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.
---
Queen stepped out with a smile on his muzzle, the fox's pastel-like orange fur glowing with good health. His fox brush lifted proudly, though he was not only a fox with the long feather twisting down the full length of his tail. The fox's arms and legs had avian accents to them also in black scale-like detail edged with red, though he would have had to go back quite far in his lineage to see just where that part of his body had come from. His black hair gleamed in the low light, his fine undergarments cupping his bulge modestly and hiding the light gleam of semen at the rim of his tail hole.
"Finally... The ritual is nearly done."
He walked down the corridor, the door to the room where he had just made love to the emperor closing at his heels. The palace where he lived was extensive and expansive, constructed from light-coloured stone and so much gold that, sometimes, it made one's eyes water when looking at it. Everything about his home screamed opulence -- yet there was one thing, still, that was not his to claim.
For all Queen wanted was to give a child to the emperor, his feline partner. And, finally, he'd been offered a way to do it through a fertility ritual. Not just any fertility rite either, but one that would allow the fox, as a male, to bear a child too. The advisor had made sure all came together and, even then, Queen swore he felt the change inside him.
The egg, within him, coming together with the sperm of his partner. He only felt it as it was part of the ritual, like an electric spark fizzing inside him, bubbling where his body was changing, allowing him to bear young. Queen took a breath and set his shoulders proudly back, though he could not stop the proud twitch of his tail.
The last part of the ritual was about to commence as he put his paw on the door and leaned forward, using a small amount of weight to open it up, the door swinging inward with nary a creak.
Alas, all was not as Queen thought it to be.
He knew it the moment he stepped into the circular room designated for the final part of the ritual, markings inscribed on the walls -- some of which he could read in the old language of the empire. His ears perked up and he took a half step back as the door closed behind him, Queen's breath hitching in his chest.
"This... This is not as I was told."
He crossed his arms over his chest, though his attire revealed a lot of his body with long, flowing robes that were open across the chest. There was an element of translucency to them, though the off-white material shimmered silkily with gold tones and accents, denoting his high stature in the empire.
The blue shorthair cat smiled through tight lips, wearing a long robe with heavy sleeves that completely obscured his paws as he linked them, supposedly, together. His ears and whiskers twitched, betraying something Queen could not put a name to, though the fox tried not to allow his own trepidation to show.
"Ah, I see you have come," the emperor's advisor, Lawrence, said with another thin smile, his eyes gleaming in the low light of the room, lit by a circular skylight as dust motes swirled in the rays. "Yet I'm afraid I have some news for you as to the state of the empire."
Queen's nostrils flared and the fox drew himself up haughtily.
"The empire is doing well!" He snapped back, nerves getting the better of him, despite his many years amongst nobility. "For years you have claimed our coffers are growing low when I've seen for myself the wealth accumulated!"
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong," the feline said smoothly, his grey fur layered with darker stripes as he approached. "You, General, are not privy to the inner workings of this empire, as consort to the emperor. It is now that I implore you to see reason. The emperor is not fit to sit on the throne."
"Oh, and I suppose you believe you are the ideal candidate?" Queen growled back, showing his teeth in a flash of white. "This is wrong! And if you think I will move against my mate, you are sorely mistaken!"
He wheeled about, intending to head for the door -- though a blue dragon blocked his way. Queen cursed under his breath as his chest heaved and he tried to get away, though the drake easily grabbed him, restraining him with large hands that closed all the way around each of the fox's slender arms. Even though his chest was moderately broad and muscular, the fox simply was no match to the bulk of the dragon, built like a mercenary.
"Ah... You..."
Queen trembled, fighting to keep his tongue inside his mouth where it wanted to loll, yet he couldn't betray his own tickling chill of fear. The dragon was taller than him and easily three times as broad with a thick muscle gut. The hue of his blue scales was interspersed with a pale belly underbelly, wearing no more than what looked like a leather skirt with a slit up the side.
A mercenary. The fox shivered, unable to help himself. They often wore such revealing clothing, so they were not restricted in flexibility or their movements in the slightest when engaged in fights.
Who the dragon intended to fight there, however, Queen didn't want to imagine.
"Agh!" Queen twisted, though showing his teeth had no effect on the dragon. "Release me immediately! Or I'll have your head for this!"
"Oh, you will not do anything of the sort," Lawrence said, the advisor approaching with a glint in his eye. "Your fertility ritual, indeed, was real, but there is a flaw in it I forgot to tell you about."
He paused for effect and it was all Queen to do to stop himself from spitting in the cat's face. That was not very becoming behaviour for a consort to the emperor.
"The bearer," Lawrence continued, "will become submissive to the father of the child they are carrying. Quite beautiful, in fact. And that may be natural if the emperor was to remain the father of your child. Only...I have a better male in mind for you."
"No!"
