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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Mark exhaled, settling in for an afternoon of chilling out. The anthro cougar, finally, didn't have much to do, though he had worked hard since finding a job as an HVAC installer and an apprentice (in training) technician. Of course, that meant that sometimes he had to work weekends and do the grind as the lowest guy on the ladder, though he didn't mind that. It had let things go as they were meant to, after moving out of the family home not more than six months after his sister had also left.
He put his feet up on the coffee table, his hind paws left bare, though it was not as if he had anything to worry about there. He had a small, one-bedroom apartment and no one to bother him, friends to hang out with and, well...it was proving to be tricky for their schedules to all line up, though they made it work. It was just one of the many things about being an adult, to be fair, that he had to deal with. Everyone had to deal with that.
He'd been working at the HVAC place for just over a year and a half by that time, pretty comfortable in the role, though the cougar was still glad for the time off. His tail lazily swung back and forth over the edge of the sofa as he kept his hind paws up, though Mark would never have anticipated the text that was to come through that day.
Or just how it was going to change his life.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and his ears twitched as he fished it out, his brow furrowing lightly.
"Hm... Oh!"
Mark thumbed the touch screen, scrolling open the messaging app. But he never would have anticipated that Mercy, his older sister, was going to message him that day, after she had been out of touch for so long. It wasn't that they had a bad relationship or anything like that; they had just kind of found it more difficult to stay in touch when they had both gone out and off and done their own thing in life. Life was just busy -- and that applied to many anthros, not just them.
The message was pretty standard, asking how he was -- then got interesting. Mercy was going to be in town the next week for a festival that she was attending, which she did rather a lot but all over the country, going from state to state, and was asking if he wanted to meet up. The cougar's lips spread into a grin, showing a flash of white teeth as he let out a happy growl that was very feline-like in nature.
His tail flicked and, even if he should really have sent a quick message back, it was too tempting to reconnect instantly. Dialling her number (flicking open the contacts app and scrolling to her name was clearly going to take too much effort, old habits dying hard), he held the phone up to his ear with his tail swishing back and forth. The rasp of his fur against the sofa seemed obnoxiously loud as the phone buzzed and rang in his ear.
"C'mon, Mercy, you were just on the phone."
A click of his sister, finally, picking up sounded down the line.
"Mark?"
He grinned without even thinking about it.
"Mercy? Hey!"
"Hey, you!" The cougar said back down the line to her younger brother, though Mark could almost imagine just how her tail would be flicking back and forth, always excitable and bold in her emotions. "What's going on? Aren't you working today?"
"Nah," he said. "I've got a day off. How's everything going? I didn't think you'd be anywhere near here anytime soon!"
