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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A Wolf's Submission
"Darling, if you keep treating me like this, you're going to spoil me."
Smiling sweetly, Cassie swirled the red wine around the glass, allowing it to release the flavours, aroma growing stronger as the wine breathed. Perfect. The freshly showered and groomed coyote put her nose to the rim of the glass and inhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded as she drowned in the pleasure of the beverage, a rare treat for someone in both of their lines of work when they needed to have their wits about them.
Her partner sat across from her at the dining table, oddly formal for their evening at home, but it had seemed appropriate to get out the good cutlery for such a fine cut of steak and wonderful company, candles lit between them. And Cassie wasn't referring to the sensual wolfess opposite her either when she mentioned the fine cut of meat, though the beauty that was her lover was something special indeed. Their eyes met over the table, the chief of police smirking ever so slightly as she tucked a strand of brown hair back behind her ear, locks shiny and curling ever so lightly as her hair hung loosely around her shoulders.
Oh, yes, she was a catch indeed, her fine, wolfish girlfriend. Even if she did get the upper paw most of the time, being stronger and, well, better trained in certain ways through the course of her job. That couldn't be helped. Still, the lines of her muzzle drew her in as Kira sat back in her chair, lips pulling up in a smile and breasts swelling through the pink lace top she wore, her attire falling between dinner at home and dining out with a lover. The coyote sighed, a near enough dreamy note entering her tone before she shook herself and sat up straight, wriggling in her seat as she lifted her chest and pushed her shoulder blades back.
Cassie hid her smirk behind the rim of the glass, finishing the wine as their empty plates were pushed to the side. Yes, Kira was special, very much so. And one had to have fun when someone special was in their life, did they not?
"I could not have thought you for such a romantic," Kira teased lightly, fingers dancing across the table, her own wine glass already empty. "But this... You really pulled out all the stops, didn't you?"
Oh, she could have melted, but she had to stay strong. Leaning forward, the coyote batted her eyelashes, squeezing her arms in to her torso to draw attention to her breasts. Right on cue, the wolf's eyes dropped down and Cassie inhaled: perfect.
"Although the meal is over, I had something else in mind for you. And I do so hope you'll enjoy what I have planned. If you can drag your attention away, that is."
And, before Kira could react, comfortable and secure in the bounds of her own home with her lover, Cassie was on top of her. The empty wine glass spun away across the wooden dining table - really, it was a miracle it didn't tip off and shatter - as she growled and tackled the larger, stronger wolf off her seat entirely. Kira yelped as her elbow cracked into the painted wall behind her, candles shivering in pools of melted wax, and snarled instinctively, grappling with her lover as if she was taking down a criminal on the job. Though, truly, the majority of her role in the force involved higher level work, she still had all the usual training and knew just how to secure an opponent who was less than eager to be subdued. It just wasn't usually Cassie's arms that she had to twist behind one's back.
Only, Cassie didn't fight by the books and she certainly had no rules or drills to follow. Taking advantage of her smaller, nimbler body, the coyote wrapped herself around Kira's ankles, not allowing her enough space to get her legs apart to even lock her between them. Her paw darted under the table and Kira lunged, going for her shoulders, but Cassie got there first, pinching the web of skin and fur between her thumb and forefinger as she caught her paw and earning herself a shocked squeal that was most unbefitting of the wolf. But all was fair in love and war and sometimes underhand tactics were required for her kind of lovemaking.