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.
A Christmas present for my sweetheart last year!
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Locked up for Christmas
The dappled grey stallion whistled as he stepped into the flat he shared with his partner, Amethyst, hanging the keys up on the hook behind the door.
Cal and Lara entered the Supermarket. She had made him wear a cap partially covering his face - which raised several alarms in Cal's mind - before entering the mart hand in hand, Cal had tried to wrest his hand free but Lara held on to him with an iron grip and gave him a threatening glare to silence his protests. They got a trolley and went about buying items from the list Jenna had left behind.
Cal continued to toil away at his chores zealously in the hopes of completing them early and earning some well deserved free time. No matter how many character flaws Lara and Jenna had to complain about Cal's behavior, no one could ever call him lazy or unmotivated. He was the kind of person who strove to achieve excellence in whatever he put his mind to. It just so happened that he was currently striving to suck and clean Lara's used panties and complete all his chores efficiently.
Lara's POV
"This can't be..."
Lara was muttering to herself as she and Jenna inspected Cal's chores. Cal was following close behind with his arms bound behind his back and his mouth stuffed and gagged by his very own mom.
Lara had excitedly wrapped her leather belt around her hand and was looking forward to smacking Cal on his arse, the chores were a means to add to his infractions and prolong his suffering.
Cal had by now figured out all of the potential pitfalls and deftly avoided them. He took care of all of his early morning work and cooked up a wonderful bacon and eggs with some pancakes and maple syrup.
"Jeez, I could really get used to this new routine. It really is wonderful to have someone else cook for you and attend to you."
Cal was pleased with his mother's compliments and served her some coffee as well.
This is my second story. All characters 18+. Let me know what you think ;)
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I open my eyes slowly, still groggy from the night before. My bed still soft as ever, even better than last night. I start to roll over but cannot. Again I try but nothing. My eyes open fully now and I stare at the ropes that are bound from my wrists to the bed posts.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am new at this, and constructive criticism is more than welcome! I hope you enjoy!
I try to be a good slave. My Master takes care of me and treats me well, using cruelty only as a means of getting off. When we go out together he has only one rule: do NOT flirt with other men. Master believes that as his slave, I am meant for him alone, and will not flirt or fuck anyone else unless he directly orders me too.
"Janet, are you all right? What happened to you?"
Sweet Jesus, I over slept. I'm still chained to the headboard.
"I'll call the police."
Where's that damn key? Oh yeah, move the tape.
"The phone won't work."
Found it. Come on fingers; don't drop it, make it work. "I'll get my cell."
Where's the end of the tape? This is going to hurt.
"Hang on, Honey."
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Pull the panties out quickly.