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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Celeste was not a young woman who could have been said to be all that innocent, even as she arrived at her eighteenth birthday with a smile on her face, cheekbones defined but with a delicate note to them at the same time. The only daughter of a noble family, women of their status in the world were still most over expected to wear their hair long, though her blonde hair was shortened and her style of dress simple due to her work in magecraft. It did not do to have one's hair floating all over the place for such a thing, needing it shorter, out of the way in some manner.
Her birthday was a quiet celebration, as she was not quite the sort to want a huge get-together, especially considering that there were tensions in the kingdom, with the trade of magically crafted goods too. Celeste would be important to that, one day, but she was still learning and studying, her parents making tracks to negotiate yet another trade deal that would benefit them, though the manor was, of course, left in good hands with her and the twins.
The twins... They were an interesting pair of bunnies, taller than Celeste by half a head, roughly, and exuberant, to say the very least of them. She'd known them for years and warmed to them over time, though she still could not handle the anthro bunnies with the swiftness and decisiveness of her parents. They were servants and workers of the family, but their relationship had grown so much closer than that over time, the twins skilled magecrafters, though that was merely one thing that helped fund their delight and liking for entertainment.
There was nothing discreet about a rabbit's entertainment, the two bunnies more open about their sexuality than anyone could have expected, though it was kept, to be fair, within suitable constraints while Celeste was underage. Yet the young woman had seen more and more bare fur since her eighteenth birthday, what had been normal and natural before rising into a seductive look, a touch here and there, the twins giggling and sharing whispers behind Celeste's back that she could not help but think that she was supposed to overhear.
She rubbed her forearm nervously, pausing in the foyer, breath catching in her throat. Her work was done for the day, her learning, but that was not what was on her mind as the image of Luna, the twin with glorious white fur, floated into her mind. She'd looked so teasing at breakfast, her attire barely covering her breasts -- Celeste had not been bold enough to look under the table -- but the intricately curved metalwork that served as her brassiere was intriguing to look at too. As much as Celeste had tried to profess, blushing the whole time, that she was only looking at the magecraft in it, Luna had giggled and shaken her breasts at her, seductive and forward.
"Oh, honey, you can look all you like! There's nothing that's ever going to stop you here!"
Oh, how things had changed, her twin sister sitting beside her, though she was equally well-endowed when it came to her chest, a dress cut so low over the orbs of her breasts that it was a wonder that they didn't pop out. There was a sliver of nipple showing there, tantalising at more, though Celeste's hard only pounded even more fervently when the bunny stood up, the dress showing that it was all front and back...and nothing else, exposing flashes of what lay higher up.
Her eyes were apt to wander, though Celeste had tried with all her might to look down at her breakfast, though she could not even remember what she'd had. It was wrong but it was right, heat creeping shyly down her neck, breath pulling at her lungs while the twins discussed their latest aerial show. It would have elements of magic wound through, but never had Celeste been privy to the inner workings of their highly sexualised shows -- all for good reason. Some, more appropriate shows, had been widely viewed and performed, but the inherent, crackling undercurrent of raw sexuality and lust underneath the surface still could not have been entirely hidden, enticing their audience even more.
But it was something more again that had her anxious, wondering, wanting to know just what it was that the twins had in store for her, as they had promised something special. It had to be something involving magecraft, that much Celeste was sure of, yet the promise of something for her birthday, a week after nonetheless, had her skin itching, tugging at her dress, simply unable to get comfortable. It didn't help that she had planned to say something special to them too, the bunnies that she had grown up with for a big chunk of her life, though such feelings had blossomed and bloomed over time.
The young woman swallowed hard, tucking a bit of blonde hair back behind her ear, though it was well-conditioned, silken smooth, and slipped back out immediately again. It would not get in the way, per se, but proved to be an annoying tickle, brushing her cheek.
Celeste checked the time, taking a deep breath. The hour had worn on without her realising and she took each grand step up the large staircase with a fluttering pulse to her heartbeat, hand pressed between her breasts.
To be so close to the twins and never quite able to summon the courage... Oh, but how she'd wanted to. It was now or never, everything hanging on a tenterhook, braced for change, for something more, but only the action itself would tell whether it was for the better or worse.
She had to try.
"Celeste!"
Luna hopped up to her, breasts bouncing, though it had to have been some king of magecrafted cloth that stopped her breasts from spilling out of dress. Her hair had been done up, flowing sensually, gleaming as if it had been oiled, the same lustrous shade of white as her fur, one seeming to flow seamlessly into the other. She grasped Celeste gently but firmly by the wrist, everything about her deliberate, a smirk pulling at her lips as she fluttered her eyelashes back at the young woman.
"Oh, we've been waiting for you... It's time for your private show!"
Celeste's heart leapt, pounding in her throat.
"My, uh, show?"
"Just for you, darling, always for you. It's high time you got to see the two of us at our finest!"
And so, she would as she was drawn into the bedroom, where half of it had been converted into what appeared to be a practice stage. It was set up with aerial hoops, but otherwise mostly left bare, Celeste drawing in a breath between damp lips, imagining already just how the bunnies would look, leaping, dancing, flying through the air, the lust of magecraft wound around them.
Luna plopped her down in a chair with a squeak, though a wink and a nuzzle to Celeste's cheek put them in even closer proximity, Luna's breasts not just brushing her shoulder and back but squashing lightly into her. The bunny giggled, Celeste drawing a breath, the faint aroma of roses flooding her senses, a scent that was crafted, of course, by the bunny and always to be associated with her.
"You're going to love this, darling," she whispered, her cottontail twitching back and forth as if she was hardly in control of herself -- though she always was. "We've been wanting to perform for you for so long!"
Celeste would have said something, but it was hard to think as she watched the rabbit walk away, her dress sliding off to reveal her leotard underneath, a deep sapphire blue that was edged with magecrafted gems. They sparkled with a magical glow and would never fade -- not with the skill of the bunnies behind them, for they were surely the designers of such a garment. Every fibre of her being ached and yearned to launch herself at the bunnies right there and then, the fire inside her that had been restrained flaring, leaping and dancing, wanting to pounce, to feed sweet kindling to it to see the smoke curl forth.
It had come time, yet she still trembled in place, trying to smile politely as Eclipse with her dark fur and lightly curled, bouncing hair joined Luna on the stage. The lights dimmed, highlighting the dark-furred bunny's rich, deep purple leotard, leaving nothing to the imagination, for their breasts were only contained -- not hidden. The edge of their nipples easily showed through such tight fabric and Celeste swallowed hard, trying not to appear as if her heart was pounding as hard and as violently as it was.
Maybe...they were just trying to be nice to her, to give her a birthday present too. Or maybe there was something more there, everything coming together perfectly at exactly the moment that it was all meant to. But all she could do was sit there and watch the show, the spotlights coming on, the rest of the bedroom cast into darkness behind Celeste, the manor empty and quiet bar the kitchen servants, the groundsmen.
No one else was there, not up with them. And no one would disturb a show of the twins if they ever wanted to see one for themselves ever again.
They started slow, music playing, weaving around them, burbling from classical into some blend of pop and vibrant techno, twisting into dubstep. Their bodies moved and gyrated, though their feats of body and magecraft lifted them higher than ever before, spinning through the air, pirouetting, ears slicking back very perking up again in the next snap of the beat, following the tone of the music wherever it led them.
They were beautiful, glorious, yet Celeste could not help but hungrily follow them with her eyes as the lust within her grew. Their curves were alluring and more put on show than they ever had been before, their wide hips and cottontails perking up, twisting and turning, curling through the aerial hoops as if they were nothing at all. They knew how to arch and turn every last bit of their bodies for the ultimate delight, all in the best of ways, so much so that Celeste could not help but marvel at their skill, getting into it.
"Oh -- bravo!"
The twins leapt in turn from either side of the stage, flipping, ducking, weaving, twisting in and out of each other as if their bodies were of the air itself, slipping against one another, bodies one. The skimpy leotards did not help the sensuality of it as the music dropped to a low, pulsing beat, something that, only later, would Celeste begin to associate with the driving pulse of sexuality and lust, something that she was only just coming to understand -- and, even then, only the bare outreaches of it.
In time, yes. But all she had to do was to watch as the bunnies danced before her, settling from their aerobics and gymnastics, ears twitching to the beat of the music, hips working, gyrating.
