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.
