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. These stories have been public for some time, but I am slowly uploading my back catalogue of stories currently.
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A Lady's Intuition
"Well, well, well... What do we have here, dearie?"
Amethyst smirked, her crimson painted lips curving wickedly. She paused in the entrance to her boudoir, which, in her mind, welcomed her home: large bed decked out in rich, purple bedding, a wooden floor strewn with matching rugs and gleaming, chocolate tone furniture touched up with silver accents. Her red mane was done up in a series of tight plaits, a remnant of the overseas holiday, if the suitcase at her hooves was not sufficient evidence of a much needed break. The tight fitting jeans accentuating her long legs and light, airy t-shirt had served her well on the long flight. It was good to escape the day job from time to time and the chestnut equine was happy to return to her detached house on the edge of the city, her stables a ten minute walk from her back door. And she had some fantastic ideas for a new story!
What she had not expected, however, was to find her dear friend and house sitter bound in a most compromising position upon her return.
Liv shook her head, groaning through the red ball gag - the first one that she had ever had against her teeth, willingly taken. Left alone in her friend's house for two weeks, the slender Dalmatian had made use of the entertainment system, extensive library and power shower, which was to be expected of a house sitter in any situation. Conversely, less pleasant tasks had entered into her job description and cleaning had to be undertaken with youthful vigour sooner or later. Forgoing her residence in the spacious guest bedroom, Liv had thought to surprise Amethyst by cleaning her bedroom from ceiling to carpet, leaving it fresh and airy for her friend's return. The bedroom had held more than a few surprises and, well, Liv was a curious canine. What was the harm in peeking within a few drawers?
Evidently there had been some harm and the keys for the padlocks had not been easily obtainable, much to Liv's detriment. The black haired Dalmatian squirmed, embarrassed by her nudity. The culprit of her predicament lay on the bed to her right - a black backed book open to a page that depicted a large breasted husky bound in a very similar position to Liv's self-imposed, rudimentary bondage. With her chest and muzzle on the silk bed cover, Liv had propped herself up on her knees, paws stretched back between her legs and cuffed to her ankles. The canine was utterly helpless with the padded, leather cuffs around her paws and ankles attached to one another with petite padlocks that had not been stored with the correct keys. Rubbing her muzzle against the bed, Liv groaned, tucking her tail against her raised rump.
"I had an inkling that you would experiment while I was away," Amethyst winked, drawing her loose shirt over her head. "But I had not expected anything of this scale."
"Mmph!" Liv shouted, which she hoped would translate to, "please let me go", though the meaning was ignored or lost in interpretation.
"No, no, no..." Amethyst murmured, perching on the edge of the bed where Liv could see her and her lace-fringed, violet bra, barely covering the nipples on her small, perky breasts. "You're staying right there, darling. I'll teach you not to go through my belongings in future... Not without permission from your mistress of the moment, that is."
Mistress? Liv blushed and whined desperately. Sure, she swung both ways but it was all too much at once! As if privy to her internal thoughts - even though the Dalmatian's bodily reactions were fickle - Amethyst rubbed the curve of her victim's buttocks, the dog's tail lifting instinctively. The soft, fleshy pink folds between her thighs were beautifully exposed, glistening with pearls of erotic moisture. Oh, yes, the canine wanted more to happen, paw on heart. Tracing her fingers around Liv's flushed vulva, Amethyst teased warmth into her sex, inducing the dog's clitoris to push forward as if to display her eagerness on a physical yet subtle scale.
"See?" The mare smiled, flicking the tip of her finger against Liv's swollen clit. "Your body wants this."
Moaning around the gag, Liv shook her head, her whole body trembling with a fire that seemed to burn a hair beneath the surface of her skin. She shifted on her knees, thrusting her rump higher, unknowing of the attention this drew as she fought to maintain some level of comfort. Licking her painted lips, Amethyst fluttered her eyelashes, standing up to remove her skinny jeans with a sigh of relief. A matching violet thong cupped her crotch, a dark patch of feminine arousal evident through the sheer fabric.
"You want this," Amethyst repeated, simultaneously sliding one finger into Liv's cunny; the Dalmatian bucked her hips, muzzle lolling from side to side. "You must first learn to obey."
She withdrew abruptly, striding to the impressively sized chest of drawers, hooves loud on the wooden floor without any hint of an echo. Shivering, Liv pressed her tongue against the hard ball in her maw, tilting her head so that the drool was not as obvious. It was erotic and sent ice through her nerves, cooling the fire into a frozen heat that could not be satisfied by any course of inaction. Rummaging through a drawer that Liv was yet to investigate - and she had thought that cats were the curious ones - Amethyst gave a quiet 'aha' of recognition, swishing her tail with the holiday braids.
