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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Sweet Submission
"What..."
Grayscale blinked, the small, grey goat looking down at the Arctic fox on her knees, Kylie's muzzle coyly tilted even as her pointed ears slipped back submissively. When he'd been invited over, dressed in his casual street clothes still (passable as a respected citizen), he'd expected the usual fun with the kinky twins but not quite to find Kylie on her knees as soon as he opened the door, naked from head to toe. Swallowing hard, he shook his head, floppy ears bumping lightly off the sides of his own head.
"What's the matter?" She murmured, even keeping her bright blue eyes downcast. "Don't you want to play?"
A heated thrill surged through him, flaring up from the core of his being and, in the heat of the moment, it could have been very easy for him to turn everything on his head and take control - at least in the sanctity and fantasy of his own mind. He never had the chance, however, to see if he'd really be capable of stepping up to the plate in that regard - or even if he'd enjoy it himself - as the door to the living room, which he'd become very comfortable with in his fun times with both twins, swung open, revealing the second twin: Kyle.
The spitting image of his sister in male form, the Arctic fox held the poise of an older brother, calm and in control and just as naked as his vixen sister. Kylie's ears perked as he stepped up beside her but there was not a single ounce of submission in his stance, the fox ever so slightly braced as he laid a possessive paw atop his sister's head.
Without seeming to think or blink for even a fraction of a second, she leaned into his touch with a low, warm murr. It helped, just a little, that he held a riding crop in one paw, almost as if he had been playing with it beforehand. Grayscale resisted the burning urge to lean around Kylie to see if her backside was raw from a beating, although he had to admit that there was a distinct scent of sex in the air (it seemed to waft luxuriously around the twins wherever they went) as if they had actually been having a little fun before he'd arrived. It most certainly would not have been unlike them.
"Kyle?" The goat spluttered, fumbling with his words as he fought to get them out before his wavering nerve completely failed him. "Just what... Are you..."
But it was nothing like that, only a new nuance of their relationship as the fox's eyes narrowed and he latched onto Grayscale's T-shirt, yanking him off his hooves and down to his knees with a thunk in the blink of an eye. It all happened so fast but everything just seemed to slot into place from his lower vantage point, settling more comfortable now that he was back where he 'belonged', nose tipping down submissively. Grayscale quivered, Kylie's tail flicking out to brush sensually against his side, but he had never been meant to be above her to begin with.
Slowly, a chuckle built in the back of Kyle's throat, the fox's lips stretching into a lazy grin as he caught on to just what the goat, however momentarily, had thought.
"Oh, Goatie," he said, petting him softly but affectionately between his floppy ears and small horns as he stepped forward, lazily passing a riding crop from paw to paw. "You didn't really think you were higher up the pecking order, did you?"
"Not tonight," he said, the smile pulling at his lips softening his tone just enough for a little of the tension to slip from the goat's shoulders. "But maybe next time. I think that may just be a little too much for you right now, hm?"
It wasn't a question that Grayscale needed to answer but he parted his lips all the same, words striving to spill forth even as he fumbled them and wished, actually, to see just how far the fox would be willing to go with him.
Maybe it wouldn't be too much.
"No..." Grayscale murmured, relaxing at the use of his nickname, only for his closest of friends and partners to use. "No, I didn't..."
Yet he didn't need to say anything: he knew where he was and what his place was. It was far better to have Kyle's paw closing around his horn, dragging him lightly into the living room where the lights had all been dimmed, softly seductive music playing with a driving, throbbing beat that came upon him like the pulse of a male's pounding thrusts. It was too easy to allow Kyle to order Kylie to strip him, his sister sweetly submissive even to him, and easier still to allow his muzzle to be dragged down over Kyle's hard shaft, engulfing the pole in one swallow.