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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Nomax shifted his weight, Tabby sitting before him, though she was only drinking a soft drink, something fizzy and sweet. He knew what it was as she'd let him try a bit and some part of the canine anthro had wondered just how it would have tasted if coming from her lips. But that thought had made him feel all hot and bothered under his fur, when he was not sure that he should have been thinking about the woman before him in that way.
"You okay, Nomax?"
She smiled and his heart turned over again. It was so easy to get lost in her brown eyes, spots of hazel deep inside, though he could see them more clearly when she was wearing contact lenses rather than her glasses. Her dark brown hair could have been black in the right light, hanging down to her shoulders and sharply cut, contrasting the softness of her facial features and the laughter lines around her eyes. If there was one thing that came easily to Tabby, it was her smile.
Around them, grabbing a quick bite to eat after the Dealer's Den had closed, the convention was in full swing, other people in full fursuit thrumming around, moving amongst one another like the flow of a river that understood the course that it was to take. Many knew one another and the rest were open to conversation as it found them - mostly. Furries from all walks of life came to conventions like that, but that the African Wild Dog in their midst was not eating while everyone else at the table was sating themselves was not seen as a strange thing.
He sweated nervously, the pads on his paws moister than he would have liked, squirming in place, trying not to sit on his tail. That he was a furry at a furry convention... That was not strange. That he was an actual furry, one that was a real African Wild Dog at a furry convention? Now, that was the strange part. Yet Nomax could only say that he'd found the community so welcoming and accepting online, when he had simply been an entity behind a computer screen, that to not progress to the next natural step, finding out what more was out there for fun and friendship, would have been more confusing still for him.
At least others there thought that he was merely wearing a fursuit, though he never quite knew what to say about the comments that it was such a realistic one. A bashful smile and a shrug and, well, he did his best to avoid talking too much in public, though that was difficult enough when all he wanted was to be involved in every invent, to watch every panel. He didn't even take his lanyard off, complete with all his favourite self-designed and commissioned tags, when he crashed into bed, saddened by the fact that it was nearing the last night of the con.
Tabby and her friends, who she had introduced him to, had all gotten on like a house on fire, though Nomax didn't quite think that that saying worked as well as they thought. It was good though to be around light-hearted people, even if they didn't know that he was really an anthro, the kind of people that made him feel like the convention was even more of an escape from reality than it already was.
"We're having a little get-together tonight, a mini room party."
Sarah caught his attention, cheeks dimpling as she smiled.
"Do you want to come?" She chuckled, rubbing the side of her face and removing a touch of concealer. "Are you going to be in fursuit? I bet we can get some great pics of you if we go out for a late walk!"
He could only nod, for it was hard to make it sound as if his voice was coming out of the mouth of a suit and not his own, for his lips moved far more than even the most realistic suits out there on the market. But he could mimic a suit and part his jaws in a smile, letting them all know, at the very least, that he was game for something quieter. Besides, it would be nice to take things down a level, for even helping Tabby out in the Dealer's Den had been tricky to do with a layer of fur covering him, though he had drawn more people to her table. That could only be a good thing, the canine dipping into the shower and finding food for himself, in his room, of course, before the hour got too late.
Still, he could not stop the squirming feeling in the pit of his stomach as he paused before the door, voices rising inside. It was a suite, something that a couple of them, including Tabby, had pooled together to afford, though it did allow them more room to store fursuits and the like. Nomax smiled at the memory of fursuiting last night with her, Tabby in her cute silver tabby cat costume (hence her chosen name), how the lights had glanced off the lake. She'd been adorable even then, but the dog could not have said quite why he'd fallen for her.
A crush? Well, he'd had those before. Even someone like him could not lean too far away from the warmth spreading through his body, lifting him up and making things noticeably brighter merely when he was around her.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked - and then the party was in full swing. They welcomed him in, grabbing his arms and paws lightly, though everyone was so gentle with him as they thought he was still in suit. No one wanted to damage what they thought was an exceptionally high-quality suit, though he was more than happy to share hugs and more, dressed just as they were in jeans and a T-shirt (furry branded, of course) and a grey hoodie that he'd lent to Tabby the other night. It still smelled a little bit like her, the fruity spice of the perfume that she dabbed at her neck.
"Are you ever going to tell us where you got this suit?" A guy that he didn't know, though had seen in passing, said, rocking back on his heels to admire Nomax, though the dog had to fight not to squirm uncomfortably. "It's amazing... I don't even know how they did all the detail in the fur!"
Blushing discreetly, Nomax waved him off, eyes roaming over the people remaining there. The suite was a good size, but a handful of people filled it nicely with comfortable activity, music playing from a furry band, everything relaxed and easy-going: exactly the vibe that he wanted there.
He didn't want to think that Tabby was sitting so close to him for any particular reason, but it was impossible not to notice how close she was, her arm brushing up against his every time she reached for a drink. That time, she had an alcoholic beverage, something fruity and light that slipped down her throat easily, not being one for harder liquor. He might have gone for mixed drinks himself, though everyone said that he had to let them know if he had too much or if he didn't want alcohol, even though it was Tabby who fed the straw into his maw. It was surprising to be assisted to drink but even she still thought he had a fursuit...or so he thought.
The alcohol eased the edges of inhibitions and allowed courage to surface when it may not have otherwise been present, conversation flowing so easily between them all that Nomax forgot that he tried to limit talking. It was simply too easy to laugh with Tabby, her shoulder bumping into his, his tail even lifting and wagging, freed from its position between his body and the back of the sofa where they were seated.
"Hey..."
