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 sighed, opening the door to the room at the inn. Walking back hadn't been very good at all, no good, no... It had been a while since she had been treated like that, so long ago that she had almost forgotten about that. Back in their town, the citizens had gotten used to Alyssa and treated her as one of their own, more or less, in the end, considering that she was doing work for them and business with them. She proved herself and they seemed to be more amenable to taurs there too, which had helped her come into herself more.
And then in the Resort City there were too many there that didn't know her and didn't care to know her. She'd shouted for Sandor again and again, looking down alleyways and going into taverns and bars, looking for somewhere that he might have gone. She couldn't imagine why he would be in the other taverns and eateries, even those that simply sold alcohol to those looking to have a good time, but she had to try.
Yet when she had called and called, others had scowled at her, giving her a wide berth, no one answering her at all when she asked if anyone had seen a white fox.
"A white fox?" A horse anthro scoffed with a barely concealed nicker of derision. "Whoever has heard of that, there aren't white foxes from the north down here!"
Alyssa thought that the horse was talking complete silliness, because, of course, white foxes from the north could travel there to the Resort City too! But she didn't stop to tell him that, or that Sandor was actually a red fox, by species, with white fur.
So, she had continued, trying to find him, walking and walking and walking, getting herself lost, running from a pickpocket who had, rather badly, snatched at her, even dodging a sudden dance in the street. She might have stopped to watch the dancers if she had had Sandor there with her, backing up against the wall of a shop to give them space, but she wasn't impressed by the colourful display, the dancers clad in skirts of feathers and other bright adornments.
They just reminded her even more right then, in that moment, that she was alone, completely alone.
In the end, she thought that she could head back to the inn. Maybe Sandor was there and, when he could not find her, had headed back to their inn to wait for him? It was the best hope she had, though her body felt like a stone weight, worse than the luggage she had hauled from the ship, just dragging herself up the stairs. Going up stairs was easier for her than going down them, but she could barely lift her cloven hooves over each stair as she stepped up, dragging her feet.
"Oof..."
She was so powerless after exhausting herself, though it was mental and emotional exhaustion as well as physical.
However, when she opened the door, only an empty space greeted her.
"Sandor?"
She turned on the light, electricity flowing. They did not use magical spells and enchantments to keep lanterns burning, storing magical energy, for their electricity did work similarly, even if it was a little more basic and rudimentary than how Alyssa found their magical tools to be. Of course, she had had her tools and household items enchanted by Sandor, imbued with his magic and, for longevity, a little of his mana too. He had truly been instrumental in the progression of magic and training...
Alyssa rubbed her arm, looking forlornly around the dark room, turning the light on, though it was a bit dim for her liking.
She missed Sandor. He would have cast a ball of light, mild fire, to make sure every corner of the room was illuminated. She always like to make sure everything was right in a room and that room at the inn was unfamiliar to her, from the bed to the wardrobe and the dresser at the base of it. There was a chest that she had not used yet, but she didn't think the blankets within would be of any use to her. Otherwise, the room was simple with a window and a small, round table set up beside it. On closer inspection, there was also a chair tucked into the corner, but just the one. With her and Sandor in the room, just one chair didn't seem like quite enough, but neither the doe-taur nor the fox had anticipated spending all that much time in the room.
The door closed behind her and Alyssa sighed, trying to fight back the tiny tears of tiredness pricking in the corners of her eyes. She was alone and she couldn't do anything about it. She folded her legs to the ground, settling down, leaning against the bed for at least a little bit of support. Should she wait there, all over again, for the fox to return to her?
"It just feels like history repeating itself..."
She didn't like the bitterness in her tone. It did not match up to the warmth that she felt when she was with Sandor, for Sandor. It pulled around her, sinking into her body, tickling down to her fingertips and her cloven hooves, remembering how it felt when he held her, how he had looked out for her, stood up for her, showed her a new way of living and made a home for her. There were so many things that he had done for her and so many good things about him... She didn't want this one thing, the disappearing and not speaking to her, to be the defining feature of their relationship.
It couldn't be.
And then...the sound of hooves, that trademark rap-rap rap-rap came to her, someone walking across the floor of the bedroom at the inn as if they had always been there.
"Eep!"
