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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Vania should not have been out there, not really, but it was hard for the bunny-woman to restrain herself. She was too social, a bounce in her step as she enjoyed herself, the party in full swing, though it had been a while since she had attended one in a private home. Of course, a house party was well within her wheelhouse, though perhaps Vania should have considered the fact that she had work the next day.
No matter to her though. Her brown rabbit ears stood up tall and pricked, turning to catch sounds, drinks flowing freely and laughter thick and tangible in the air. She had chosen a mid-thigh skirt that was reasonable enough for the night out, a glass of prosecco clasped in her hand, skin a little darker than a natural tan would have come through. Her glasses perched on her nose, though she did wear contacts at times too, yet she'd been in too much of a rush to get out that night to worry about those.
A sparkly top that was, perhaps, a little too low-cut across her bosom completed the ensemble as she lunged at a group of her friends, giggling and swaying, though she had barely taken a sip of any single drink so far. They laughed and drew her into their midst, though there were others there, strangers to her, that could have been entertaining to talk to also. As much as nervous excitement trembled through her, it was not in Vania's nature to break the ice easily with those that she did not know, though, funnily enough, she always found herself in their arms anyway.
"Hey, Vania, not found someone to lift that bunny-tail of yours yet tonight?"
Vania squirmed, squealing and clapping a hand to her lips, though just about remembered the prosecco in her other hand in the nick of time.
"Oh -- you! Just because you can't get any!"
They laughed, her friends ranging from anthros to humans to those that were somewhere in-between, like her. She had a bunny-tail too, of course, even if her skirt hid it that night, though that was one more thing that Vania had to hold in mind, taking care not to flick it up too high and disturb her skirt.
Her friends split up, leaving her to wander, to mingle, though they would still be around, she was sure, if she needed them. She had to count on them, after all, but others brushed up against her with friendly smiles, seemingly drawn to her as they always were. Her friends called her a bonk magnet", but Vania was determined to be scrupulous that night, downing her drink and picking up another, though she did not care what slipped down her throat.
Maybe that was her problem, a little bit of a lewd downfall, if one willed, as a strange man clasped her elbow, drawing her softly to the side.
"Hey, darling, haven't seen you around here before."
He was like her, in a way, which put her at ease, though Vania should never have been as relaxed as she was around a fox. His ears pricked atop his head, ginger hair matching the shade of them, a fox-tail hanging behind him, though it was stiller than her little tail wanted to be. Maybe that too should have been a warning sign for her, showing her what the fox, indeed, was concealing, but the alcohol already affected her, softening the edges of her reality.
"Yeah, Sandy invited me," she said brightly, her voice a little louder than it needed to be. "Who brought you?"
"Oh, I tend to turn up where I'm wanted. Life's funny like that, isn't it?"
His smile was disarming, setting her instantly at ease, and Vania laughed out loud, shaking her head as her ears flopped and bounced back and forth from one side to the other.
"You could say, I find myself caught up in situations where I'm finding that all the time. Who are you again?"
"Todd."
Whether that was his real name or not would not be seen at that time or later as they talked, drinks flowing freely, though Vania did not keep track of how much she enjoyed. All she knew was that her body was light and at ease and everything the fox-man was so funny, his skin paler than hers, a kindly canny look in his eye.
That was why she did not mind too much when he said that they should go somewhere more private to talk, somewhere a little quieter where Vania did not have to raise her voice as much as she had to in order to talk. It was easy, too easy, and she was, perhaps, a little too trusting, the bedroom certainly suited for things other than what went on out in the open area of the party space.
In the dim light, she fumbled for a switch, the only illumination coming in through the window.
"Oh, gawd, it's so dark in here!"
She covered up her nerves with laughter, though still did not suspect anything was amiss. Vania did not mind getting herself into such situations, to be fair, for it was just one of many things that served to make her life more interesting, tripping over her own feet in her party heels, tail flicking her skirt up. Thank goodness for the darkness to hide her embarrassment there!
But when she met the fox-man's eyes, she found that she could not look away, something gold flashing in his hands. The sparkle of it drew her eye, the gold coin passed between one of his hands to the other, rolled over his knuckles, rhythmic and calling, enticing in the best of ways.
Vania swayed.
