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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Night knew his father's secret. It was a big secret, a dirty secret, one that his father most likely would never, not even the once, have wanted to come to light. A striking wusky with a base coat of grey and white splashed down his belly, it was the blue and yellow markings on his body that truly set him apart, following the lines of his muscles. His father was a little demurer in terms of his physique, but the softness of his body had come to stay in middle age and the clock of time was harder to turn back from that stage, even if Damien was also inclined.
Yet Night's eyes had been on his father for some time, the wusky in his twenties, living at home again to save some money. It was more than alright, considering how damn hot his dad was, the older wusky a little taller than him, rugged and rough, even the fur under his chin a little bristlier than it was for him.
Night shuddered, his paw closed around his cock, the knot as yet unformed at the base. He could smell his father's need around the house, even if the older wusky thought that he was adequately hiding it: nothing could be hidden from his son, not truly. The muskiness clung to Damien like a second coat of fur, leading Night to get a hard-on at the breakfast table, even when they were watching TV together.
But that night...after his father took a sleeping pill to drift off with his insomnia once again gripping him after the divorce... Night would do for his father what he had wanted to do for so long.
It did not take much planning, waiting for his father to start snoring lightly before creeping into his room, holding his breath, avoiding the squeaky floorboard that had already been there for years. The wusky slumbered peacefully in bed, chest rising and falling, the bulge of his sheath and nuts showing through his jockstrap.
Night shivered. He had not thought that his father would be sleeping nearly nude...but it let him get closer, his own cock pushing out, straining with ever-increasing insistence against the front of his jock. They were, after all, perhaps the best underwear for guys out there!
With nothing more than the light of the moon filtering in through a crack in the curtains, he slipped across what had, before, been his parents' bedroom, easing onto the bed. It was a foam one, which helped him ensure that he did not jostle his father too much, the wusky rolling onto his side with a grunt.
If Night had been more aware, he would have realised that even that small amount of motion meant that Damien was not quite as deeply asleep as he should have been. For the wusky had been tired enough, that night, to forgo his sleeping pill instead of relying on medicine. He knew that, after all, he could not reply on it forever, despite the huge upheaval that had come into play in his life.
Night whimpered. His father's musk was even more alluring in the bedroom, moaning softly, nuzzling at his bulge, more confident that his father would not wake up as he still thought that Damien had taken a sleeping pill. He peeled his father's jock down only enough to free his sheath, nuzzling and lapping, swiping his tongue around and even into that soft fold of flesh to tease out his length.
