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.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Monique eyed up her partner, Sam, suspiciously, though he pretended not to notice. It was easy for him to pretend, as he was busy looking at her long legs, though his girlfriend uncrossed them as soon as she felt his attention on them. Her blonde hair was tied back still, even though they were not working that day, but neither seemed to fancy going out to do anything.
Well, Monique was reading. She thought she was reading. Sam had to work hard to hide his smirk.
"You're up to something."
He smirked openly that time and spread his hands out, wide-eyed and definitely lacking in innocence. At least, that was the vibe that he was going for.
"What? No!" He said, shaking his head. "I would never do anything behind your back, Monique! What on earth makes you think that?"
She pursed her lips and he chuckled softly, schooling his expression back to a less-than-innocent neutral as soon as her gaze snapped back to him.
"I can't put my finger on it... But something is off. I know it is. You're doing something to me..."
"No, I'm not," he tried to argue, though it was hard to seem serious when he was grinning so much, even Sam knew that. "Nothing's happening!"
Not right then.
"So..." Monique said slowly, one perfect eyebrow arching. "It's hypnosis, isn't it?"
He smiled and nodded.
"Yes... You've got it. But you can't see it."
"Oh!"
Monique huffed and puffed out her cheeks, though Sam was well-used to teasing her. Monique sort of put up with his interest in hypnosis and making her unaware of certain things that were going on around her, though it was most certainly consensual between them. For him, most definitely, it would not have been fun if it was not consensual and he wasn't interested in that. Winding up Monique and getting to play with his favourite hobby, however, in the best of ways...
Yeah, that was more like Sam.
"Okay, so," she pressed. "What are you doing?"
Sam shook his head, leaning in close and running his hand over her chest, all while Monique blinked at him.
"Nothing at all."
He squeezed her breast but, in exactly the way that it was meant to, the sensation did not register for her. Not as it should have.
Monique frowned and glanced away.
"Ah, so you're doing a shopping list," she said, even though Sam didn't have a list in his hands at all. "You don't have to catch me in the stomach with the pen though. Are you trying to add extra things to it that I get but don't know about again? You know that's a dirty trick."
Sam paused to slide his hand down to her thigh, squeezing firmly and then letting his fingers go between her legs. Monique grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest, though that was more for something to do than any sense of pettiness.
"Ugh, all this talk -- " She paused briefly as he cut her off with a kiss. "Is making me hungry..." He kissed her again, stopping her from continuing, even though she acted like he hadn't done anything at all. "Are you going to make dinner soon? Or is it my turn tonight? I lose track."
He caressed her stomach, watching how she squirmed, shifting her weight.
"It's really making my stomach grumble," she said. "You're probably cooking right now and you're going to surprise me, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Simon quipped, amusement dancing in his eyes as he thumbed a nipple through her clothes and nipped teasingly at her neck. "Maybe not. Why don't you try to guess what's cooking then?"
He liked how she responded, even though her body interpreted things as normal, like the touch of an imaginary pen against her stomach, or her stomach growling. Her mind tried to tell her that that meant that she was hungry, though that wasn't the case in the slightest. A very neat little hypnosis trick indeed!
She talked and he interrupted her words with more and more heated kisses, slipping his tongue into her mouth when he was able to stop her talking (for he didn't want to catch it on her teeth). Monique gave no sign that she knew what he was doing in any way, though she did do other things.
Like rub the back of her neck.
Like scratch an itch in her hair.
Like swallowing the imaginary lump in her throat.
All those little things added up, more and more, even as he lunged into racier territory. It had been discussed before, of course, and agreed as "okay" despite her being a little annoyed about the whole thing.
"You have such a sweet pussy for me," he breathed, as if expecting her to push back against him. "I can't wait to taste it.
