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.
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The corgi sprawled on the riverbank, blinking up sleepily at the light filtering through the deciduous trees, which stretched out their arms overhead. She liked to imagine that they were working out knots from their trunks, branches straining for a twig of relief from the scorching, blisteringly hot weather. Dressed as comfortably as she could be in pink shorts and a strappy top in a shade of baby blue, the curvaceous Kat could not have been more relaxed if she had tried. She yawned and rolled over on to her belly, nuzzling beneath her forearms as pleasant soreness ached through her arms and shoulders, an unfamiliar sensation but one that spoke of joy and, to be frank, unexpected physical exertion. The rope swing over the river had been a rare treat and Kat delighted in tucking her legs up closer to her body and letting herself sail over the sparkling water with a canine yelp of glee. If she got a high enough swing on the rope, it almost felt like she was flying.
And she could have been flying, if only she dreamed hard enough.
Bare hind paws crept closer to her, moving slowly over the grass as if their owner did not want to alert her to their presence. He was far from subtle. Ignoring their approach, the corgi exhaled a happy sigh, the tip of her tail wagging faintly.
"You look like you're about to fall asleep."
The corgi's eyes flickered open, peering through a maze of stems of grass and the fluffy fur underneath her arms, the orange and cream fluff that coated her body really too thick for this kind of weather. Summer was both a blessing and a bind, even after shedding. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair fell over her shoulders, clinging to fur clumped together with sweat, and she groaned under her breath, wriggling as she adjusted her position.
"Then why don't you let me?" Kat grumbled, her little corgi tail flicking back and forth through the gap in her shorts, button fastened over the top. "It's not late yet, we don't need to be going. So let sleeping dogs lie, won't you?"
The bobcat, her life partner, rolled his eyes and dropped to his knees on the tartan blanket beside the blue and white box storing their lunch of the day, or at least everything that needed to be kept at some level of coolness. A handy thing, it had a freezer compartment built into the bottom so that ice could be carried with less risk of melting, though neither of them could attest to its effectiveness as yet.
"Are the ice cubes still frozen?"
David rummaged through the cool-box, digging right to the bottom in an attempt to search out the elusive cubes. Mumbling something incoherent, Kat buried her muzzle further beneath her arms, the spotted warmth of sun and shade sending her drifting into a dozy state of half-wakefulness. It would be so nice to just lie in the sun all afternoon with no one else in the world to bother them. And they could. She smiled. They'd hiked for two hours just to reach this spot in the hills, eventually settling down on the riverbank to set up their picnic and afternoon of lazing. In the bustle of everyday life, it was too easy to miss time with one another and, well, Kat was all for forgetting the rest of the world, if but for a time.
And more time spent with her lover could only ever be a good thing.
Or so the corgi thought as he tested her patience on a near daily basis. Drifting on the edge of napping, Kat did not hear David slink closer, clothes rustling over grass as he tried and failed to be as stealthy as a panther stalking its prey. There was silence for a moment, only the birds singing as they flitted through the trees above and the burble of the river to be heard. Kat yawned.
And then a paw landed on her rump and squeezed, fingers digging lightly, not unpleasantly, into flesh and muscle. The corgi's eyes widened and she yanked her head out from under her arms, eyes flashing as the cat backtracked swiftly, too swiftly, dapples cast across his smirking muzzle.
"David!" She snapped, riled by the cheeky grin plastered over the brown-grey cat's face. "What the hell? I'm trying to sleep here, damn you!"
"What?" He affected an innocent look, eyes wide and falsely innocent with long, long lashes. "I thought you liked being groped. How as I to know?"
The corgi squirmed.
"I do..." She grouched, hunching her shoulders and sliding her gaze away. "Just not in public, out in the open. Anyone could have seen. You should be a damn side more careful, David, honestly."
David spread his arms wide and spun in a full circle, head tilted up to the canopy of leaves as the breeze washed over his muzzle.
"Who? There's no one out here but us. And anyone that would be coming, whether we thought they'd come or not, we'd see a mile away."
He grinned.
"Trust me, we're fine. More than fine."
"If you say so." Kat rested her chin on her arms. "I just don't like the thought of someone catching us out her. If we're sitting on the riverbank, who cares, everyone does that, that's normal. Groping and acting like a love struck couple making kissy face at each other?" She shuddered. "No, no. Not me. No, thank you."
The bobcat pondered, the pointed black tips of his ears twitching.
"And what if we weren't caught?"
She furrowed her brow but did not look up, eyes half-lidded as she again peered through the forest of grass stems, wondering what miniature worlds existed where her gaze did not stretch.
"Not caught? Of course I don't want to be caught kissing and all that. We're not cubs anymore. We're grown ups now. We should behave like them. We can enjoy a nice picnic too. And we don't have enough time like this..."
She trailed off, her thoughts wandering. It was hard to be an adult when so many pleasures, deemed immature, called so sweetly. At work, all the women - co-workers and friends - seemed to be getting on with such adult lives that, in all truth and honesty, Kat was beginning to feel rather left behind. She wasn't sixteen or even eighteen anymore. Things had to change at some point, though she couldn't fathom why. It only felt like the next natural step and one that she resisted with a stubborn curl to her lip, a pup's sullen sulk in private.
Tapping two fingers against his jaw, the bobcat pondered, pacing up to the prostate canine so that he stood with his bare hind paws on either side of her trainer-clad ones, the undersides scuffed with a fine layer of dirt. He scratched down the front of his neck, purring in feline contentment - what cat did not like to be scratched there? - and sprung into motion, body fluid in surprise.
Dropping straight down, he broke his fall with the palms of his paws, smacking them into the soft earth on either side of the corgi's head with a resounding thud that trembled lightly through the ground itself. She yelped and flinched away, expecting him to land on top of her, but he caught himself just in time to drop his weight on to her back in a more controlled fashion, the force of impact thrumming up his arms. David's whiskers twitched as his Cheshire cat smile grew wider and wider.
"Jesus Christ..." Kat flattened herself to the ground as if to give herself more space in which to breathe. "Warn a girl, would ya?!"
The feline's only response was to purr loudly in her ear, eyes closed as he rubbed his face into her cheek, marking her with his scent. Kat swallowed and bit back a moan, the feline's crotch angling to rub wickedly over her rump. What was the damn cat up to this time?"
"Oh, Kat, you say that we can't have fun anymore, we can't get caught like kids," he said. "But even grown ups have to have some fun, hon," he purred, nuzzling into the back of her neck. "A very special kind of fun for pups and kitties."
"Kitties?" She giggled, despite his continued grinding, something hardening against her backside that she could not turn her head to acknowledge. "I haven't heard you call yourself that in years."
Arching his back, David ground his cock into her rump through the frail material of their jeans and shorts respectively, fabric suddenly a futile barrier to lust. Biting the inside of her lower lip, Kat huffed and moaned, her voice rising even as her eyes snapped open to check fervently that there was no one watching them - just in case!
They shouldn't... The corgi wriggled beneath her lover, dipping her nose with sweet submissiveness to her arms as she found herself instinctively pushing back to him. There were too many 'what ifs' - Kat shook her head and whined, wanting him and simultaneously wishing they were somewhere more private. She had never quite been one for overtly public displays and sex in the open was about as public as it got in her head! Breath catching in her throat, she coughed to voice a protest that was only halted in its tracks by David's hips rocking into her, mimicking a deep thrust into her depths. The words died in her throat. They shouldn't.
But they should.
David rolled her over on to her back, keeping the corgi between his legs as he moved her easily, eyes crinkling in at the corners as she panted heavily.
"Come on, puppy." He nipped her throat playfully. "Get that shirt off."
