Testing Dominance

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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Alyssa pushed down the shiver of nerves that threatened to send anxious tendrils around her heart, though she should not have been too worried. After all, it was something that she had done before.

The deer-taur rose more dominantly than before, the clasp of the bodice, which should only ever have been worn as an item of lingerie, around her chest giving her confidence in its tight sense of stability. That was helpful, quite helpful, pressing in and holding her bust in place, the red and the gold richer than she honestly felt that she had any right to wear.

And yet she did...for things between Sandor and her did not have to remain on the same level or scale forever. Times had changed and the deer-taur smiled tightly, her eyes betraying the true heat of her emotion, ears pricked through the tightly braided weave of her brown hair.

"I see you can behave then..."

It felt wrong, in a way, to say those words when her partner, Sandor the white fox, was down on the bedroom floor before her, the doe-taur picking up her cloven hooves daintily high as she did her best stalk around him. It was different that time, taking control in an agreed way, for that time when she had been forced to shapeshift into a creature and take him... Well, suffice to say, it was something that had worked out for the two of them, yet had still managed to throw them.

And now it was time to see if a little reversing of their preferred roles was something that they would like to continue enjoying together. The expensive attire, though she wore nothing else on her taur body, gave her confidence -- but what did so even more for Alyssa was the quiver in her fox's cock, the pink length hard and ready for her, aching with need.

"I try to behave," he said quietly, though the vulpine's voice was huskier than normal. "For you, Alyssa."

Perhaps "mistress" would have been too far, she thought, as it would have been too much of a reminder of when she had lived in Sandor's household. But times had changed and the bedroom was one that she had had just as much of a part in designing and putting together as him -- perhaps more, to be fair.

Alyssa smiled, standing over him, taking a position of control. Even though she did not want to always be in control, taking a more dominant lead, it could not help but feel right in that moment. And that was all that it had to do.

"Sandor."

She tipped his chin up, forcing him to face her. Without thinking, the fox gulped, white fur quivering and bristling, though his hackles did not raise. His cock throbbed as she locked eyes with him, finding no love there, no sweetness, no romance. Her eyes were hard, slightly narrowed, penetrating as if they saw something in him that Sandor wanted to question, feeling too exposed and squirming where he knelt. Of course, there was care for him too -- but in a different way, in a dominant way.

And he loved it more than he could have expected.

"Yes..." He breathed, tail lifting, very faintly wagging back and forth. "Ma'am, what would you have me do?"

Even then, he surprised himself by slipping into a more formal way of speaking, as if he wanted to give Alyssa more respect, but the doe-taur made it easy for him to stay out of his own head. Turning her back to him and releasing his chin from her surprisingly tight grasp, her tail flicked up, demonstrating quite clearly where her need lay.

"Please me," she growled, stomping a hoof. "Or I shan't let you cum tonight! Or maybe not for the rest of the week..."

That was not the sort of thing that they would usually engage in, to be fair, though the fox could not help at all how he quivered and moaned, how his cock throbbed at the threat. To dominate him, even lightly, Alyssa did not have to grab him and be rough, oh no: it was not as if any of that would have worked with his ability to use magic, of course. No, she had to be more insidious in her normal form and shape, without magical intervention, to use words and power to "force" him into line.

Yet the fox was already there, lapping into her pussy as his tongue tickled her fur and delved into her hot sweetness, tongue lashing deep, seeking to please her. Her clit throbbed against his tongue, at the entrance to her pussy, and he moaned obviously as he dragged his tongue back and over it, stimulating his partner. His dominant partner.

In a way, it was good to not have to think anymore, but one more thing that the fox had not been expecting was for Alyssa to grab his head and drag him in against her, shoving his thighs further apart with her back hooves.

"Deeper," she hissed through her teeth, in a voice that really didn't sound like the doe-taur that he knew, intoxicating and insidious in the best of ways. "Harder. I want more!"

In time, Alyssa would learn to even better articulate what she needed from him, though her body played out that tale better for her than any words could. She grunted, letting go of emotion, to raw need and sensation, in a way that, quite honestly, she had never done before. She just wanted pleasure, to toss romance out the window and act as if she was the lady of the house, the mistress of the house, the one that controlled everything.

Still, the doe-taur could not stop herself from gasping as his tongue flicked up inside her, seeking out such sweet spots, though it was more submissive from him too for the fox to only use his tongue and muzzle. Her sense of smell was hardly as refined as hers, but she felt the smear of her arousal painting his muzzle, the soft fur around his nose, grinding back more forcibly still as she dragged the fox's head in against her sex.

And, once she had begun, the doe-taur found that she had no reason to stop, grinding onto his nose to get even more stimulation, just like the fox would if he was face-fucking her, as crude a term as that was. Yet it was the kind of term that, for something like that, suited the moment, hot and heady, her head falling back as something tightened inside her.

That orgasm would not be enough, not even as his tongue lapped and curled sensually up and over her G-spot, bringing her to a shriek of lust, a cry ripped ragged from her throat. Yet it filled her with a sense of exhilaration, drunk on what little control she had snatched up for her own already, though greedy for more. Pulsing waves of ecstasy rolled through her as her pussy teased and pulled in contractions, however erratic they were, around his tongue, showing the fox what he could have had if he was the dominant one. And yet he was not, not that time, not as he panted and ran his tongue over her folds, again and again, drawing out the last tremors of pleasure from her.

Alyssa, however, was not done, rounding on him with a smirk on her lips.

"Get on the bed!"

The words were snapped only through her desperation, panting with need, even though she was the one in control and had only just gotten off. Yet the heat inside her needed an outlet and she spun him by the arm even as he scrambled to obey, the two of them lost in the moment, trapped with one another's mental and sexual ties.

She shoved him onto his back on the bed and scrambled up to join him, though a more graceful leap onto the mattress and sheets begot the doe-taur. Without asking permission, she took what she needed, turning around so that her back faced him and he got a nice, full view of her rump, as she sank onto his cock, hocks flexing to bear her weight.

Their moans filled the air as she humped and ground down onto him.

"Don't finish until I do," she hissed, though Alyssa was only partly sure that Sandor would be able to obey that command. "Don't."

Any threat behind her words would surely have been idle, but the fox's skin prickled with inner heat, burning up from the inside out. Oh, it was new, so different, forcing him already to have to hold back, feeling as if he was a lot closer to the edge of orgasm than he actually was. It was strange to have to stop himself from cumming too quickly, especially when Alyssa was being so rough with him, grinding down forcibly onto his cock in a way that reminded the fox more of when he took her roughly from behind, slamming into her. Her soft fur muffled the slap of her back end against his crotch and upper thighs, but he still felt the slamming pressure of her, how her muscles contracted, taking what she pleased with less and less consideration for him.

He tried to thrust up into her, but the fox found himself pinned in place, Alyssa using the bounce of the mattress and her hips to rock and grind onto him, though she was hardly lost in it. Her braid kept her hair tightly in place and the fox's eyes hungrily dropped to the muscled yet soft round of her hindquarters, the little tail perking up, though it was not his to take that time. It flooded him with heat as he nipped and gnawed at the inside of his cheek, straining to hold back his orgasm as her velvety, hot walls wrapped around his cock, even though there was a cheeky part of Sandor that wondered just what would happy if he didn't hold back too.

Maybe that was a limit and a tease to push another night, however. That night was just for fun, just to see what they liked. And Sandor liked it very much, being dominated by the doe-taur and finding himself surprisingly eager to please her, the scent and sweetness of her lingering on his lips and tongue. He moaned, lapping his long, pink tongue along the side of his muzzle to capture even the barest taste of her from his fur, inhaling her scent repeatedly as his cock twitched and throbbed within her heat.

He didn't have to hold back for long, clinging to her, unable to stop himself from holding onto her rump, though the fox helped guide her grinding onto him, taking him forcibly. He twisted his head back and forth, straining to contain the building tension inside -- yet it was the doe-taur that climaxed first, able to better press his dick up inside her, finding the sweet spot that he had always had to angle his hips to hit. However, with the doe-taur in charge, Alyssa had been able to take him exactly as she wanted to, using him while still being his partner.

Her cries filled the bedroom, though it was the rippling pull of her cunny that brought him off along with her, barking out a cry that was, very nearly, a sob of relief. Sandor had not thought that he could have held off for much longer at all -- and, despite everything, he didn't want to disappoint Alyssa, not now that she had found something new that they could play with together.

The pull of her hot pussy massaging his cock had him spurting, filling her with his cream, though Alyssa did not keep humping, merely sitting down on his cock to get her pussy filled to the brim, shivering in place. Her head fell back, more beautiful than any other time he had seen her, the fox spellbound, even as she milked his cock of every drop of cum that he had in him, draining his balls.

Afterwards, cuddling on the bed after he had helped loosen her bodice so that she was more comfortable, the fox's head swam, soft in the languid afterglow, his cock soft against his thigh. Alyssa was back, his sweet doe-taur, though she had found a new fire in her that night, kissing his neck sleepily as she murmured to him.

The fox smiled. He liked that. He liked that rather a lot, in fact, even if he would not have given up taking the top role too, not all the time.

It was something, most certainly, that they would have to try again.