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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Something wasn't right. Alyssa had been working in the household of the foxes, well...since she had been a little fawn. Few taurs in the world were not on the lower rungs of society, after all, and she had been sold into service, presumably so that she could have a better life than what her mother had thought that she could give her. Alyssa didn't know quite what that meant when her mother had cared for her so very much.
Yet she could not think about that, her brown hair tied back neatly, a faint curl to it, as she had washed it recently. That had been in cold water, but the doe-taur was grateful for what she could get.
The master of the house or, more accurately, the young master... He was always looking at her. That in itself was not all that much of a strange thing but...his stares... She didn't know what to make of them. She could have been dusting the fireplace or collecting eggs from the chickens or even filling the bathtub: it went without saying that the fox would be found, staring at her.
She didn't say anything. She was only an indentured servant and, truthfully, Alyssa knew that there was nothing that she could do about it. She couldn't stop him from staring at her, not when he was one of her masters, technically, though the scroll was kept by the mistress of the house. She shifted uncomfortably and offered him a polite smile and a light curtsey, crossing her back legs as she dipped with her forelegs, pausing when she felt his eyes, once again, drop to her hind end.
"Good evening, Master Sandor."
The fox smiled and nodded, though he didn't stop looking at her. And the doe-taur felt his gaze, as uncomfortable as ever, remain on the curve of her hind end, somewhere beneath the white fluff of her little tail.
He was of age, yes, but...she still didn't think that it was quite right, even if she was, most likely, one of the only females that he was around; she'd heard that there were many males also training in magic, even if the fox had only begun to take it seriously of late. She didn't know how that was going and only asked out of politeness, wanting to fulfil her role as a servant of the household and ensure that she earned her meals.
Perhaps though, the eldest son of such a rich, prosperous merchant family should not have such a fetish, she thought to herself, even if the idea was something that the doe-taur would keep private only to her. She tried not to think or worry about it too much, focusing on her work and, as always, finding solace in the rhythmic, predictable nature of her chores.
He wouldn't do anything more than that.
And yet she was wrong.
She didn't hear the white fox coming when she was heading downstairs to the basement where her room was. There were other servant quarters down there too, no windows, but the others were away for the night or serving the master and mistress of the house in other ways: they did like the waiter, after all, to serve them drinks of an evening, even though the hour was quite late at that time.
"Hm..."
She hummed softly to herself as she stepped inside the small room with a narrow bed that, frankly, was not much more than a cot and stood on four, short, rickety legs. But it was enough, yes, for her, and she could lean against the wall when she folded her legs under herself to sleep on the mattress, so she was not truly uncomfortable there. Being a taur helped sometimes.
"This is your fault."
"Oh!"
She startled, hands flying to her chest as she whirled around, hair flying loose from the tie that had grown slack over the day. Wisps hung about her face as her heart beat wildly, the young Master Sandor standing there in the doorway, blocking it.]
Her heart sank. She didn't listen to it.
"W-what... Oh, Master Sandor, I did not hear you there," she managed to get out, a shaky smile on her lips. "Was there something that you needed? I will be there right away!"
The fox shook his head, a pink tongue snaking out to roll and lap languidly along the side of his muzzle.
"Yes... Quite. It's all your fault, Alyssa... And I can't bear it anymore!"
She didn't react quickly enough, not as the fox lunged for her, his hand going for her shoulder, fingers curling around and black claws biting sharply for a breath of a moment. She made as if to scream, purely on instinct, but the fox clapped his other hand around her face, covering her mouth, her head jerked up and back.
They scrambled, prey instinct kicking in even as Alyssa heaved and fought, her small, fragile body bested too easily. The fox had young, strong muscle on him that her body did not boast, a body designed for flight and running, and he subdued her more easily than the doe-taur could have ever thought was possible.
"Unff... Huff..."
He grunted as he tied her up, though she whimpered at the notion that it was pre-mediated, that the fox had brought a such rope with him, all with the purpose of...doing something to her. She didn't know what yet, her heart pounding and leaping in the cage of her chest, as if she was stuck down a hole, jumping and scrabbling at the sides to get out, out, anything, just out.
"Mmmmph!" She groaned through his hand, his fingers shifting. "No... Please, no!"
"Quiet. Or else my mother will hear about this..."
Her heart quieted, shuddering, seeming to skip a beat for all the wrong reasons. They'd blame her, wouldn't they? So, she had to submit, had to do what the young Master of the house wanted...
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, though her hands were behind her back, the rough rope tight around her wrists. The fox hissed through his teeth as if he was already delirious with pleasure, startling her heart into a leaping, frantic beat, and she whimpered, pressing her face down as he pinned her on the bed.
