Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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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Antonio sniffed the air, his home to his back, exploring the forest with a slow, easy step. His red fur glowed in the early morning light, dew clinging to the grass, his long, lope-like stride covering the ground easily even though he did not feel as if he was expending all that much energy in the act of walking.
Where was he going? Well, nowhere, in fact. He'd only just moved into a chicken farm that had belonged to his grandfather near the woods, though there was a certain kind of irony in that. After renovating the place that he'd inherited, the mornings were less of a rush with his workers on-site to do the work for him, a little nest egg in the bank allowing him to relax some. It was good though to be back where he'd grown up with his extended family, moving out with parents when he was around thirteen - he couldn't quite remember. But he remembered having his entire family all in one spot, enjoying the closeness. Without them, the farm felt emptier than he remembered.
Maybe not for long.
Again, he sniffed the air, head turning from side to side with a strand of brown hair tickling his ear where it had moved out of place, eyes half-closed. Ah, yes, that scent... That was a scent that overpowered even the smell of chickens. The forest contained a lake, though it stretched back for many, many more miles than he could walk in a day, yet his ears pricked and turned back and forth, offering him more insight than his eyes.
Antonio's eyes gleamed, teeth showing in a smirking smile that promised trouble. Dawn could be for things other than merely walks, after all...
The splashing drew him to the lake and he peered around a tree trunk, a white rabbit doe swimming there, nude. That in itself was not unusual for furries, her long, white-blonde hair streaming behind her in the water.
She was beautiful. His eyes gleamed, licking his lips. But that was not just why he was interested in her.
Fortunately for him, she seemed at the end of her swimming session, freestyling her way to the bank and hauling herself out. She was smaller than him but plumper and curvier, her breasts nicely full as he stifled a growl. He didn't want to catch her off-guard, but what he had in mind, his toes curling with feral delight, would have to wait.
For what he had in mind could not be undertaken in the glow of dawn while she disappeared up into her home of a house built into a tree overhanging the lake. Thus, the fox would wait, biding his time, until the evening twilight pulled him to her once more.
"You will be mine."
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When dark fell, he stole back through the forest, wearing only a pair of trousers. The less cloth he had to rustle and make noise the better for him, stealing quietly through the undergrowth until he stood below her abode. She would not know that he was coming, the little white rabbit with blonde hair, her soft eyes something that he would soon see screwed up in fear, squealing and screaming.
Antonio licked his lips. Soon.
A set of steps had been cut into the bark trunk of the tree to allow one to ascend to the abode and he eased up with nary a creak, dropping into the living area. It was small and quaint, what one could have expected from a bunny doe, the fox drooling as he hunted her, so close to his prey that he could not even control his salivation.
He could hear her, humming a tune to herself. Antonio stiffened. The bedroom. Of course... And how convenient for what he wanted to do to the sweet little snack of a bunny...
She knew nothing but a russet hand clamped over her mouth as she screamed, dragging her back off the little bench beside her dressing table and hurling her to the bed. Fur flew and she tried to cry out but his arm pinned her down, clamped across her shoulder and throat, holding her right where he needed her to be. Teeth flashed in a predator's laugh and she fought back, beating at him with fists and feet, though Antonio had already been wise enough to get in beside her legs, ensuring that she could not wrench them back enough to deliver even a light kick to his gut or legs.
"Lights out for you, bunny-bun," he laughed, opening his maw wide to show off his teeth, the pink flutter of his tongue between the lines of them on the bottom jaw. "I'm going to eat you all up... You'll never escape me!"
Perhaps he thought himself a more comedic villain as she scrambled away, clawing at the bedsheets, ripping them up, howling and crying, sobbing as her ears pinned back.
"N-no, no," she howled. "Don't eat me! I've got - family! I've got to be here for them!"
But that was not something Antonio cared one bit about as he dragged her back from the edge of the bed by her ankles, pressing his thumbs into the soles of her feet, which jerked and pulled in his grasp.
"Nuh-uh-uh, just where do you think you're going little bunny?"
She wasn't going anywhere, not even as they rolled and toppled off the bed with a bodily "thunk" and a crash that shook the floor. He took his liberties with her, pressing her feet to his face as he twisted around, letting her lie on her front, sobbing, while he sat on her lower back and buttocks, her nightdress torn and ripped and revealing much of her body already. But such a position allowed him to better tease and abuse her feet, taking a deep breath of them, how soft and clean they were, the fluff of them very light and sensual in how it brushed his muzzle. She screamed at the brush of his sharp teeth on the balls of her feet, jerking away as he nipped and nibbled, tasting her while he taunted her with the inadequacy of her ability to escape a raw and ready predator.
"Mmm, you're so lucky," he crooned, though there was nothing kind in his voice as he licked her feet. "To be teased by a fox... But I'm still going to eat you."
She sobbed and whimpered, twisting in his grip, but he held her legs up so tightly that she could not kick, his tongue pushing between her toes, sucking them into his maw. His lips closed on them and she jerked her feet about, stomach convulsing, though it seemed like the wrong time entirely to allow laughter to overcome her. No, no, no... That was wrong, very wrong, but his tongue playing over the arch and then down under the sole of her left foot, sweeping up and over the ball, had her twisting and pulling all over again. Broken, sobbing laughter burst from her lips but Antonio was hardly dissuaded as he lapped at them again and again.
He tickled her soles with the tips of his claws, letting her flinch and twitch and jerk, though it was hard not to swap such a tease out for his lips and tongue, sucking on her toes, flicking the heel of the opposite foot just to get as much of his fun in as he could. Not that the bunny was going anywhere, of course, but Antonio was a greedy vulpine indeed. He tightened his grip further as muscles bunched and threatened to kick but he had her firmly, nuzzling into her soles and even swiping his tongue over her heel up to an ankle, his sharp teeth more gently digging in, biting softly.
