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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A week and a half later, Mark found himself navigating his car to the staff entrance of the SCA tournament grounds, set up within the larger fairgrounds. There seemed to be other events on there at the same time, beyond the organisation that Mercy worked with, though his eyes could not flick to them, considering everything, at that time.
As much as the feline was keen to see his sister again, it was hard for him to concentrate while he got there, shaking his head lightly, nerves getting the better of him. He grunted and made an apologetic gesture in the direction of a steward who was looking at him very oddly, but he had printed and stuck the staff friend pass to the windscreen of his car that she had sent to him. He'd just point it out and Mercy's staff number if anyone asked about it.
"Where to go, where to go..." He muttered to himself, turning his car radio down so that he could see better, even though that made no sense at all -- to anyone. "Hm..."
It was quite a large fairground, however, and she had not given him directions to where her tent was set up -- which was apparently not where her van was. That was problematic.
"Excuse me? Excuse me!"
He grumbled in the back of his throat, hating having to call over someone's attention. The stoat scurried over, flicking his eyes over the car and clearly not recognising it.
"Yes?" He said when Mark rolled the window down a little more. "What's up?"
"I'm a bit lost," he confessed. "Do you know where Mercy is? Cougar?"
"Ah -- yes!"
The stoat smiled, recognising why he was there, at least.
"So, you want to go down there," he said, pointing past a line of trucks that had to be transporting things for the shows. "Take a left at the green caravan and you can park up there. You'll have to walk over to where the tents are pitched but Mercy has a round one with a flag on top. Red and yellow, two crossed swords on it. You can't miss it."
He thanked the stoat and headed off, carefully, not wanting to get in anyone's way. It was not the kind of space that the cougar was at all used to taking up. His tail curled uncomfortably close to his body as he headed out of the car, locking it up, sure that it would be safe there with so many others around. After all, Mercy trusted then and, well...he trusted Mercy. That was good enough for him, even if it was a new environment.
Her tent was small but cosy, the flag extending from the point at which the tent poles crossed over the top, though it had been an awfully long time indeed since Mark had been camping. That, in fact, might have been with Mercy before. He wondered briefly why it was that she needed the van and the tent -- though was interrupted by his sister before he could follow the thought through.
"Mark!"
She lunged for him, a blur of lighter-coloured fur than what was layered softly over his body. She wrapped her arms around him before he'd even gotten a chance to take her in and Mark grunted, realising one thing that he had not remembered before.
Mercy was strong.
Like, really strong.
So strong, in fact, that she was no longer even allowed, since the end of high school a few years back, to use the grip strength checker things at the gym. He remembered that, but he had forgotten just how hard her body was, wearing only a vest top that revealed her muscled arms, the swell of her biceps tightening around him as he grunted, squeezed too tightly to be comfortable.
"Unff... Mercy..."
He could have been asking for Mercy or literally for mercy itself. The cougar, however, set him down with a grin, ever so slightly taller than him but appearing much bigger than him in that moment. She was just so much bulkier than him, her abs hard as she clasped his forearms, as if she didn't quite want to let him get away from her.
"It's so good to see you again!" She said with feeling, tail flicking back and forth as if the depth of her emotion could not be displayed through any other means. "We've got to not let it go so long again, I'll call you whenever I'm in the area, for real this time."
He smiled.
"You sound convinced," he shot back, teasing her. "And you haven't even spent a minute with me yet."
"Well, I don't need to," she said, as sure of herself than ever. "I have you and that's all I need."
He glanced at her, suddenly feeling...just a bit uncomfortable. Not in the way that he would have been while meeting for more awkward reasons, if there had ever been any bad blood between them, no... It was if there was something hot pooling and coiling in the pit of his stomach, a flooding of fluttering twisting (yeah, he knew that didn't really make sense) that would have made more sense if he was talking to...well, anyone else.
Not with his sister.
It was just a little bit awkward, he told himself, trying to shake it off, not to let it bother him all that much. Mark laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, though it was hard to forget just how thick and muscled her body was when it had been pressed up against his in a hug.
"Wow," he said, taking a half-step back to put just a little bit more space between them. "You've changed, Mercy, damn... You were muscled before when you were doing all the martial arts stuff, but nothing like this!"
She had grown and developed into herself and her body, though that honestly made sense considering the kind of work and labour that she had to do daily.
"So, how's things been going here?" He asked, moving things on quickly, ignoring the stirring of unease in the pit of his stomach. "It looks great!"
"Yeah, it's going really well," Mercy said with a smile. "It's been really busy but I don't have a show until tomorrow, so it was a good day for you to come over. You get to see me fight!"
