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 characters in all of my stories are over eighteen and legal adults in all sexual situations.
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"Wow, what a great meal!"
Along with Hiss, his father and his mother, Holly tried not to look as if the weight of her stomach was dragging her back as they left the restaurant. Dressed for a meal out in her smartest yet still casual clothes, Hiss had barely taken his eyes off her the whole meal, his tail lashing back and forth under the table.
The skunk shivered. It was good to be wanted. But the lingering sensation of penetration, the absence of it, was slow to fade after she had had her fun with his very own father only a little earlier in the day. Although it didn't seem like all that long ago at all, her fur was fresh again after a shower back at home and Hiss had said goodbye to everyone at the final ceremony of their schooling years that he had wanted to, the end of the year upon them and the rest of their adult lives stretching out before them. It was a strange precipice to be standing on but one that she could only lean hungrily into, tipping and rocking back and forth on her toes as if she was physically and not only mentally (maybe emotionally too) there.
Yet it was not only her boyfriend's eyes on her that the skunk knew were there, sometimes a little surprised that Ropes' wife didn't notice that his attention drifted so much. It was rarely at all where it was supposed to be and Holly was one of many causes of that, namely with her paw resting on his thigh under the table at dinner. Her lips quirked into a smile in the back of the car, street lights flashing over her muzzle as she laid her head on Hiss' shoulder. How Ropes had remained calm and in control when she'd had her paw squeezing his cock for most of the night really was beyond her.
She'd never felt him so hard before...
"So, you two are heading out?"
Holly jerked to attention, slipping from her daydreams with a deal more difficult than she dipped into them. It was a good thing that Hiss was already answering for her, for the night was still young even if the twilight hours seemed to close in earlier than they would have liked with a deal of cloud cover to block out both the sunset and the stars.
"Yes, down by the sports fields -- there's a party on."
Well, that was to be expected for the grand farewell, though there was a part of Holly that could not help but feel disappointed that she was not going to be able to spend even more time with Ropes that evening. They'd surely go back to Hiss' house after they'd had their fil of revelry, certainly, but those were precious hours to be had when she could have been enjoying one of her holes being filled, orgasm washing through her in wave after wave.
Even the thought of it set her fur tingling, goose pimples prickling to life even though she was not cold in the slightest. The two cougars were as different as they were alike and yet the feel of each of them inside her was so unique that she could barely believe, sometimes, that they were father and son. Where one had experience at his paws, the other had love and kindness, though there was still a coarse roughness to Hiss that excited her. He cared about her but he also wasn't afraid to give her what she wanted as she explored her sexuality, learning more and more about her own body as she fucked both him and his father.
But the party beckoned and, along with it, the idea of leaving everything behind, if only for a little while. There was a sense of escapism yet to be had in cavorting around the blazing bonfire that had been set, a keg brought out and plastic, red and white party cups filled with slopping over booze. The lines of trees at the edge of the sports field offered them some privacy but there were quieter areas still for lovers to dip off into, around the back of the bike shed and the pool building on the other side, the sports complex quiet at night bar for their revelry.
There were some of her friends there but they didn't seem to be as connected as they used to be, something that Holly supposed was something that happened as one grew up. She had years left to grow (the rest of her life, she hoped) and it simply felt right to be there, as she was, laughing in Hiss' arms as they danced, the giant speakers pulsing a beat all over the field. There was nowhere to escape from it, not even as he swung her around behind the trees, clad in the seclusion of other couples getting up to exactly the same things.
The taste of cheap beer lingered in the back of her mouth but the skunk was far from drunk as Hiss let his two tentacles out from under his shirt, wrapping them around her. He was not as dextrous as his father -- she could not help but compare the two of them -- but he could still wriggle them under her own slinky top, curling them around her breasts and kneading them very softly. It was harder for Hiss to get under her bra straps but that didn't stop the adventurous young cougar from trying, a low yowl breaking from his lips.
"Shush," she breathed, though every nerve-ending in her body was alight with desire. "You've got to be quiet..."
Yet being quiet was not in the nature of a cougar who was yet to learn the pleasures of keeping his lust a little more under wraps, hissing and tucking his chin down against her shoulder as his ears slipped back. Pressing her paw up against the hardness of his cock through his jeans, Holly could not resist a moan herself, the lure of doing it right there, practically out in the open, more alluring than she cared to admit.
Just like that, she was taken back in her mind to the night in the cornfield, the golden maize waving back and forth over their heads as they shared food and drink as if they were on a date. She still remembered how his cock had felt pushing into her that night and how good it had been to grind onto his tentacles too, everything coming to a delicious high that had had her walking funny, most certainly, the next day.