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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Feby and Remy had been together for just over half their life, going from high school sweethearts to married partners as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Of course, the fennec fox pair had had their own set of hardships and trials, though Remy still said that it made her stronger for it, for being with Feby. Undoubtedly, Feby would have much rather not seen him go through any bad times at all, though the vulpine understood, even back then, that there was only so much she could do to make the bad times "not come" at all.
It was how they dealt with things together that was important, not what happened in the first place. Life was full of trials.
Yet they had a different kind of relationship too with a particular wolf. Lukx was a wolf, well, actually a werewolf but Lukx didn't make a whole thing about that, with dark fur and yellow markings spiralling across his coat. And it was one of those very markings that Remy traced one evening as he lay on his sofa with Lukx, simply relaxing. They couldn't be all "go go go" all the time, after all, and things at the little café that Feby and he had opened up to make ends meet, to make something of a life that they had chosen for themselves.
It had started out on a quiet street, though the business had grown and grown and so did the stresses. Remy could not quite remember where he had met Lukx -- it might have been Feby who had introduced them -- but he was glad that they had, one way or the other.
"Hm..."
Lukx hummed softly, the light from the TV screen illuminating his muzzle and glancing off his fur, his tail flicked back languidly as he watched. The fennec fox had a big T-shirt on, slouchy and comfortable, with a pair of shorts, which mostly hid his darker fur, not like the usual light markings of a fennec fox. No, he was darker and more daring than that with a black back and a richer brown shade sweeping over his sides and thighs, ending in a white, pure fluff running down his chest and stomach to his crotch. Like most foxes, he had a big, fluffy tail, though he still admired the wolf's markings, how his dark black-grey fur was struck through with different shades and cumulated in the twisting, spiralling, yellow markings too on top. He really was impressive, yet simply being with him, well...
Remy felt safe. And that was more than enough for him, for a friendship that had certainly changed over the years.
The wolf was bare-chested and Remy would have said that they were more than comfortable enough around one another to be able to do that, at least, even if things, well... Hm. How was he to describe their strange relationship? Much less to himself?
There had been...something there. Something that Remy had not ever quite been able to put his finger on. Though they had cuddled with the wolf, things had been growing softer and closer, the two smaller fennec foxes more than neatly tucking themselves into the strong curves of the werewolf's body. He was just so big, so strong, the broad muscle of his chest coated in the softest of fur, which really did not match up to his sleekly honed physique, if the truth was told. They hadn't been trying to get close to one another but it had all kind of happened.
Naturally.
Remy liked that.
Sometimes, Feby and Lukx kissed and that made strange things tickle, lightly, in Remy's stomach, as if he was being teased and kissed all over himself. But he didn't want to be teased and touched, no... Not when he could watch that with Feby.
But there was one night when everything changed.
On the sofa, Remy flicked his tail back against the wolf, sleepy with the TV on, though comfortable, so very comfortable. The fennec fox smirked faintly, mischief dancing in the back of his mind, as he swiped the wolf's phone from the coffee table and tapped it open. To his surprise, however, it didn't seem that Lukx had set a password or anything, allowing him quick access to the photo gallery.
"Mm," the wolf hummed lightly. "What are you doing?"
Lukx wasn't bothered by Remy taking a look at his phone, of course, for it was Remy who was going to see more than he had bargained for, to be fair. As soon as the fox got onto the image gallery, well... The little squeak that Remy gave was enough for Lukx to chuckle and draw him back against his chest, though the werewolf made no move at all to take the phone back off Remy.
"Oh... Oh!"
Remy couldn't stop looking, heat rising to his cheeks and tickling at the insides of his ears. For there were hardly any "normal" pictures in his gallery, just...sexual fun. The wolf with a mare, the wolf with a monitor lizard, a dick pic that didn't seem like it was the wolf's, a rat's head on his chest, seeming to rise and fall gently in sleep.
He gulped and kept scrolling, only glancing back at Lukx once to make sure that the wolf was really okay with it. Oh, he shouldn't have looked in the first place! Yet he wanted to see more, too curious about what...
"Oh, that was when I was with Sally," the wolf casually explained, pointing to the picture on the screen of him with a pretty eagle giving him head. "She was great, didn't know a beak could do that. And that time was when I was with Harriet. She's...hm... A dragon-wolf? She could spread her legs so wide, but she was a great instructor. The stamina on her..."
Remy blushed and should have stopped... But he just kept going, all as the wolf explained what was happening in every picture. The warmth of Lukx's chest pressing in more closely against his back was so soothing, something that he could lean into, the deep tone of the wolf's amused voice teasing through him.
"She was pregnant too, with my pups," the werewolf grunted, clearly feeling something as they went over one of the pictures, pausing on a toucan hybrid with a big, blue beak and a bigger belly still. "A few couples now... They've had my pups or are going to. It's a really nice thought."
The hybrid posed in another photo, her apparent partner with his head resting on her pregnant belly, eyes alight with a soft joy. Of course, they were all naked, though Remy only caught a quick glimpse in that photo of a chastity device set aside, as if the male had been released for his comfort for a time.
Oh...
