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.
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Seduction
"Devyn?"
The fennec fox rolled her shoulders and kicked off her work heels with a sigh of relief. At her height of five foot ten, the heels were unnecessary but she liked how they made her legs look while walking at a brisk pace through the accountancy office. Clip-clop-clip-clop. She should have been an equine. Gloria giggled at the thought, covering her muzzle politely with one paw. Her partner, the grey wolf, Devyn, sat in front of her easel, stretched canvas at an easy height for artwork and the creation of. Hanging up her coat and bag, Gloria smiled and approached Devyn carefully, peering over the wolf's shoulder to see what work she had taken on this time. Devyn saw only the canvas, paint and brush dancing in an intricate pattern, the outcome of which only she would dictate. Gloria murmured her appreciation - it must have been a modern piece, judging by the style, and one that garnered a high price.
The gray wolf continued to paint, oblivious to the fact that she was being watched: Devyn always did get caught up in her work. The tiniest frown formed at the corner of the wolf's mouth. Had the wolf even remembered to eat that day? It was a common problem.
"Hey, hon."
Devyn jumped, visibly startled. Spinning around in her chair, she panted with her eyes wide and chest heaving.
"Gloria!" She held a paw to her chest as if trying to quiet her frantically beating heart. "You have got to stop sneaking up on me like that."
"I called out to you," Gloria smiled. "You must have been really into that one. What are you painting this time?"
Devyn squirmed on her seat, delaying the answer as she slid her gaze away. It should have been obvious what she was painting but her client had demanded some manner of abstract piece that took more than a quick glance to discern. In fact, it could have been several things entirely. Devyn liked to make her paintings clear to her viewers, but she had little choice in what she painted for work as a freelance artist.
"I'd rather get back to what I really like painting," Devyn sighed, laying the brush to one side on the paint pallet, stained and marked. "This layer can dry now. I'll continue it in the morning."
Gloria cocked her head.
"I thought you hated leaving projects unfinished?"
Devyn half-shrugged, looking away from the easel.
"It would be different if it was a landscape, something worthwhile I could capture on paper or canvas." She gestured at the splashes of paint, the pattern eye-catching but a far cry from forestry or meadows. "This is...nice for some, but not what I like."
Drawing the wolf up to a standing position, the fennec fox pulled her in close and wrapped her in a tight embrace. The slightly shorter wolf exhaled softly, breath brushing the fur on Gloria's cheek.
"It's only one job, honey," Gloria nuzzled into the wolf's neck, ducking her head to do so. "Come on, let's get dinner sorted. We can relax a bit then."
Nodding, Devyn took Gloria's paw, leading her through the small apartment they shared to the kitchen. It was small but suited their needs, compromised of two bedrooms, a bathroom, the living room, kitchen and hallway - all they really needed to enjoy their lives together. It was sparsely furnished and the second bedroom had been transformed into an art room for Devyn, her office of sorts for conducting her freelance business. Technically, an air bed or mattress could be plopped in the room for guests, but Devyn guarded her art jealously, anxious that her paintings would accidentally become damaged by an errant kick or knock during a friend's overnight stay. Thus, friends and guests were restricted to the sofa, which was large, spacious and comfortable to say the least.
The windows were the best feature of the apartment, allowing a fantastic view out over the city. Why, Gloria could even see her office from the living room window if she rose right on to the tips of her toes and angled her head just right. It was good to have work within walking distance, a small luxury that she appreciated on a daily basis.
Dinner between the two furs was a quiet affair as they talked over their days. No alcohol was consumed on a weekday with work to follow as they both knew full well that they had a tendency to go overboard after their college days. Numbers took on quite a different meaning to Gloria after a few drinks (and even less meaning when hung-over). The furs had respectively attended college for art and accountancy, excelling in their chosen subjects. Though Devyn had wondered on the sensibility of going to college to study art, she would never regret her studies. They had led to her freelance career, which was fulfilling the majority of the time, and meeting the love of her life, Gloria. Whatever would she do without her strong, fennec fox?
After a simple dinner of chicken in a creamy, white wine sauce, basmati rice and steamed, green vegetables, the two ladies curled up on the stone-grey sofa together, Gloria's head resting on Devyn's shoulder. A fluffy, micro-fleece blanket in deep purple lay flung over the back of the sofa in case they needed a bit of extra warmth, but the spring days were becoming warmer - a fact that both furs were thankful for. It always irked them to put the heating on except in the very dead of winter.
Switching on a romantic comedy for the two of them to watch, Devyn slipped her arm around Gloria's waist, holding the fennec close as if she may disappear if released. The film was something common, easy to get hold of, that neither of them had watched as yet, titled, 'Going the Distance'. The film touched on the crude and Gloria could not help but snicker at some of the crasser jokes, finding them true to life. Devyn, however, slanted her ears back in mock affront at the language and sexual references, holding a paw up to her forehead as if she was mortally offended. Laughing at her partner's folly, Gloria dug her elbow into the wolf's ribs until she grumbled into good-natured silence and stillness.
The film, however, did not hold Devyn's attention for long. If she was not immersed in her art, she was distracted, taking in every nuance and change around her.
"So, how was work today?" Devyn murmured, fingertips lightly stroking circles down the fox's side: Gloria shivered.
"It was passable, nothing particularly special," she chuckled. "Unless a scandal happens somewhere within the company, it's all become rather dull really. Same old stuff, day in and day out."
They paused, watching a few minutes of the film. In the film, a white feline ran up to her bear lover as he appeared in her restaurant with a well-timed 'tip' for her. Devyn gnawed her lower lip.
"Are you sure you're happy there?"
