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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Part three of three.
Brandon, however, was far from the sex machine that he would have wanted to be, merely so that he could better enjoy Sophia and her body. He didn't need to prove anything to anyone, not when he was enjoying her in that way, but he would have liked to spend more time with her after sex especially, whether she was tranced unaware or simply made to forget what had happened afterwards. Both were good, as far as he was concerned.
That, however, opened other doors for him. Sophia was a great conversationalist, but not all their discussions had to be centred over or around food, as much as that may have been the case for others. Breakfast, lunch, dinner -- lives were dictated by food in Western culture, though he could not much speak for other parts of the world.
He learned her favourite hobbies, her favourite animal, everything about her that may not have even mattered. Things that others may not have cared about were brought to the forefront of his mind, shown to matter, more than anything else, even then. From how she liked to launder her clothes to how she preferred to water her plants -- in the morning, not the evening, he had not known it was something that someone could be that particular about -- everything was fair game in a conversation between them.
One thing, however, did come to light when they were walking through the park after going out bowling, stomachs full of good noodles. Good company and good food: what could one want more?
"I think I am getting more forgetful though," she mentioned as if the thought had only just occurred to her, leaning on the railings of the bridge overlooking the river, the park around them framed with soft, deciduous trees, full with leaves. "I keep... Well... Huh..."
"Sophia, tell me."
He didn't need her to be shy around him and she didn't understand why, completely, she wanted to be so open around him. Blushing, she tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.
"Uh... Well, I always seem to find myself in places without realising how I got there, but... Jeez, I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I keep getting these odd feelings, odd fantasies... Dunno, maybe the stress of my last job was too much, but I think I'm actually a really horny person!"
She laughed and buried her face in her hands, all while Brandon marvelled at the fact that he had not even had to hypnotise or softly trance her, even to a light level, to get that out of her. Despite everything, she was growing closer and closer to him, even if their relationship was different to how he might have wanted it to be a couple of years ago or even back when they had first met. It was a better way of coming together though, a more natural way, one that suited them both.
Maybe one day, he'd ask her what she thought about mind control. It was not as if Sophia remembered their earlier conversation about it, not after he had had her forget it, and he could tease a few more ideas and fantasies out of her. Of course, Brandon could have just asked her about them -- but where was the fun in making everything simple and easy all the time?
Back at home, she headed to the sofa to watch TV before going to bed, winding down a little at the close of the day.
"Sorry, Brandon, only if you don't want to see anything," she offered him first choice. "My tastes tend to be a little eccentric; I don't want to put you out!"
He held his hands up and smiled.
"Nah, enjoy yourself, I'll just hang out, don't mind me."
But she would mind him as he tranced her into a state of obliviousness again, making it so that she was unaware of his presence, even while he was touching her. He slipped into his seat beside her after making some popcorn for himself, easing himself down into the sofa and her lap. His head rested across her legs, the popcorn positioned for them to share, though Sophia did not know that he had brought it. He dozed in and out of it, the flickering images on the screen not holding his attention, her hand moving occasionally to savour the salty treat.
However, he was rather rudely awakened from his soft, warm comfort as she rose, done with the TV a couple of hours later, which understandably bumped him around a bit. Brandon grunted, his neck aching, grabbing her by the hips.
"No, Sophia."
Not much of an admonishment, considering everything that had taken place, though his hand was down and connecting with her backside in a sharp spank even then. Yet Sophia walked away as if nothing was wrong, only making a faint grunt, her body not knowing what was happening even while her mind failed to register.
The hot flush of arousal that seared through him caught him by surprise as he pursued her. So helpless to his roughness, his treatment of her... And she couldn't do anything about it -- well, not unless she didn't want anything to do with it.
He grabbed her, yanking her back to enjoy himself in punishment, though he knew he would not tell her about this incident later, he bent her over his lap for a better view and feel of her arse, groping hard, pushing her down, spanking her like a naughty brat who knew exactly what she'd done to annoy him. She grunted and squirmed, trying to continue with heading to bed and wrapping up for the evening, though he didn't care about that, not anymore. She would not remember anything, not as he reddened her arse with the rain of blow from his palm, her body responding with heat and searing pulses of sensation.
"Oof..."
Oh, it was the softest of moans, yet one that drove him on, all the same, dragging her up so he could slap her face, snapping her head lightly and sharply to the side. Nothing he did to her would leave any permanent damage, or any damage at all, but he could not help himself from drawing her into a deep kiss, tongue plundering her mouth. As his tongue battled with her softer, limper one, not kissing him back, he grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples far more roughly than he ever had before for erotic effect.
"You're so fucking hot..."
He crushed her down lightly over the arm of the sofa, tugging her jeans down, his cock out and rock hard. It pushed into her exposed pussy easily, her folds wet with arousal, perhaps the rougher treatment stimulating her in a way, though he did not care. It simply felt too good to fuck her roughly, to cram his length into her again and again, driving in hard and fast, need overcoming him as the slap of his hips on her arse rose to fill the room.
"So hot... But you're a brat... You should have listened to me, Sophia."
She trembled under him, an expression of confusion crossing her face in the furrowing of her brow, her lips parting in a whimper. It was all unconscious, of course, not understanding, flinching from him as much as her body weakly twitched back into his grasp.
Yet she felt more, a little more, the rougher treatment breaking through to her, her mind more in touch with her growing arousal.
"Your pussy feels so good..."
