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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Past the point of saving, Kao went willingly with his mother to the bedroom, his cock spent of one orgasm and eyes shimmering with lust. Walking across the front yard should have been stranger with his jeans tangled around his ankles -- more of a totter and a stagger than a walk, really, although he was far from drunk but riding on an illicitly taboo high of ecstasy. Just what had he done? The truck ride back from the little bistro had been a blur that he could not remember, something of a drunken haze.
Yet that was wrong... He knew he was not drunk even if he felt high as if he was being carried along on the effects of being drunk, sensation rising and falling with the awkward tread of his feet. Somewhere along the way into the ranch house, he lost his jeans and his shoes, only after that his shirt too. But clothes didn't seem to matter as two sets of paws gripped his arms, cock half-hard with a need and desire so stringent that he could not find the words or sense in himself to begin explaining. Just what was going on and why his cock was soaked with...saliva? Cum? Ah, it was too much to think about, but all he knew was that he wanted the blue dragoness before him more than ever, the turn of her ragged wings, which had had mistakenly put down to age before, all the more elegant suddenly for no apparent real reason.
There was someone else though... Someone important that he should have considered. But who was it?
Chemical? They'd all said she would understand... But he couldn't even hold onto that thought for very long either, swayed by lust and the demonic influence that followed him in Ropes' murmured words. Under any other circumstance, he should have perhaps have been concerned that Ropes was there, looming over him with that shit-eating grin of his (he'd always hated that) but everything seemed alright, fine just fine, as long as it was Sasha leading him on, tail curled sensually around his wrist to tow him upstairs.
Upstairs and onto the bed... It seemed strange to be there in the bedroom that should have been Fyr's but everything vanished from his mind as his mother tumbled into his arms, lips crashing to his and sealing away any further words he may have had. The thing was, he had no sense of protest in those words and all she actually managed to seal away was a moan of complete and utter pleasure, cock already throbbing hard and lustfully even after an orgasm that his frazzled mind could not even remember.
She kissed his neck and up to the line of his jaw and he no longer saw Sasha as his mother but as the sexy dragoness she was, claiming his lips with her own as their tongues tangled together. Just as lustfully forceful and demanding as Chemical -- no! What was he doing? He had Chemical! -- she drove his shoulders back onto the bed, blocking out what little view he may otherwise have had of the bedroom with her spread wings, trembling and beautiful. Panic clawed at his heart but there was so much comfort to be had in the harshness of her lips, her embrace sweeping him to another time and another place, somewhere where he didn't have to worry at all about where he was or even who he was.
And that, in itself, was bliss. He could enjoy that bliss, kissing her back passionately as Sasha moaned into his mouth, paws seeming to tremble as they ran down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle they found there. His nipples even perked up lightly into the brush of her claws and he groaned as she pinched them sharply, the added edge of pain bringing something new and fresh and brilliant to the clarity of their liaison.
Pain should not have been good but blended with pleasure, her paw squeezing his hard shaft, her body covering his so sweetly, it was something else entirely. In the background, the cougar chuckled, breath rasping as he seemed to settle himself, with a creak, on a chair.
But that did not matter: let him watch. Flush with power and dominance, Kao growled into his mother's mouth and kissed her back just as fiercely. Let him see just what it meant to be a stud male! He'd show Ropes!
Ah, how innocent he was, his will twisted and convoluted to the demonic power of one that would see him bend the knee (actually, perhaps Ropes had maybe just been watching a bit too much TV). Ropes smirked as he seated himself more comfortably in the corner of the room, jeans slipping down to his ankles with the aid of his tentacles, the chair creaking all the while. The room was quiet, although the throbbing thrum of power searing through the air provided a crackling undertow to everything, Kao and Sasha rolling about on the bed like young lovers all over again, for all Kao could see was the sexiest blue dragoness he'd ever seen in his whole life, wanting her, lusting after her...
For Ropes' power was strong and his lips moved in a soft chant, shifting his hind paws out of his jeans, the crumpled fabric pooling messily on the floor as he surveyed his handiwork. Even the cougar in question could not have expected, of course, that everything would come together so perfectly but it was hardly as if Kao was the first male that he'd turned into a demon. Sasha had been more of a happy accident in that his seed, in effect, had done the work for him, allowing him to enjoy her through her pregnancy while the egg within her made her body more and more appealing for him. He smirked, baring his teeth in a feral, cruel fashion. It really was a win-win sort of situation for him. Yet only time would tell what the growth and change of a new demon in their kinky little family would bring them.
But there was more to come first and his eyes seemed to simmer down with darker edges, hinting at silver in the depths of the orbs. His lips moved in his incantation, one that had been passed down through the ranks of demons and one that he had taken with him on leaving their underworld of sorts, a dark land where there were no mortals to take advantage of. Demon-kind were cruel and vicious, after only their self-serving needs, and that was, perhaps, what would make Kao, in the end, perfect for his new role in life. One could say that it was his calling of sorts to be so twisted, his natural confidence blending into arrogance and turning him to a creature who would forever find himself with a demonic snarl curling up just behind the sweetly soft and innocent barrier of his lips.
Kao was not to know what was being done to him, however, tail thrashing as he grunted and pinned Sasha down by her shoulders, breath rasping in his throat. He had not the words with which to convey the depths of his lust and passion to her and he didn't need to either as he kissed her fiercely, the demoness giving as good as she got without truly tipping the scales of physical control the other way. Oh no... She relished his power and growing strength too much, the demoness inside her pushing back against it with lust and energy, wings flapping and tail thrashing as if it was simply impossible to contain so much energy within her. Moaning into his mouth, she clawed at him urgently, leaving red lines down his back that the power inside him swiftly healed, the drake panting and gasping and grinding his cock up against her crotch, seeking entry where her clothes were already ripped and ragged -- what was actually left of them anyway. She could not have said just how they got like that but it only served to send another throbbing drive of lust and power searing through her, the dragoness rasping for breath as her eyes glowed furiously.
"Yesss..." She hissed, driving him back and forcing the words out between kisses, although it was strange to think of something so dominantly forceful as a kiss or an embrace of any kind. "Yes... My son!"
But a cry like that could force him away from his vulnerability and she couldn't have that at all, rolling him over onto his back as she yowled -- that was usually more Ropes' thing but sometimes only a good, shrieking yowl of lust would do the trick for her too -- straddling his hips. Shredding what remained of her attire from her body with claws that suddenly seemed to be razor sharp for what quick work they made of it, stripping her son naked and his tangled mess of a shirt useless for anything besides ever again mopping up spills.
She grinned, rocking and grinding her bare pussy-lips against his shaft, driving him to a peak of lust, shifting and humping up against her with a demonic hiss and snarl. He was perfect, so very much perfect. And that was just why she had to have him.