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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Three Little Words
He'd said it, of course, not all that long after they'd become an 'item', although it had not been public knowledge that the coyote and the German Shepherd were together at that point. Danica, Dora's sister, did well enough at keeping things under wraps. She knew, after all, just what her sister was like and it wasn't something that she wanted out in the open. They were the Shepsisters still, regardless of their love lives, and needed to protect themselves the best they could, as well as they could. However, sometimes that meant protecting one's heart just a little too much in fear of having old wounds ripped open once again. And vulnerability wasn't something that Dora did all that well at the best of times.
Still, it hadn't stopped the course of their relationship, those elusive three words. She and Yote were engaged and happily so, even if their relationship wasn't the most traditional of them. Dora knew him inside out, even if he sometimes marvelled at how she knew his own mind better than he knew himself, and he liked to think that he knew her better than anyone else, the canine revealing new layers of herself the longer they were together. And, if he was truthful, that was one of the things that he loved the most about her, that sense of always learning something new.
One thing was for sure: their relationship would never be boring.
But they had to do the normal things too, the couple things and the relationship things that no one else but them could experience in the same way. It was a very individual thing, a personal thing, and yet something that was to be shared or else it was meaningless as to what it truly was. The getaway to the cabin in the mountains was one of those things that couples did but, well, Dora wasn't usually all that keen on. Her holidays had usually consisted of adrenaline boosting adventures -- not that the course of her work wasn't exciting enough as it was -- while D.C. Yote was the one to introduce her to a quieter, softer way of experience time off 'duty'.
The snow fell softly, the lights of the cabin glowing through the windows, curtains open so that they could watch the snowfall. Coniferous trees that never lost their needles lined the slopes, hardy and rugged, although the snow would soon coat them completely, weighing the boughs down as the storms of the winter season worsened. Sure, skiers and snowboarders who were truly devoted to their sport would brave the weather and risk getting stranded at resorts all in the name of that elusive thrill but Yote and Dora would be long gone back home to celebrate the rest of the holidays by the time that the bad weather closed in.
For the moment, they were content to watch the snowfall, the mountain town below them in a sprinkling of lights, so small that it could have been a toy set out beneath a child's paw in a nursery. Bleary-eyed on the sofa, Dora snuggled in closer and exhaled a contented sigh, a strange and foreign sensation in her chest. Relaxation was something usually only gleaned in the realm of sleep for her but, despite his penchant for being captured by a certain lovely pair of sisters, she knew in her heart of heart's that Yote would protect her. For once, she didn't need to be on guard all the time, relaxing into his warm arms and embrace as everything she had ever needed slotted into place.
Warmth. Happiness. Peace. The past didn't matter when there were so many more adventures to come, a wind licking at the window panes that would not reach them inside. Safety. Yes, that was it... Dora tucked her nose down into the fluff of his chest, the two of them naked but for their fur beneath the thick warmth of the woollen blanket for that added sense of closeness. It was safety that she'd wanted all along, first and foremost, yet that was something that she had never once been able to take for her own despite her best efforts.
Maybe that was just one of the many, many reasons that she needed Yote. And what a funny story that had been about him coming into her life... The Shepsister rumbled a giggle, lips barely twitching and she nuzzled in closer still to him, even though it seemed like she couldn't possibly get herself any closer.
"Hey... Do you remember the first time we met?" She murmured, her eyes half-lidded, although sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. "Back... Way back then?"
"Mm, yes," he breathed, breath ruffling her blonde hair, tickling her ears. "It was a long time ago, wasn't it? You took my breath away even then."
Oh, she would not have admitted it but Dora blushed, hiding it beneath her paw as her eyes prickled. But not with tears -- oh no, she would not admit to that! There was just something in her eye, emotion building up and swelling in her chest like the crescendo of a song. Yet she was so very warm and comfortable there and the flames crackling in the massive fireplace seemed to beg her to spill her innermost secrets like the silence of the night, stars twinkling so very high above. There was something about words that could be said under the cover of perfect darkness or before a raging blaze of a fire when they could not be said anywhere else.
Something to be said, that was, not that she was all that sure what that something was just yet. Maybe she'd work it out one day.
"It was on assignment, back in the early days," she whispered, barely raising her voice as she reminisced contentedly, happy to be right there where she was in the moment. "We were both on the same side that time, although we crossed paths even early than that, working for opposing companies. I like to think that we were always striving for the greater good in the end, although interpreting that individually, as all do...it's open to that interpretation."
