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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"Pass the peas, please."
Fyr could not fail to see the difference in Holly, her heart sinking, though she did not want to think of just why such a strong change in the skunk's attitude had come to pass. She leaned back comfortably in her dining chair now instead of perching or cowering into it, sitting up tall and confident, a smile on her lips. The dragoness frowned. It was as if she thought that she was a welcome guest there, her queries shifting into statements, even though she was always polite. The dragoness supposed, at least, that that was something.
"Of course..."
Fyr shook her head. There was something not right there. Something not right at all. But Ropes had said that he would change, wouldn't he? Hadn't he?
Fyr's grip tightened on her cutlery. Just how would she know? Did she trust him? The way that her stomach turned over, knots and snakes winding in and out of one another, told her the answer without a single word needing to be uttered. She was no fool and the stress was getting to her too, as told by how hard she crashed every night. Maybe she would only have a half glass of honey mead that night, she said to herself. See if things were a little better with a little less alcohol in her system.
Ah, but it seemed that the devious duo had no concern left about hiding what they were doing away from her as a low moan caught her ear coming back from the bathroom before turning in for the night. Her step was heavy and dull and slow but she was still awake, clinging to reality with all the strength she had left in her, groaning softly. Yet she could not drown out the moans, clawing and dragging her way to the point where they emanated from.
I knew it.
"Oh, Ropes, I love it when you do that..."
Fyr stiffened.
No.
But yes. For when she rounded the corner there were Ropes and Holly in all their glory, the cougar bearing the skunk back against the wall as she moaned out his name, fingers sliding down his bare arms, clinging to his tentacles, feeding out up to her lips. Her lips were parted beautifully, the epitome of youth, and Fyr was struck but how young the skunk was, how her body was yet to fall prey to the wiles and whims of time and ageing. It would come to her in time, of course, but she was the sweetness of spring, her white stripe catching the eye with its lightness, a skunk quivering on the brink itself of throes of passion.
But Fyr could not stand for that, muscles shifting, unlocking, her need rising. Yet it was not a sexual one that reared its ugly head within her but a flare of anger, teasing into jealousy that was, quite fairly, present. Whoever wouldn't be jealous catching their husband in the arms of another?
The dragoness let loose a long, low growl. It was still barely enough to alert them to her presence.
"Get out."
That was the end of it, she would see her out, out and gone, never to be seen again. Her teeth flashed in the low light of the upstairs hallway and she snarled like a demoness herself, wings raised, larger and more intimidating, towering over even Ropes. Although the demon could increase his height artificially with his tentacles flung up high if he so chose, it was not something that he very often went for. As it was, his tentacles were rather preoccupied at that moment in time, sliding under her shirt, hitching her leg up, exposing a bare flash of pussy under her skirt.
Fyr's snarl deepened.
"You fucking...harlot." It was the best word that she could come up with in the heat of the moment, swaying in place. "You... You came into my home, after I fed and housed you...and...did...this..."
She couldn't get the words out, the sleeping pills still having an effect on her, clawing at her soul as they sought, even then, to drag her down and down into the quicksand of sleep. Maybe Fyr would have done more in that moment if she had felt at all stable on her hind paws but it was difficult even for her to stay upright, wings drooping, head tipping forward.
"No... No, get out, out. You don't belong here."
She couldn't even control her body as her knees buckled as if in slow motion, bringing her down lower. The cougar and his lover seemed taller in that moment but she did not understand that she had fallen, that she was slumped on the ground, barely in control of her own body and limbs.
"What..." She blinked, the scene before her blurring out of focus. "What...happened?"
Giggling, Holly shook her head, a devious glint in her eye. Fyr hated that look. She'd seen it too much over recent days and now she knew exactly why.
"She won't remember this in the morning," Holly mumbled, burying her face in Ropes' shoulder. "Come on, fuck me... It's been, like, two hours since the last time."
But Fyr would remember even as she slumped to the carpet, waking in her own bed and her nightclothes as if everything was fine, just fine, that she'd been there the whole night long. She rounded on Ropes in the morning, slamming her fist down on the breakfast table where he and Holly had the "his and hers" set of coffee mugs out, lips curling back furiously from her teeth in a snarl.
"I want her out!" She growled, addressing her husband as if Holly was not in the room. "I haven't decided what the fuck to do with you yet but she goes! Out now! I don't want you in my fucking sights for a single moment more!"
Holly leaned back, an eyebrow raised. Silly little draggie.
"Oh, honey..." She chuckled throatily, suddenly sounding much older and wiser than her young years. "I'm not going anywhere. Show her, darling."
Darling? But Ropes was hers, only hers! Though that had not been true for many years, Fyr still clung to the notion of marriage as if it would change anything between them, a bond and a tie that meant so much to a mortal and yet so little in comparison to a demon. Love was love to a demon but mortal ties did not matter as Ropes stood slowly, carefully brushing off his jeans as if from invisible specks of dust.
"I didn't want to do this Fyr..."
His eyes glowed and she felt a force pressing down on her, bearing down on her shoulders as if she had suddenly donned a backpack that was far too heavy for her.
"What... Wait..."
Fyr groaned, straining, her paws raised as if to push back against it, though such an unrelenting force could not be swayed so easily. She moaned out loud for very non-sexual reasons, her tail lashing, trying to push down against the tiled floor for leverage, though she may as well have done nothing at all for all the effect she had. She was on her knees before she knew it, the hard press of the tiles up into her middle-aged knees tricky to bear.
Ropes bore down on her, his demonic powers swamping her, demanding attention, demanding that she bow to him. Never before had he exerted his influence over Fyr but the time, finally, had come to do so as she whimpered before him, fighting back with every ounce of her being, though her efforts were, to be fair, valiant. He would have been impressed with her resilience against the face of failure if not for the fact that he, that time, needed her to submit to him. Otherwise, he would not be able to continue to do what he wanted to do with Holly anymore without her pesky nuisances to deal with.
Ropes smirked, cocking his head as a tentacle bopped Fyr on the nose, further demeaning her as her muzzle wrinkled. The dragoness exhaled a rush of breath before his eyes and the cougar laughed mockingly, shaking his head.
"As if you could stand up to this," he growled his paws raised, the air itself shimmering before him as his power coursed through the fabric of matter. "This is demon power, a demon's power... You never had any say in any of this."
Whatever such a moment led to, Ropes was in and committed for the count, even as Holly watched with wide eyes and bated breath. The dragoness that he had loved could do nothing as she growled and inclined her nose to him, bowing before his power.
"Ah... Yes... No... Ahhh!" She shuddered as if pained, expression twisting. "Yes... Yes, as you wish..."
Her chest heaved but Holly chose spending time with her sexy demon over wondering just what it was that had happened to Fyr, leaping into Ropes' lap as the demon chortled a laugh and caught her. Standing, he used his tentacles to leverage her, her skirt flipping up - she'd taken to wearing those a lot more for easy access to his tentacles, groaning as his cock sank home. There was no even any time to wonder just how his cock had sunk into her so swiftly, whether his tentacles had helped shove his jeans down, only triumphant jubilation in finally being able to do whatever the fuck they wanted.
On the floor, Fyr was forced to watch as her husband sank into the skunk-slut again and again, her cries echoing off the walls of the kitchen that she had painted. They did not course around the family photos on the wall but they would forever remain broken in the mental image of them, regardless of what the framed, previously perfect picture may have had a viewer believe.
"Holly is staying," Ropes told her, concluding his force and might over her as she lay panting on the ground, as exhausted as if she had run a race at a flat-out sprint and could not recover without aid. "That is final. Do what you wish."
Of course, that did not mean that Fyr could actually do as she pleased, forced to see her husband drift further and further from her. A stranger in her own home, Fyr drifted from room to room, an iron fist clamping around her jaws whenever she tried to voice her disgust or disapproval or anything else negative over something that the skunk and the cougar were doing. She had no say and her legs quivered to bend the knee to her husband, to drop before him as if she was even more of a slut than how she saw Holly.
