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.
****
His Control
Chapter Two
Part One
Eric had been in control of his village for several months, learning and tweaking his nature of mind control for his ultimate pleasure and lust, though little besides his experience had changed in that time. He didn't want to disrupt the entire workings of the world around him, just live out his kinkiest desires, and that, at least, worked well with what the village needed, even as his influence spread to the wider world. After all, he could not be contained forever with such chaos lingering at his very fingertips.
Eric lay in bed with Asha, his home a now more extravagant abode by his standards, clean and wholesome, despite the sexual debauchery that took place within its lewd walls. It was larger than the church and two-storeys, although he had been too engaged in dealing with the women in his control to concern himself too much about how it looked. It was not something to worry about, as long as he had somewhere large and comfortable to retire to every evening, spending a lot of time out around the village, lingering over his old duties and marvelling at the fact that he no longer had to expend his energy in completing. That job had been taken over, the odd-jobs and hard labour in the fields especially, by a slightly younger man with a cheerful smile on his face, despite the hard graft of a day's work. Eric did not begrudge him the shift in responsibility there, although he was ultimately the one responsible for the entire village.
With one hand he gives, with the other he takes away...
He'd heard it somewhere and changed the words ever so slightly to suit himself, although he preferred it his way. He preferred many things his way when he was in charge, even though he still did some woodworking and chopping down of trees, hauling wood, to keep himself in shape. It was something that he had taken more than a small amount of pride in before and it would have seemed a shame indeed to let something like that go...especially when it was something that the ladies of the village so very much adored.
Would he deny them that pleasure?
No... Oh, no, that was not something that he wanted to do in the slightest; all he wanted, truly, was to see his people happy. Of course, his own kinky desires came into play too but that was by the by as everyone got along with them alright and there wasn't anything harmful or extreme to come into play. Maybe Eric had become desensitized to it but public play no longer seemed as 'out there' as it had been before, something that he could enjoy as and when it pleased him and allow the rest of the village to enjoy too. The church had only served to hold them back where it did also have a liking to bring them together, yet their eyes had had to be opened at some point and there was only so much that he was willing to continue on just as it had always been.
Things had to be better. He'd see that it was so.
Sleeping in his large bed with Asha - it was not large by a noble's standards but still a big step up from where he had been in life before - Eric sighed softly, turning over in his sleep, a hand clutching her breast as if he was subtly afraid that she would turn from him. That, of course, could not happen, for even if he lifted his control on her it was obvious for all to see how deep her adoration ran for him. Her family was well and healthy again because of what he'd done for them and, once he had located the medicine that she'd needed, he'd wasted neither time nor coin in ensuring that they were taken care of. For that alone, his kindness shining through, she loved him too.
Neither of them, however, were aware that they were not alone as two women entered with smiles on their faces, hushed whispers exchanged as they stood before the king. Mother and daughter, the resemblance between them was as alike as the difference in their years was stark, their breasts hanging heavily down over a corset donned on each of them that was only designed to cinch in their waists. Blissfully, for both the appearance of it and their freedom of movement, their breasts hung down over the top of the corset, the under-bust cutting across finely to highlight what both of them readily said was their very best feature - a shared one, in fact.