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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The world was silent around them. Yet the echo of the slammed front door resounded in their hearts.
Sasha and Car froze where they had been trying to placate Fyr...though what in the world could they have said? They knew what they'd been doing was wrong, so wrong. There was nothing in the world that could have made that right again.
Standing, Car slumped forward, his head in his paws, lacing his fingers at the back of his back. He hadn't even been able to close the distance between them, his shoulders aching where her claws had dug into him, where she had bashed him about. It was not as if he hadn't deserved it. He would have rather had that than the aching, turning, curdling pain in the pit of his stomach, his cock finally soft. Fat lot of good that was going to do him then, not after all that.
"God fucking damn it."
As if that could change things. As if that could make things right again. He'd followed his lusts, taken care of his "needs" -- and for what? To feel good? To end up hurting Fyr?
"I..."
Sasha dropped back, not realising that her paw had been lifted, extended in the direction of the open living room door, through which Fyr had escaped to the hallway.
The front door, she thought dimly. She had to close the front door. That meant that she had to put her clothes on.
That was the only way she was going to get through everything: one step at a time. One act at a time. One action at a time.
Panties back into place.
Her T-shirt pulled down.
Enough to close the front door.
Carenath fumbled for his clothes, blinking away moisture from his eyes that he refused to acknowledge, heaving, panting, no longer from a sexual means. All that was gone, out the window, the only thought in his head that he had to follow Fyr, that he had to catch up with her. Yet his clothes were scattered and he snarled and slammed his paws into the back of the sofa in an act of frustration that he was not due, fighting to remain in control.
Why hadn't he said anything? He could have done something, said something, stopped her from going. There wasn't any explanation that he could have given Fyr, not when he didn't even know what was going on with him anyway, but he could have at least fucking tried.
But what had he done? Fuck all, fucking nothing, nada, zip, thank you very much, sir, and goodbye!
"Car -- what are you doing?"
Sasha paused in the doorway, coming back from closing the door, locking it again, though...well...she knew then that she had been the one that had forgotten to lock it. That was how Fyr had gotten in when they'd thought that they were alone, that they were going to get away with it. In hindsight, it was all too easy to see how they had been fools.
"Going the fuck after her, of course!"
He was relentless, not even getting his socks on, only shoes, staggering out the door while Sasha tried to find something. She'd have to follow him in her own car, even if the carnage there would have to be cleaned up before Carenath's parents returned. Sasha didn't know why that thought popped into her head, the dim awareness that there was something else to be taken care of so that they didn't get found out.
But the shit had hit the fan already, so what did she fucking care about any of that?
She chased after Car, hoping that he was driving safely even when he wasn't, his car swerving back and forth in front of her, though never crossing the white line in the middle of the road. She was grateful for that, not wanting to see any harm come to anyone, but the state in which Fyr had been when she had left the house...
Was...Fyr safe?
"Shit."
She swallowed hard, striving to quell the racing of her heart, other traffic on the road a mere inconvenience to her as she overtook a lorry, keeping up with Car, breaking the speed limits -- but who cared about the rules? She'd already broken the cardinal one, the one that mattered more than anything else, and there she was not even able to keep her own daughter safe.
The white of the streetlights flashed across her muzzle, yet she would rather have remained shrouded in darkness. It wasn't for her. Not after what had happened.
She had to make sure her daughter was safe. Yes, that, she had to do that.
Her phone... Her phone...
She dragged it out of her pocket, balancing it on the dashboard, dialling Fyr's number. Of course, it only rang. And rang. And rang.
Of course, Fyr wasn't going to fucking answer. Sasha wouldn't have answered if it had been her mother who'd fucked her boyfriend...
Back to the apartment, the one that Fyr had only moved into recently with Car. Oh, how foolish an errand that seemed now that Car leapt out of the vehicle, cursing, stumbling, one of his shoelaces untied.
At least Fyr's car was there, Sasha hot on his heels as she screeched into the small car park behind him, slinging the car in against a hedge at an angle. As far as parking went, that would have to do.
"Where is she?"
Sasha all but shrieked as she leapt from the car, no more and no less than a mother in the dark of the night, fearful for her daughter's life. The quiet of the night seemed to turn all heads, even if there was no one there, towards them, her voice and sobs slicing through the air.
Car shook his head.
