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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Eric could not help but be fascinated by the eland woman, tall and elegant, though she was still a smidge shorter than the white tiger. He didn't belong in her world, not there, but he had been exploring, trying to seek out new corners of the world -- new corners to him, that was. The world already had a far reach, though many chose not to live as the tiger did, in what the majority would call a civilised anthro world. Sometimes, Eric honestly wondered just how civilised it was.
That was why he sought out something different, delving into communities of anthros that lived far from technology, choosing what some would say was a simpler way of living and others would say just made life more complicated. Not many turned away such things as medical attention, living in simple dwellings, huts built with their own hands, some of them a single storey and others two or more, everything working with the land around them. Where he stayed, in what he would have called a tribe but found out, in the end, was far closer knit, meaning more, than that word, was where Mariama came to him.
She was beautiful, her brown hide shining above the line of her skirt, bright and colourful when she was within the bounds of the village, the trees rising above them, shading them from harm. She had cloven hooves, like other eland, and a top covered her chest, though it hung and swung like the shirt, sometimes revealing a glimpse of something more that the tiger was not sure that he was supposed to see. Still, Mariama moved amongst the buildings and other villagers with a sense of belonging and he followed her, even when he should not have, curious about her way and her life.
It was splendid, the two of them forming a strange friendship, her showing him around, though some of the elders shook their heads at them growing closer, day by day. Some words could be exchanged between them, but, mostly, they communicated through signs and signals, finding common ground and, even sometimes, drawing pictures in the bare earth to show their meaning. But Mariama was kind and sweet to him, always offering a gentle smile that he could not resist going along with, letting her show him her world. Some of the dwellings and meeting places were built into the trees themselves, a part of nature, something that he wanted to bring on with himself.
Only...the tiger didn't think that he could leave. Whereas he knew some of her African language and specific dialect, for it would have been rude to say there was only one and rather ignorant too, she picked up on English far more swiftly, trying to follow his speaking patterns and that of other visitors to their simple village. Sometimes it came out right and, well...other times they had to rely on the forms of closeness and communication that had developed between them during his time there.
Maybe he shouldn't leave. And Eric had all the reasoning for that that he could ever need as the eland woman took him to her single-storey home one evening, when the sun was setting. At that time was one of the most dangerous for prey animals, like her, even though the eland in the village, along with other herbivores, had tools with which to defend themselves. They were still prey to creatures like lions and others, which was why it was strange that she had allowed herself to be such a companion to a tiger.
Her eyes locked onto his and she took his paw in hers gently, putting it over her heart. His own skipped a beat.
