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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In some ways, the days leading up to the final winter exams were a blur, for Corry had found a method of motivation that greatly stimulated Brittney. Of course, it was sex, bringing her to orgasm when she did well on their quizzes together, when she locked in new material to her mind, cramming as hard as she could for an exam that would let her pass the course.
He fucked her all ways, even fingering her backside, though he teased her that he would have to wait for a special occasion for that, as much as it was already obvious that Brittney wanted it and loved it. Yet Corry couldn't push his teasing too far, considering that she still had to focus on the exams, his cock inside her more often than it was not, even fucking her through tutoring sessions when she was blasting through the material - and remembering it - at a record pace.
Finally, the day of reckoning came and she leapt into his arms with a happy yelp, shoving her phone in his face.
"Look, Corry!"
He grinned: she'd passed with B-, which was miles better than her previous score.
"Hey, that's great - well done!"
She grinned, kissing him passionately, neither caring that they were out in public, others giving them curious looks and whispering behind their hands.
"Do you want to come home with me?" She asked suddenly, as if the question had been one that Brittney had been mulling over for quite some time. "I want you to meet my mom... Over Spring Break! What do you think?"
Of course, he said yes, that he would be honoured to stay with her. His parents were a little disappointed that they wouldn't see him, but that was not to be worried about, not when he could go home to see them anytime. They knew that he wanted to live his own life out there at college and he was, ultimately, an adult who could make his own choices. That they told him to stay as long as he liked, however, warmed him through, looking forward to seeing them as soon as he could.
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Regardless of having spent so much time with Brittney, Corry was still nervous, jittery, when he arrived home to meet Brittney's mother. Nothing had been said of her father and Corry felt that that wasn't the sort of thing that he should pry into, not unless Brittney wanted to bring it up for herself. He reminded himself, however, that he had lasted so much longer already than all the other wimps of guys that had tried to get with Brittney and then given up after the first date, even if he still could not see what the big deal was. Maybe they had thought she really was a slut, though Corry could not imagine ever using that word with her. But just because someone was sex-positive did not mean that it would ever be right to shun anyone!
Rumours would be had, however, and opinions made, one way or another. He had to build himself up to ring the doorbell, but he found the stomach anyway, Brittney with her arms around him, the chime of the bell echoing through the house sounding terribly loud. It was now or never as footsteps echoed on the other side of the door and his heart pounded, not knowing whether things would go right or wrong that day.
The door swung open, revealing a panda who was a little taller than Brittney, but only by an inch perhaps, though he barely had time to gather his thoughts. Corry straightened his back and took a deep breath, stumbling over his words as he tried to force them out. He didn't have to, he knew that, but it was hard when he wanted to do so well, to make Brittney proud of him, and just to show him how serious he was about meeting her mother.
"Dobryy den'," he said, his Russian slow and halting, trying to make the best impression that he could. "Um... Spasibo za priglasheniye?"
What he tried to say was: "good afternoon, thank you for inviting me." It must have been good enough, despite his bad pronunciation and the surety that he had definitely, most certainly, gotten a word wrong, especially as Rebecca's face, that was Brittney's mother, burst into a wide smile.
"Oh! How good you are - da! Da! Corry, da! Brittney, my child!"
Corry gulped, trying not to take in too much of the panda at once, though there was rather a lot of her to take in. Standing on the doorstep of a suburban home with a front garden, he held out his hand to shake the paw of her mother, who was an older, still curvy image of Brittney, though her hair was much longer, pulled back into a long, hanging ponytail that almost touched her tail. It was impossible to miss as it flicked back and forth and he wondered, briefly, if Brittney would ever wear her hair that long.
"Come in, come in," she'd said, bustling both inside. "Oh, Brittney, so lovely to see you, da, Corry, make yourself home, da, come in, come in."
Her accent was stronger than Brittney's and her manner of speaking came with a stronger Russian lilt, though it was clear that Rebecca, Brittney's mother, had spent a lot of time in Russia before moving, though that was a story that Corry was yet to hear from either of them. Rebecca hugged her daughter tightly, Brittney's embrace just as enveloping, though he, in a way, wished that he could have that kind of warm relationship with his parents. They weren't bad parents, not in any way, but he would have liked to be closer to them too.
"Come!" Rebecca led them both into the kitchen, though she paused to open her arms for him before the small breakfast table. "Brittney has told me so much about you, Corry... Come! I know you already! You may as well be family!"
The invite of a hug was not one that Corry could turn down and, holding his breath and trying to murmur something polite (he'd reached the limit of his Russian, however), he stepped into Rebecca's welcoming embrace.
