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.
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Omega lounged at the bar, though his eyes roamed, checking out the ladies there. It was a bustling night but, as long as he was seated, the tall wolf could fly under the radar, though it was difficult for him to do in pure black fur at ten feet tall otherwise. To say that he was a big lad would have been an understatement, yet he would have preferred to attract attention for the right reasons, the red streak over one eye catching more curious eyes. Those were the kind of questions that he liked better, taking a mouthful of dry cider, the sweet cloudy apple beverage slipping too easily down his throat.
Tipsy, perhaps? Omega grunted softly, yet he had found someone more so than him, a fox with pink fur and a white underbelly - at least, that was what he determined from how the white fluff at her neck plunged down into the V-shaped neckline of her top. There was little left to the imagination with the light and delicate vulpine, her high-pitched voice carrying while her friends (he supposed that was who they were) clustered around).
"I don't know why he keeps doing this to me!" She half-shrieked, her tone carrying. "He's always off with someone...doing something... Argh!"
What her boyfriend, apparently was or was not doing did not seem to be of any importance, the wolf, watching, tongue flicking out against the side of his muzzle.
An easy target. But one, most certainly, that would willingly welcome his attentions, he was sure. He only needed to watch and wait for his moment to make her night, slipping in while her friends headed off to the bathroom, his paw on her hip, a cocky smile on his lips.
He found out that her name was Mindy, but Omega, most likely, would not remember that for long. Not as his cock swelled, pushing from his sheath, Mindy going on and on about her boyfriend, how he wouldn't do "stuff" with her, that he was "not up for anything fun". Vanilla, that's what she said, but Omega let her get out her frustrations on him, the fox even waving off her friends when they tried to come back to "rescue" her.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine here. He's just listening to me vent about that jerk."
But even Mindy knew that there was something more that Omega could offer her, especially when it came to forgetting about "that jerk" for a night, a smirk on her lips, even if it was a bit lopsided in her state of inebriation. The drinks flowed, laughing together, though she slurred as his paws stroked her body, her paws guiding his there.
"I'm drunk..."
But not drunk enough to slump over, stopping him, the wolf chuckling softly, nibbling and nuzzling at her neck.
"I can make you forget all about him, just say the word."
The vulpine shivered under his touch, moaning and whimpering, turning heads even in the crowded bar. It was too easy to get her over onto his side, truly, but sometimes that was what two furs needed, her paw darting between his legs, grasping his hard-on, her eyes wide.
"Damn... You're huge!"
But she didn't know what she was getting into, not even as they kissed, tongues delving deep, wolf and fox tongues the very best for kissing. They wound and wove over and around one another, messily and sloppily, for the alcohol did pull at their systems a little, even though they might have done better, at that time, with clearer heads.
They didn't care, Omega's heart surging as they stumbled into the bathroom, paws all over each other, her smaller ones trying to get his belt loose. He was a good few foot taller than her, though she was average height for a female, the fox comically dwarfed by him as she moaned and yanked down his jeans with as much aggression as her tiny form could offer.
"Ah... Fuck..."
Mindy moaned, eyes wide, the wolf hitching her up onto the sink, her legs spread, her short skirt already riding up to expose her sodden panties. The wolf growled deep in the back of his throat, eyes intense, tail lifting, as stiff as a board.
"Already wet, are you?"
He smirked, kissing her lips again, drawing her back into it, his heart pounding, need rising, desire coursing through with every pump of his heart in his chest. He'd show her a good time, yes, show her why her boyfriend had been wrong to let such a kinky fox go out on her own.