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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Unlikely Angel
The buck grimaced as he sprawled on his bed, cloven hooves kicked over the edge of the rumpled sheets. The only clothing he wore was a pair of red boxer shorts, seeing no need for anything more as he was in perfect solitude with the campus being closed. When the time for students to buy duvet covers en masse had come, he had chosen a blue duvet cover for his first semester of college. He would have preferred green. The blue duvet cover had been heavily discounted, however, so he had had no choice in the matter.
He scowled at the scholarship paperwork on the desk; it was piled neatly enough, its presence a sore spot. It should have been a source of pride that a buck from Cody's background had been able to scrape together enough scholarships to study Advanced Physics; it was a high honour and one of the proudest days of his life to receive the acceptance letter. In sleepless New York, Binghamton accepted him as a student where winter snows sent chills through his coat of short, brown fur. Cody grumbled. He did not grow a thick enough winter coat to ward off the cold, especially when the heating in his dorm room was turned down to zero.
A second single bed resided a couple of metres away, allowing the individual roommates some sleeping privacy, with the sheets made up pristinely. He snorted and shook his head, being of an untidier breed to his roommate. He had little to actually make a mess of when it came right down to it, but there were countless arguments. The bay Shire horse groomed his surroundings until they gleamed but forgot to maintain his own appearance, leaving his mane a mess and feather in a scraggly rope. At least he did not forget to shower.
The buck muttered under his breath as he kicked himself to his hooves, rocking his body upright in a lithe spring of motion. His fingertips danced along his forearm as he halted halfway across the room, leg outstretched as if the energy to complete the motion suddenly left his body. Paw falling, the buck frowned. What was he doing, getting up, anyway? What exactly did he think he was going to do? He couldn't do anything. He'd had enough walks around campus to last him a lifetime and, with everyone home on Christmas Eve, there was not even anyone to hold his interest.
Listlessly, he pawed at his chest of drawers, tucking a stray shirt back amongst its fellows. There was no point in doing anything else, nothing to do and nowhere to be. Cody sighed. There was no one to be nowhere with either. That would have been nice.
The fuck am I meant to do? Cody thought, scuffing a hoof over the carpet where he'd worn a line through the fibre. Every day's the same. Sure, study is great and all that jazz, I know I'm lucky, but where's the rest of it?
He huffed and shook his head.
Everyone gets to have fun...why not me? I got here, didn't I? Don't I deserve it too? Just a bit?
Cody's ears drooped to either side of his head.
A friend? Maybe?
Money was the currency of college and, while even the most strained of students could usually afford to sit in their dorm with filched drinks, Cody did not have that luxury. Dorm and student fees sapped so much that he was lucky if he had enough left to feed himself. And even then he pilfered from free buffets at the college and discount food from the supermarkets, wherever he could traipse at closing time to find the cheapest sustenance. Hell, once he'd even gone to a food drive where they dished out meals to the needy. That had been his only hot meal that week.
Frowning, the buck lifted a blue, simply designed shirt to his muzzle and took a sniff. His eyes widened and his arms shot away from his body, holding the shirt at arm's length as his muzzle contorted. It could not have been that long since he had done a load! The buck grumbled, crumpled the shirt into a ball and tossed it on the floor, quickly checking the stash of coins atop his chest of drawers. He had a few quarters left, just enough for what he needed.
Cody stuffed every piece of clothing into a holey plastic bag, filling it and then a second to the point where they threatened to burst. He may be alone on Christmas Eve but life went on. The buck fingered his antlers. He almost wished life wouldn't go on. But he couldn't think like that for too long, or else he'd never get out of it.
And the laundry wouldn't do itself.
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Cody shivered and hunched his shoulders against the bite of wind. Not for the first time that winter, the buck wished desperately that he had a scarf to keep winter's cold fingers from his throat. Once, when he was younger, one of his foster families had given him a fantastic scarf in red and yellow stripes: the colours of Griffindol. A huge Parry Hotter fan, it had been the gift of the year and he'd worn it everywhere, even when the summer months encroached. Eventually though, he moved on from that foster family like he had all the others before and, somewhere along the way, the scarf had become lost forever. Not unlike him.
He shuddered and ducked as the wind picked up flurries of snow and he trod along the barely visible path bare-hoofed. There were no other tracks ahead and no lights glowing from dorms or campus buildings as cloud cover further darkened the night sky. It could not have been that late, perhaps seven or eight in the evening, but it could have been the dead of night for all the life the campus cradled.
Cody laughed, the sound harsh and echoing in the frozen air. Snow crunched beneath his hooves.
"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house," he muttered, "not a creature was stirring...except one stupid buck."
Tightening his grip on the laundry bags, Cody kept his head down against falling snow and made his way slowly but steadily towards the Laundromat on campus. Most students scorned the little laundry room for its near broken down machines but Cody found it did the job all right, even if he had to give the dryer a kick every now and again.
Blowing into his paws, the buck squinted through the chill breeze and looked back at his hoof prints as he approached the utilities building. Part of another dorm, the rectangular black door for the Laundromat was difficult to spot in the gloom. The lights on the deserted campus had been switched off where paths would have been lit up, leaving him to find his way purely by his senses and the number of times he had walked the path before.
At last, he padded up to the door and pushed experimentally on the right side, expecting it to swing open at his touch - it had never been locked in his experience. When it did not immediately swing open at his hoofed fingertips, the buck tilted his antlers speculatively. Trying the handle gave no different result and Cody stared at it, lips parted in comic shock. The carrier bags weighed heavily in his paws, plastic cutting lines of pain into his palms.
"Closed?" He blinked at the door, raising his voice until it cracked in his throat. "Closed? You've got to be kidding me."
Anger flared, racing through his veins like wildfire. It wasn't fair! All he wanted to do was his damn laundry! Was that too much to ask? It was just laundry! Laundry!
Cody stomped childishly and flung the bags at the door; they struck the generous target and exploded in a shower of dirty clothes.
"No one even mans this!" He shouted at the closed door. "They could have left it open for us! Whoever was left on campus! But nooooo, of course not, that would be too fricking easy!"
