Wiced Magic

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.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"You could have been killed! What were you thinking? Did you do this all for the little scrap of a doe? You know what everyone will say about you -- you'll be ruined! You'll ruin us for your sick desires!"

His mother no longer loomed over him, a red fox with sharp eyes, though his father had left the room as soon as he had learned what Sandor intended to do -- with Alyssa, of course. To say that the news of his engagement to her had not gone down well, his mother's dress whipping around her legs as she growled, eyes furious, blazing with restrained anger.

"How dare you do this to us? We've paid every coin for you, for everything you've needed -- since the day you were born!"

But Sandor only smiled, holding his paws confidently, smartly, in front of his body. That was for himself, not for her. His mother, however, could not understand that he'd changed, that he'd never be the same fox he had been.

"That's fine, mother. Everything is left to you, I do not need anything anymore. You need not see me again, as I am leaving. Alyssa!"

The doe-taur peered into the room, wide-eyed and blushing, not knowing whether she should join them or not: it had sounded very heated. But Sandor wasted no time at all in dragging her into the reception room with him and his mother, ignoring the red fox's shrieks as he disrobed right there before them both.

"Sandor!" Alyssa shrieked, but the fox was already working on her too, removing her smart blouse, snug at the neck, drawing it up and off over her head. "You... Hey!"

The fox was not to be stopped, stripping down to nothing at all, letting their equipment fall from her back to the ground with a thud. Everything that Sandor had earned himself, of course, was left in his abode, but his parents did not know truly how far the fox had stretched from their grasp, for how long he had been working, day and night, to provide a life for himself and Alyssa.

With her paw pressed to her chest, his mother gasped, eyes wide, not knowing where to look as her face heated up with raw rage.

"This is highly improper -- clothe yourselves again at once!"

Sandor laughed and shook his head, shoving his clothes back across the floor towards his mother, tail stiff and raised, proud to the last moment.

"You'll not hear from us again if you do not change your attitude, mother. Tell father I wish him well!"

With that, he turned on his heel and fled his family home, the shackles of his younger years falling from his shoulders in giddy laughter. At his side, Alyssa leapt along, though it was hard for her to cover her chest with her arm while moving, out in the open air with the door slamming behind them.

"Sandor!" She squealed, laughing and blushing even with her breasts revealed. "What are you doing? Why are you... We're naked!"

She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, yet it was hard to be too shy about it, kicking up her heels, giddy with delight. He'd done it! He'd...actually gone and done it! For her! Really, for her!

"Well..." Sandor shrugged, having the good grace to look ever so slightly sheepish. "Those clothes were purchased by my mother too and I didn't want to leave anything behind that she could use against us..."

"That's not an excuse to strip me naked in front of her!"

Sandor grinned and shook his head, holding up the money bag that, of course, he had saved, for it belonged to him and only with him, already heavy with coin.

"I know, sweetheart, but I received more than expected from this quest, we'll be able to buy new clothes at the market, no problem. I'll make sure you're taken care of and, of course, you won't only have to assist me -- you can do anything you want now that she has no hold over you!"

Alyssa scoffed and rolled her eyes, a little bolder with her partner after what had happened in the forest.

"I see... But you're not seeing me off that easily! Let's got to the market right away, but we are going to give them something to look at..."

Although the heat rose to her cheeks, she carefully kept her breasts covered, turning her back to Sandor to offer him a ride, which the fox gladly took. Settling himself in close to the join of her human and deer half, he kept his weight as light as possible, running a finger down her spine. Without thinking, finally able to do it in public, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his muzzle in her hair.

"You're the best, Alyssa," he breathed. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Although she blushed heavily, no words leapt to her lips, breaking into a light jog as she headed for the market. Sandor already knew, whole-heartedly, how she felt about him.

They talked, softly, sweetly, like a normal couple, something that had not been afforded to them before. They might have been nude and they might have gotten sidelong (and open) looks, but they did not care. They talked about normal things, about where they could build their own house once they had earned enough money between them, where they could adventure, even what clothes to buy. And it was the expression of those normal, mundane things that proved to be all the more important to them, Sandor brushing his fingers tenderly over her shoulders, pushing her hair off them, as they walked and talked.

Adventure lay ahead of them, as Alyssa teased that her "stupid boyfriend" left his staff in the forest.

"If we don't retrieve that first, we'll not have anything to begin with," she said, practically, glancing back at him. "From there, we can go forward however we please!"

A smirk tugged at the fox's lips, leaning in close to her, the fur of his chest brushing and tickling her back. Against herself, Alyssa stiffened, sucking in a breath.

"Oh, of course, you would like to go back there, he murmured huskily, kissing the back of her neck, up to her ear. "After all, nobody saw what we did in that forest...and no one will see what I can call forth in there now."

Alyssa shrieked, resisting the urge to clap a hand over her lips as she was still trying her very bets to hide her breasts and preserve her modesty. Her tail twitched, though it took her a moment, red in the face, to come back to her senses enough to jam an elbow back into the laughing fox's chest.

"You lustful gentleman! You can't say things like that to me!"

But he could and he would, until the end of their days together, their relationship evolving and blooming, naturally, like a tree growing in the forests.

Yet only they would know just how they got to where they were with the tease of wicked magic...