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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Mina hunkered down next to the old, ratty, wooden fence, feeling it give against her shoulder as she unwittingly pressed against it. The headlights of the passing car swept by her, but, thankfully, they didn't notice her. That would have wrecked everything, though Mina only did what she had to so she could stay alive.
Her life... Well, to say the least of it, it had not been easy, no, not at all. Her unkempt, ragged appearance, clad in torn jeans and a hoodie stolen from the fitting room of a basic clothes shop, told the tale visually, though many didn't care to look past it. Mina's pale skin was, at the very least, clean, but it wouldn't be for long if she couldn't slip into another leisure centre to use their facilities. Mina didn't have a home to call her own after ageing out of the orphanage -- and that wasn't much of a home anyway.
Once she was eighteen, that was it: off she went. No one wanted to deal with her, even though she had hardly finished her schooling with passable, scraping grades. She barely lived in an environment conducive to learning, always defending her belongings and what meagre space she had in the shared dorms. It had all been such a rush and then it was over.
Out on the streets, with no bed to sleep it, she turned to petty thefts, breaking into houses where it looked like the owners had not been around for some time, stealing all she could. It was not a good way to live, but it got her enough money to buy a tent and food, while she worked out what the hell she was going to do. Her rough haircut had been done herself and she needed that sorted too if she was going to find a job in a shop or anything, not that Mina had any experience.
The house she'd targeted, on the edge of town, seemed to be abandoned, however, and she took a deep breath as she slipped between the broken planks in the fence, treading carefully and deliberately as she crossed the garden. She'd checked it out already, alone, but coming back at night was a very different game and riskier than simply observing the property.
The door was locked, of course, but it was no issue at all to her to smash a window in the back and slip in carefully, avoiding shards of broken glass as her trainers crunched over them. The furniture was ancient, with carved arms to the chairs and large sofas with giant feet to them, though everything was covered in a fine layer of dust. Even though the decorating schemes had been ancient, to her, there were still modern conveniences to be found in the kitchen, such as a microwave and a toaster. She, obviously, could not drag the oven out of there to sell, but perhaps she could loot the place of its electronics over a series of days. Still, even that was a risk if there was anyone at all nearby who noticed a change in the property, or caught sight of the broken window.
Mina had to try, however, pushing her blonde hair out of her face as she dug through the bedrooms, finding a TV that looked mostly unused, along with jewellery in the top drawer of a chest of drawers. That was a score indeed and Mina loaded up her pockets as she hastened onward, pausing to pull a cloth off what looked to be an old, antique mirror.
It came clad in a bronze-like frame, the mirror dirtied and smeared. She used the same cloth that had been hanging over it, hiding it from view, to wipe off the surface, yet there was no dust on it. In fact, the smears on the mirror itself looked quite as if someone had been grabbing at it, trying to shove their fingers through the surface itself.
"Weird..."
She muttered to herself. The mirror stood out and looked new, the bronze shining clearly around the edge, not appearing tarnished in the slightest. That the dust had not even lain over the cloth was unusual too, though Mina shrugged it off. Maybe it was something fancy that the previous owners had purchased -- and then left before they were able to use it?
Either way, it looked high-value enough for her to sell, even though it was large too, the sort of mirror that perhaps would have gone on the back of a door or in a dressing room to check out an outfit before heading out. She pursed her lips and curled her fingers around the edges, trying to lift it and finding herself only barely capable of doing so.
"Oof!"
She slipped, alas, on the cloth that had spilt to the polished, dust-covered floorboards, falling forward. Her hands slammed into the surface of the mirror and, somehow, she twisted, the mirror suddenly on the floor -- or so it felt to her with a sudden shift in where gravity came from -- sucking her through the mirror, which had as much resistance to it as water. She felt the weight of it bearing around her, though she only managed one last gasp before disappearing entirely through it, falling unconscious.
Yet Mina could not have possibly imagined how her life and world was to change forever, shifting to another time and another life that should have been hers to claim.
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Sometime later, Mina could not have said how long, she woke slowly, rolling over in what seemed to be a bed. That was odd... Her stomach dropped, though her eyelids felt too heavy to open at that time. Had she been picked up by the police? Was she in a hospital? But nothing about her body seemed to hurt...
Open your eyes, you have to.
Mina ground her teeth together, jaw aching. She'd done many difficult things in her life and, although pushing through hard things was not the most comfortable thing in the world, it was something she knew well enough how to do. Blinking, she swept sweep from her eyes as a white-walled room came into view. It looked like some kind of bedroom, with a floral pattern to the duvet on the bed, though not any bedroom she honestly recognised.
"Mmm... Good morning, darling..."
Mina stiffened. Who was that? She swallowed hard and rolled over, though her body moved dully and sluggishly, feeling awkward and out of her control. It felt heavier than what she was used to, but the wolf she rolled over to face was unfamiliar to her.
A wolf. But...a wolf that was clearly on two legs as she swung them out of bed and sat up, appearing quite like a weird amalgamation of human and wolf. Her heart pounded, chest aching, and she gasped at the wolf's back, eyes wide and straining.
"Youuuu... Huff... Whaaaa..."
But Mina couldn't work her mouth and lips around her words, no matter how hard she tried. Her tongue simply felt too thick in her mouth, like it was taking up too much space, and there was something blocky on the front of her face, something that didn't feel like it belonged there.
"Heh, you're so cute when you're sleepy."
