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.
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A Milky Present
Sometimes the temptation is just a little bit too great.
The white wolf blinked awake and sat upright, her lovers slumbering beside her. The digital clock with glowing, blue digits on the nightstand called the hour not even midnight on the eve of Christmas, but she could not rest. Alas, sleep was not always something that came easily to Yinx with one thought after the other racing through her mind at the worst times, leaving her tired through the day and aching for the bliss of rest that never quite seemed to be enough.
Slipping from the bed with the stealth of a robber, she held her breath as the mattress creaked - a massive one that allowed all three of them to sleep comfortably, expensive but oh so very worth it - Yinx held her paws to her chest, an oversized T-shirt serving as her sleepwear. Although her mouse rolled over, neither of her lovers rose and she exhaled slowly, tiptoeing from the bedroom on hind paws that fell with the lightness of a downy feather.
Once out, the wolf trotted down the stairs two at a time, tongue lolling out happily as her lips stretched into a languid grin. One, two, three - jump to avoid the creaky one - and she sticks the landing! Laughing softly at herself, she bounced into the living room, bare paws trotting from floorboards to carpet; she sighed as her toes sank into the plush surface and relished in wriggling them, short claws catching slightly in the fibres.
The Christmas tree beckoned in the corner, still lit up with a myriad of lights, all draped haphazardly and yet lovingly over its branches, tinsel and baubles strewn up as if in a fit of delirium. It wasn't standard and yet it was perfect and what was even more perfect was the pile of presents stacked beneath its spread branches. Wrapped up in brightly coloured, childishly pleasing paper, they sang a song of days gone by and times in life that were awkward and joyful: family Christmases that were both longed for and yet endured at the same time.
As much of a tradition as anything else, Christmas had never been destined to be a perfectly smooth and tranquil time of year, but she pushed the thought from her mind. No time for that! In the still of the night, the time was hers and, irrefutably, hers alone.
The Christmas tree lights twinkled off the pink of her ears and she chuckled lightly to herself as she sprung across the carpet, wolfish glee taking over. Who was there to see her? And what sense of decorum did she have to keep when she was alone?
None at all, of course!
And that was liberating too sometimes. They'd scold her, the mouse and dragon, the next morning for being too eager to open her presents, but a little childish joy never did anyone any harm. Plopping down onto her knees, she shimmied the mauve, faded T-shirt up her thighs some and reached for one wrapped in pink paper. Not usually one she would have gone for, it had clearly been wrapped by someone who saw it as a chore, but her scrawled name on the side lured her in. Her pulse fluttered at the side of her throat and the wolf's lips parted, the tip of her tail wagging ever so gently back and forth. It didn't have a sender marked on it and there was no way it had come from either of her sweet-hearted lovers. If they didn't pay for someone else to pack their gifts for them, their attempt at an idealistic sense of neatness would have been sharply evident!
Just the one. One wouldn't do any harm.
With one glance back at the still open living room door, she dug one short claw into the paper, tearing it open with that satisfying rip. She made short work of the wrapping, tail wagging nineteen to the dozen as she shoved it aside to reveal... What, exactly? Something pink and translucent fell out; a clear container that looked like it perhaps could have belonged in the kitchen, at a stretch, dropping softly to the side.
It took her a moment, but, when that moment came, her eyebrows shot up.
"A..." She spoke aloud, forgetting that she was on her own with no one to hear her. "A breast pump? What?"
Shaking her head - the words hadn't helped her make any sense of the item and why it was there - she turned it over in her paws, inspecting the container that would contain milk if the pump was used correctly. Her brow furrowed. Was someone trying to hint at something? She certainly wasn't blooming lactating?
Although... She held it up to her chest, fitting the cups over her breasts through the thin fabric of the T-shirt. Wasn't it something used in kinky play too? Something that was supposed to...you know...feel pretty good? Her cheeks heated up beneath her fur and she pressed the back of her palm to them, wiling her blush to fade. Yinx licked her lips.
As with opening the gift itself... A quick test run surely couldn't hurt.
Yanking her T-shirt off up over her head, she giggled as a wicked thrill ran through her. It was good not to stick to the straight and narrow and, oh, life had been so busy that it had been on that damn straight and narrow for far too long! The cups fit over her breasts as if the "toy" had been designed specifically from her and she tossed the thought of the lack of sender out the window entirely, holding them in place until she could flip the suction on.
