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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The white fox smiled, tucking his tentacles, the magical appendages that sprouted from the upper part of his back, away. They were a little annoying for Sandor, but he had gotten used to them over the few years that had taken place since Alyssa and he had had their encounter with the magical tree, the ancient being that had sought to absorb and control them. Even then, he was surprised that they had gotten out of there alive, after the trauma, but forever grateful that they had been able to heal.
And yet they had been left with remnants as he slung his bag off his shoulder and opened the door with a flourish, ready to run into the arms of his doe-taur lover and partner. It had been too long since he had seen her, though he'd only been away for a week to train other, lower-level mages, his skills having improved in leaps and bounds since "the incident". It was not a duty that he particularly enjoyed, when it meant that he had to leave Alyssa at home, even if it was comfortable for her there, but it had to be done, he had to pass on his knowledge to all the generations of mages that were already following him.
"Alyssa! I'm home!"
He smiled widely, entering the hallway and scurrying through to the living area, as excited as he had been when he'd been a teenager, tentacles flickering out from his upper back, as much as he tried to quell them. Sandor simply couldn't help himself when it came to being with Alyssa again and, oh, how he had missed her!
The doe-taur sat on the sofa, large and plush with tight seams and stitching, though she only smiled at her partner as he ran in and hugged her. Her arms came up automatically to hold him and yet Alyssa could not have honestly said why she did not feel quite right in her body. She was still eating fine, more or less, but she had been a little out of sorts, feeling uncomfortable with prolonged physical contact. Even her partner could not fail to notice that the deer-taur, brushing her hair back behind her shoulders, the light brown, flowing locks, breathed a sigh of relief as they separated, more relaxed when there was a little space between them.
"I'm so glad you're home, sweetheart," Alyssa said, clasping her hands before her chest, trying to show her pleasure at having him home more openly, even if there was something worrisome inside, something missing. "It's so long when you're away... Did you have a good trip? How was the teaching?"
Ah, yes, those were questions that she was better able to ask, questions that she had asked so many times over before that they were second nature to her.
And yet Sandor drew back, his brow furrowing, worry curling in his chest.
"You don't sound like yourself, Alyssa," he fretted, coming in closer, pressing his palm to her forehead as if to take her temperature. "Is something wrong? Did my mother come by again while I was away? I know we added magical protections to the locks, but she can be ever so insistent..."
"Oh, no, no," Alyssa said, holding her hands up feebly, not as convincing as she would have liked to be. "I'm just... Well, I'm not right, Sandor. I haven't been unwell...but I don't well lately either."
Swallowing hard, her little doe ears splayed out, a look of helplessness crossing her face, if only for a moment.
"I feel strange, Sandor... I'm worried."
That was all he needed to do, leaping into action.
"I will speak to the doctor."
Of course, as one of the tier one mages in the growing town of magical students and more, Sandor was able to get the doctor there in no time at all, which was just as well for how the fox was fretting. Even though he knew that he should have been sitting with Alyssa, comforting her, reassuring her that everything was okay, he couldn't help his heart from pounding, the palms of his hands slick and body sweating where his body strained to release excess heat.
The doctor examined her thoroughly, from head to toe, a stoat with a sharp look in his eye and he was certainly clear in his examination. He did afford Alyssa privacy for the more intimate parts of the examination, such as when he had to lift her shirt, buttoned at the front but only to the middle of her ribcage in the modern style, to listen to her heart and lungs. Even though Sandor had seen her naked a hundred times over, it was still embarrassing to have someone else examine her, even though the stoat was kind and respectful, murmuring softly to her. He even asked Alyssa about her life, getting her to talk and relax a little more, for her heart was racing from the worry of everything.
"What is it, doctor?" Sandor asked when he was called in, Alyssa sitting on the bed with her legs tucked under her from the doe half of her body, arms gently wrapped around her torso, holding onto the elbow of the opposite arm. "Is she okay? Alyssa, how are you feeling?"
He didn't know who to talk to or turn to, but the doctor had a smile on his face. That had to be good news, right?
"It is well, Sandor, quite well," he said, quietly packing his equipment away, the stethoscope and tools he had used to look into her throat and ears, magically infused. "I would need to take her to the medical centre for a scan, of course, but it appears that your partner is pregnant. I would not offer a premature congratulations, but all the signs are there and everything, as it appears, is perfectly fine and normal. There is nothing to raise any concerns with me, but we would, of course, like to confirm the pregnancy so that you may receive the proper care, Alyssa."
