Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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Jenniefer nibbled absent-mindedly at the inside of her cheek as she toyed with the controller of the games console, once again caught up in the endless loop of deciding what to play next. Her dark brown hair had just been washed and appeared darker than it normally was, though there was no one else there to see her.
Well, except Lindsay, her boyfriend's sister. Jenniefer tried not to think of her as she launched a new game, shifting her weight on the bean-bag chair to get more comfortable, though it was hard not to think about Lindsay sometimes. The way that the woman looked at her, like she was always in the way, doing something or being somewhere where she should not have been... Well, to say that it set her on edge was an understatement.
Of course, Lindsay was ever-aware of her presence too, scowling as she cocked a hip and eyed up the bedroom door as if she could see Jenniefer sitting on the other side of it. What a silly little girl she was, always getting underfoot, in the way when she wanted to get something from her brother. What was it that she'd sent Matt out for again -- milk? Who forgets to get in milk? Couldn't she do that instead of sitting on her backside the whole time?
Jenniefer was far from lazy but Lindsay's warped perspective of her rang through everything else as she stalked into the bedroom, a smile on her lips and a coin in the palm of her hand, tucked safely away. It should have been an innocuous little thing that didn't mean anything at all but in the fine, delicate hands as one such as her it could do more than simply pay for something. She tightened her grip on it. It was time to make Jenniefer pay, pay for all that she had done in getting in her way when there were things otherwise that would much easier for her to take. Her brother's money and possessions, of course, were among that but it was the control of it that she truly lusted for, shifting her weight from one bare foot to the other, toes curling and wriggling into the carpet. Even that was too thick and plush in the apartment that her brother owned, all on his own, her frown deepening until her otherwise pretty face was otherwise unrecognisable in the scope of a twisted, angry expression, lips pressed tightly together.
"What are you doing here?"
Lindsay's sharp bark of a voice sliced through the air as Jenniefer stiffened, not giving her the time of day. Without even sliding her gaze over, not to give Lindsay the satisfaction of affecting her in some way, she half-shrugged.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
Lindsay scowled. She was going to do it, she really was. Maybe it was time to get rid of the stupid girl and even her brother too once and for all.
"Wasting your time, as usual. Haven't you got anything better to do than to hang around my brother's place all day?"
When Jenniefer did not acknowledge her with a response, locked on to her game with unerring focus. Maybe if she ignored her, she would go away. Sometimes that worked.
Yet, that day, it did not as Lindsay shook her head mockingly. What a foolish choice she'd made, what a silly girl. She wasn't going to be worth anything more, very soon, if she'd even been worth anything to begin with.
Jenniefer's eyes locked onto the coin, the controller falling from her hand, jaw slack, lips parted. She could not tell how it had happened but one moment she was playing the game and the next there was nothing else in the world that existed for her but that coin, how Lindsay played it back and forth, back and forth, over the backs of her fingers, a hypnotising gleam drawing her in and down, so deeply down...
"Relax..." Lindsay intoned softly, her voice taking on a darker, sultrier tone than Jenniefer had ever heard before. "There is no more for you here. Come to me. Watch the coin. There is no more for you here. Come to me. Watch the coin. Watch the coin."
Yes, yes... Yes, that was all that she had to do, falling deeper into her boyfriend's sister's trance, the glitter of the gold coin all that she could see, trickling back and forth over Lindsay's hand like water. She didn't need to think about anything else when the coin was there, Lindsay's words falling away, a dull roar of white noise rising in the back of her mind. She saw the other woman's lips moving but no sound was audible to her, caught in the trance and lost to the moment as Lindsay, with a twist to her lips, kicked the controller away, turning off the console.
Never again would Jenniefer get to play it. Not while she was under Lindsay's hold and control.
"Stand."
It was a test and a trial, a tiny order to see how far things had gone already and how much more of her influence she would have to lay over the other woman, though there was already magic in the air. Magic, indeed, that her stupid brother did not possess, Lindsay's smirk settling more comfortably across her face. Maybe things would have been different if he'd had a touch of it but, frankly, there were better things that one such as her could take from him, taking his benefit in other ways, even if it meant turning his life and that of his girlfriend's too upside down.
Jenniefer stood, entranced, not seeing what was before her, only obeying. She swayed as she stood there, mindlessly obedient, her mind blank, not knowing, not seeing, only being. There was no need for anything else as Lindsay grinned, unable to keep the wicked grin from stretching her lips wide as she swept her blonde hair back from her shoulders.
"Excellent. So, I see you are good for something." Yet there was more to come and the time was finally right to expend her power in the best of ways. "Now... Undress."
Oh, such a simple command to begin with but it sent a twist of pleasure through her gut to see Jenniefer immediately move to obey. There was even a swiftness and a speed to her obedience that pleased Lindsay further, a need stirring deep inside her that was not entirely linked to control. Yet that was not something that had to be explored as, smoothly and surely, Lindsay undressed before her.
Her T-shirt was first, the casual fabric slipping off and over her head and arms to drop to the floor in a crumpled heap. It would not be needed anymore and neither would her bra as Jenniefer arched her back and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It was not the most comfortable of positions to twist into with a chest as large as hers and, indeed, required a degree of flexibility in the rotation of the shoulders, though she could just about manage it even when she was on the stiffer side.
Her breasts were large and, curiously, Lindsay caught sight of the tag on them: a G-cup. Of course, she was. Jenniefer carried a touch more weight on her than Lindsay may have liked, boasting a slim and slender form herself with only B-cups, though every woman knew how hard bra shopping was at the best of times. Without that weight on her chest, Lindsay knew that she had more choice but that did not stop the jealousy from rearing its ugly head. The woman's breasts pulled down heavily under their own weight, though there was still youth to them, a springiness to the skin that prevented sagging skin from becoming unappealing even to her eyes.
She had the liberty to be ugly, however, as Jenniefer hastened out of her jeans, undressing as if she was rushing in a way even if her mind did not understand why. There was no worry or concern in her and her expression was perfectly blank, perhaps even a hint of a smile tugging at her lips, born from Lindsay's eagerness. They were linked through the hypnosis and if Lindsay wanted something, well, that just made Jenniefer want it too.
Watching on hungrily, Lindsay licked her lips as Jenniefer's hips were exposed, rounded out nicely. She was a little bottom-heavy but that was a good thing as her jeans were pushed aside, socks coming off, leaving only her underwear. The cotton underwear was nothing special but her hairy pussy was, unshaved and lightly curled with natural hair, the dark strands thickly protective even though the soft lips of her pussy could still be seen tucked between her thighs when she bent over to remove her underwear from her ankles.
"Much better..."
Lindsay relished in her power and control as Jenniefer stood and waited with a small smile on her face, completely nude. There was nothing like the difference between one clothed party and the second nude one when it came to a power play and Lindsay ran her hands down Jenniefer's shoulders to her breasts, groping and squeezing while her victim could not help but moan.
"You aren't worthy of these. Get down on all fours."
Lindsay hissed through her teeth, swaying lightly as Jenniefer obeyed. Who could have known that seeing that idiotic girl obey her like a slut could have been so erotic? She might have made use of her a long time ago if she'd known but, as it was, the trance was so deep by that point that she no longer had any use for the coin that had remained in motion over the backs of her fingers, tucking it safely away in her pocket. That would come to use later, she was sure, as she completed her task there. For there was only so much that she could do at one time and it was now time to enjoy the humiliation and debasement of Jenniefer, for all that she had done and all that she had not done.
Lindsay smirked, tapping her fingers against her cheek as her thumb rested tucked under her jaw. Jenniefer was perfectly still on all fours but she must have known, at least in part, just what was coming as she had positioned her backside towards her, the smooth, fleshy round of it perfectly womanly. A little extra fat went a long way to leaving her body pleasantly soft and yielding, Lindsay groping her briefly, though a woman's body, to say the least of it, was not her thing.
But it was the humiliation of it all as her nemesis got down on all fours for her and acted like an obedient, meek little puppy, as if she could no longer do anything at all without Lindsay's say-so and permission. That was what made Lindsay's skin prickle with need, guts churning, need rising thick and fast in such a way as it could no longer be contained.
