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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Scott smiled as he bounced out of Fyr's truck, his own little car still needing some work doing on it. His body obeyed him wilfully and readily and he felt as light as he ever did, smiling as he bounded on, light on his hind paws with two shopping bags clasped in each paw. The stoat, perhaps, should not have been as light of will and heart as he was, being that he lived in a house with three demons and a dragoness who was not a demon but may as well have been when he wronged her...but he made it work.
It was the way of it and, somehow, he thought that things were meant to be. However things had started off between him and Sasha, Fyr's mother, they had progressed smoothly. He was a free stoat, of course, and could come and go as he pleased, but being part of their family meant that he was able to take care of his family too, moving his parents a little closer and into a smaller, more manageable property so that moving around was not so difficult after his father's surgery. All had gone as well as it possibly could have and both Fyr and Ropes, the financial heads of the household, had assisted freely with any and all expenses, though little was actually said about it from their side.
"No thanks needed," Fyr said brusquely, closing her laptop on the family household spending spreadsheet. "As long as we can afford it, we'll make sure they're taken care of. It's not a good season to start building now but there's always the option to build a little bungalow for them down the drive..." Her lips pressed together a little more tightly. "...Away from the ranch house though. Definitely away from the ranch house."
That was sure to see as the demons were not at all quiet about enjoying themselves and, frankly, that was not a part of his life that Scott at all wanted to share with his parents. It just wasn't to be and he was happy as long as they were taken care of: was there anything else for him to worry about?
Strangely...not. He pleased the demons and served then, sometimes taking the lead with Fyr and sometimes being ordered, by the demons, onto his knees before her. He did not know just where he stood with the dragoness that he had had, undoubtedly, feelings for, or whether those feelings had disappeared at all in all the changes in the interim. It seemed, sometimes, that things were too messed up to put to rights in any way that he could recognise for himself but it was a good kind of mess - particularly when he was down on his knees. The submissive role appealed to him more than anything else, passed between the males especially to service their needs with his new pussy.
For the brown-furred stoat was no longer just a male but possessed female genitalia too between his thighs. Kao made good use of that in particular, letting the stoat's legs hook around his waist as Scott gasped and let the weight of his body guide him down onto the blue dragon's rampantly turgid cock. The hard length sank into the stoat as Kao snarled in a flash of shockingly white teeth and bore him back against the wall, his need paramount, desires there to be satisfied at any cost. He was there to please and, truly, that was all that he needed to do, languishing in the moment, shuddering and whimpering, his pussy closing and rippling erratically around a shaft that his body knew how to please better than his mind.
And that was just why he didn't need to think. It was better when he didn't have to, when he was being fucked, not because he was trying to escape someone or something but because it brought with it a sense of coming home. He shuddered against the wall with his hips, helplessly, trying to buck as he was filled, yet could do nothing as the dragon's hard length ploughed into him. Whether he was ready for it or not Kao was going to take his pleasure from him, the dragon turned demon ferocious in his lust.
Kao rarely talked when he was fucking him, his need rising, something that Scott especially was there to sate. The dragon had taken a particular liking to him but it was fair to say too that the rest of the demons used him and his body pretty much equally. He grunted thickly, the sound rising carnally up in the back of his throat. Sometimes he wondered just why he did not become a demon like Sasha and Kao but, really, it was not something that he was all that worried about. He wasn't so sure anyway that he wanted to be a demon when he was already so happy where he was.
"Unnff..."
Kao shuddered as he spent himself inside the stoat, Scott's toes curling happily. Yes, he was most definitely where he needed to be with a pussy full of cum, each spurt seeming to come more eagerly than the one that preceded it. He needed it so desperately, wanted it all, his desire for their seed as the demons fed on him not something that a breeding-stoat such as Scott could so easily turn off. So much so that, in fact, when he was dropped back to the carpet, licking his lips, he found Kao's cock again instantly, slurping and rubbing his face against it, smearing a concoction of his juices and the dragon's cum over his muzzle.
The drake rumbled his pleasure, wings raising and extending as if to frame the moment, his dominance palatable in the air between them.
"That's it..." He growled. "Deeper... Fuck-slut..."
That was eloquent for Kao in the heat of the moment but not something that Scott was about to call him on either as he groaned around a hot length of dragon-meat and did all that he was asked to do. He took the hard shaft right up into the back of his throat and deeper still, though there was a limit to the dragon's cock: it was only a little more difficult for him to take as he did not have as long of a muzzle as some of the others. Still, he'd long ago lost his gag reflex around them (maybe that had been a touch of demonic magic at play?) and was always dimly aware of the sexual energy being sipped from, from him.
He fed them as he sucked their cocks, ate out Sasha, giving them everything as lovingly and as passionately as he could. He didn't care how rough they were with him when he came back stronger, again and again, every day, the grind and pound of a dragon-cock into the back of his mouth goading him on. Scott could do better, be better, please them better - if only he tried. The fact of the matter was that he always achieved, with them, what he set out to do, driven on by his need and how many times, daily, the demons needed to feed to maintain their strength.
Yet there was still an element of competition between them.
Ropes stalked into the room, though Scott almost didn't notice him until he pressed in too close, tail lashing near enough to brush Scott's shoulder. Naked, the stoat could not help but moan even from that touch, his hard length aching and begging for attention that he knew he would not get while the demons were using him. The dragon snapped and growled something above him and he sucked harder than ever, hoping to alleviate just a little of the tension between them even as dragon-seed slopped from his pussy. He had more than one hole to use, after all...
"You've already fed today," Ropes growled, the edges of his lips picking up as if to hint at a snarl. "Back away."
His words may have been cordial enough, considering that it was between demons, but there was an underlying tension there that curdled through. Scott shivered but he was not privy to the inner workings and trappings of their social hierarchy, though he had long ago suspected that Ropes would have very easily have been able to overpower Kao if it came right down to it. Perhaps it would even end comically with a single one of his tentacles slamming the one that opposed him down to the ground, leaving a dent in the ground and cracks spreading in testimony to his strength.
The demons, however, must have worked something out while he did his duty, taking yet another load of dragon-cum straight down his throat, gulping loudly, noisily. Some part of him thought that that had to have been the best way to let them know how much he enjoyed it and wanted it too but he still did not know quite what the demons would have ever done if he didn't actively engage in what they wanted. Presumably, they would grow bored with him or he would have already left but that wasn't a path that he needed to take, the insides of his ears pinker with a blush as he let a dribble of cum leak out of the corner of his lips, just for the kinky look of it.
Shoulder to shoulder, Kao and Ropes stood above him, looming without even trying to. Without thinking, Scott whimpered and hunkered down a little closer to the carpet, the bed to his side, though it rarely seemed to be used. The demons would take him anywhere and everywhere and the bedroom would have been too typical for most of what they got up to.
"Oh, good, have you begun yet?"
Sasha pranced in, wearing black lingerie as if she had had it designed especially for a special occasion, the leather winding around her body like a bodysuit for her torso but leaving absolutely everything exposed that it had to. The leather cut off around her hips and dipped between her legs, her pussy on show, and, of course, every slit in her sides that fitted Ropes' tentacles in a way that Scott did not yet quite understand was there too, gleaming with a little hint of red as to what lay within their delightful entrances.
But what did she mean about them beginning something? That didn't make sense, not in the usual course of things. He parted his lips to ask but Ropes' cock found a home there instead, effectively sealing away any further communication or words that could have spilt forth. They probably didn't matter anyway when he had no worries at all about anything the demons could have done or said, the way that they conducted their business. The feel of a hard length in his mouth, pushing deep, was better for him, tongue trying to flick and press up against the underside. Ropes didn't need that, however, talking over him as if the stoat was not even there, though, truthfully, he should have been difficult to miss.