Here's a short little fantasy I wrote. The characters are actual furs, but the story is fiction.. or is it? I hope you enjoy.
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I'd been dating this scruffy, little pup named Bryon for about a month when I first stayed over at his house. He wasn't the most attractive and he had the temperament of a schoolboy, but I was lonely. More so, I loved staying at his place because that meant I got to see his roommates.
Bryon lived in the small closet/hallway of his roommates' bedroom. Which meant, I got to sneak a peak anytime I wanted. There was Nieto, a stocky tiger with the ability to draw anyone's attention. More importantly, there was his partner, Gearmo. This particular canine had elongated ears that twitched when he was up to mischief and legs that went on for days. Bryon worked almost around the clock. So, when I'd stay over, it meant I got to spend time alone with Gearmo.
It was early in the morning in Bryon's bed. He had already left when I woke to the sound of springs. At first, my instincts told me to explore, but after a moment, I could hear more. The grunts were coming from around the corner. I slowly veered into the bedroom. Nieto was mounted on top of Gearmo, fucking him. This didn't seem like your average morning sex. This was rough and primal. I couldn't help but sit and watch from a distance. It wasn't long until I watched as Nieto thrust deep inside Gearmo, pulling him back onto himself. He let out a roar of completion before leaping from the bed and grabbing a towel. I quickly sprung back into the safety of the bed, out of view. I laid my head on the pillow just as Nieto walked past and disappeared into the bathroom. I opened my eyes and looked down at my briefs. I was leaking almost through them. I decided to wait until Nieto left for work to emerge.
When I finally did get out of bed, Gearmo was in the living room. I walked past their den of passion and spotted what looked like stains on the sheets. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined smelling the sheets. I imagined the musk and sticky smell of their acts and I could feel my pants throb. I made my way to the living room and spotted Gearmo. He was lapping the remaining milk from a bowl and watching TV. He chest was bare and a happy trail of dark fur led down to the colorful briefs he clearly bought for people to see.
"Oh, hey," he smiled. "I totally forgot you were here." He made a half assed attempt to cover himself with the bowl he held in his paws.
"It's fine," I laughed, motioning to my shirtless chest. "I don't feel like getting dressed either." Gearmo smiled at me out of the corner of his mouth. I made my way over the the futon and sat next to him. "So, how is your day going?" He peered over at me as if to try and decide if I'd heard them earlier.
"Good, why?"
