jeans, straining to tease a third finger into her surprisingly needy pussy. She'd never felt, quite honestly, as if she'd ever needed sex all that badly before, but she couldn't help it, grunting and groaning, like a wild creature, even if the time had always been just for her there.
"Hm..."
Her chest didn't feel right and she squirmed, a little uncomfortable, a little unsettled, although...she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong there. She tried to tug at her T-shirt, though the heat of her pussy made her want even more, distracting her attention as she pumped her fingers back and forth.
There was no reason as to why she was so horny, why her skin suddenly felt as if there were needles of desire pricking all over her, digging into her, begging her to give in to the needs of her form.
If only she had known that there was nothing she could do to hold back, that everything was out of her control. Yet she had not known of Jessica and what had come, obviously, of her passing by her apartment, not as she panted heavily, something wet soaking through her T-shirt.
"What the... Ohhhhh!"
Words were lost to her easily as her tits lactated, leaking more and more milk as she could not help but grope and massage them, the plain view of her living room falling away as if she had never honestly wanted to pay all that much attention to it after all. It was boring, yes, better to pay herself attention, her breasts feeling bigger, fuller, pressing out more urgently against the front of her T-shirt. Or maybe that was just the fabric clinging to her breasts, making them seem larger than they were.
And yet there was something more as orgasm, even though she had hardly touched her clit, crashed over her. All Mia could do was grunt and groan, licking her lips, trying to rake in breath even as it washed coolly over her lips with every heady gasp and grab at air. She needed it, ached for it, panted for it, one orgasm after another roaring through her body as if the pulsing, echoing need could not be sated, not even then.