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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Warming Up the Slopes
"Bethany," Hans breathed, both paws tightening on the steering wheel. "What are you...ah..." He swallowed. "What are you doing?"
The bat shook his head, the wolf in the passenger seat licking her lips as she unbuttoned her blouse, the garment pulling lower and lower over her breasts. Their little blue hire car veered from side to side of the road, the bat's paws twitching on the wheel. Snow lined the ground as they climbed the mountain, weaving higher and higher up an increasingly twisty route that, to anyone but the locals, required a great deal more concentration than he was currently allowing for.
Giggling, Beth shrugged, letting the blouse fall loose, slipping back beneath her arms as she bared her undergarments - at least on her top half - to anyone who cared to see.
"The drive is taking too long," she said, as if that was sufficient explanation for what she was doing. "It is tedious and I am bored."
"But you cannot do that in here!"
She smiled to hear the formal edge re-entering his voice. He'd almost lost it, spending so much time with her, but the months together, as a couple, had not teased it entirely from his tone. He would always carry that note, she was sure.
"Why can I not?" She challenged him, rolling her shoulders as if to drag his attention down to the simple, black bra she wore, lace cupping her breasts sensually. "I am and that is all there is to it."
Arching her hips up from the seat, she growled playfully, ears splayed to the sides of her head, and unbuttoned the catch on her skirt, letting the pale green fabric slip down her legs. Cradling around her surprisingly demure pair of black heels, it still somehow managed to complement her fur, setting off the grey tones as if it had been designed especially for her. She kicked it aside and sat up, playing with the strap of her bra.
Hans growled and shook his head, leathery wings creaking softly. Cresting a ridge, he tried against all odds to keep his attention from his sweetheart's breasts, bouncing lightly with every bump in the road. It was not the best of tracks to take, but a necessary one to reach one of the very best slopes in the Colorado mountains, reserved only for those with influence at their fingertips.
The resort, styled to appear as a massive lob cabin that contained all manner of luxuries within, rose in the distance as a flurry of snow splattered across the windscreen. Hans grumbled under his breath, words indistinct, the insides of his ears a decidedly darker shade as he blushed. Beth teased her fingers across his hip to the catch of his trousers, playing with the button as a coy smile quirked at her lips.
Should she...?
"We are almost up at the resort, Bethany!" He gulped and shook his head, leathery wings folded uncomfortably back into the seat. "What if someone sees you?"
She shrugged again, her grey muzzle displaying as unconcerned an expression as she could possibly draw on.
"Are you afraid of someone seeing me like this, Hans?"
She slid her paw down his thigh, fingers creeping over his dark trousers to the bulge growing in his crotch that she knew she'd find there. The wolf smiled and licked her lips, a very pink tongue flashing out to snake along the side of her muzzle. Shivering, Hans groaned and half-closed his eyes, steering wheel shuddering with the tremor of his paws.
"Are you afraid..." She leaned in closer, breath brushing his large, pointed ear. "Are you afraid of someone seeing you in need? Wanting me?"
He exhaled sharply.
"It is indecent."
The words came out forced, his teeth ground close together. A muscle jumped in the line of his jaw and Beth drew back, fur ruffled. Sometimes he still took a little more persuading, though she would have thought that he would be more amenable to what she would call 'interesting' experiences after their very first time being out in the open. She smiled at the memory, eyes growing distant.
Running her paws down her flat stomach, she admired her own form, knowing that his eyes were on her even if she was not looking directly at him - not for the moment, at least. She fingered the hem of her underwear, tight around her hips and soft, feminine buttocks, slipping them down just enough so that the thicker fur of her crotch peeked out. Implying more to come, she pushed herself up from the seat and gave a throaty moan, paw easing beneath her bra to squeeze a nipple lightly.
Hans sucked in a breath.
"Bethany!" He snapped, eyes wild and scanning the road for other cars - others than may see Bethany if she did not comply. "Put your clothes back on!"
She frowned.
"Now that must be a phrase that a lady does not often hear."
She jumped as the bat's paw brushed her breast, pushing into his touch without conscious thought. Casting him a questioning look, the wolf didn't have the chance to speak as he squeezed her breast in one paw, drawing a gasp from her lips. Beth trembled and rolled her head from side to side, delighting in the cool brush of air against her fur even within the controlled confines of their vehicle.
Anyone could see in, see what she was doing with her boyfriend - anyone at all. The wolf's breath quickened, ears twitching to catch a light chuckle breaking Hans' lips.
"I would never tell you to put your clothes back on without due reason, Bethany," he murmured, eyes on her body and the rise and fall of her breasts. "But times must..."
He trailed off, sparing a quick glance for the road and quickly oncoming resort.
