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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Sandor groaned, back in his quarters in the City of Mages. He'd been studying hard at the academy there, though, of course, the problem there was that he was corrupted. That there was a poison running through his veins, flowing deep, strumming up thick and fast.
That was why he had left his new home and the love of his life, the doe-taur, Alyssa. It had hurt him more than he had ever said to her to leave her, knowing that she was there and he was at the academy, though his studies should have well enough distracted him, one way or the other.
It just was not enough, not finding anything at all that could get him any closer to the cure. He groaned, leaning his head down into his hands, fingers running through the thick white fluff that was growing on the back of his head. Alyssa would have said that it was getting too long for him and would have trimmed it if she had been there, though the fox anthro did not know who else he could trust there to take care of him.
He tried to avoid being too close to others, even when he was studying and learning, to avoid the devouring from rising inside him again. He had felt the urges, the pull of it, time after time again, though he knew that he could not let it rule him.
"Unff..."
Sandor grunted, leaning back on the bed, sprawling flat out on it. He was lucky that his quarters were roomy, even though they were not as big as his home back with Alyssa, the one that he had built with her, all by themselves. But they were too large, even then, for just him alone, when he was always looking for the shape of his doe-taur coming around the corner or sitting up against the wall, resting peacefully.
It was with Alyssa in his mind that he reached down to unbuckle the belt at his waist, where it had been tied to keep his trousers in place. Often, mages wore robes, though Sandor changed his dress for comfort as it pleased him, preferring the robes for more formal ceremonies. Some of the fashions in the City of Mages even trended towards tunics, though it felt silly to think about something like that when there were so many other more pressing problems to consider.
Still, he could not be stressed forever and he could not keep searching for a cure when he was that worked up. With the image of Alyssa in his mind, he freed his shaft and balls, stroking the length softly to wake it up again.
"Oh, Alyssa..."
Sandor did not have to worry about anyone hearing him in his room, for it was soundproofed with magic, a trick that most mages learned early on in their lives. He smiled, licking his lips, letting everything slip away.
Yes... That was better... He imagined Alyssa's butt before him, the slit of her sex tucked away within the fluffy, white fur under her tail. Oh, how he wanted that, right there and then, languishing right there in the moment, letting it all happen, spilling out, whimpering and moaning. His hardness throbbed up into his hand as he pumped it slowly, his claws tipping each finger, though he was careful not to ever scrape his sensitive skin with any of his claws.
That was not pleasure, not for him, whimpering softly in the back of his throat, his tongue lolling pinkly from his maw, tracing the outline of his teeth briefly.
