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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Fantasies Fulfilled
John mumbled sleepily and rolled over beneath the fine, soft linen sheets, drawing them over his muzzle. It was so warm and comfortable, the sheets wrapped neatly around the contours of his body as if he had not moved a single muscle during the course of the night, so deep had his sleep been. But there was something warm and furry in the bed beside him; a sleek tail unfurled like a serpent across his stomach, disturbing the sheets as its owner prepared to rise.
"Wake up," Lydra said, nudging his shoulder and moving so that the sunlight, which streamed like water through the open curtains, illuminated his muzzle, brightening his sleepy features.
"What?" He said groggily, shielding his eyes from the unwelcome rays. "How did I get back here? The last I remember..."
"...was being with Jessica, I wager," Lydra chuckled wickedly. "Yes, it seems that you had quite the night with that lady. Luckily the cleaners were able to get the hall sorted through the early hours, otherwise nobody would be able to use it today and that would be an inconvenience. The groomers tidied you up while you were out for the count - men always sleep like the dead after a good romp."
"What gives you that idea?" He mumbled, burrowing his nose deeper into the pillows; Lydra laughed, brutally whipping the sheets away.
"Get up: the day's begun without us."
Suppressing grumbles at having to forsake the comfortable sheets so soon, John sprung nimbly from bed to land lightly upon the thick pile carpeting, which tickled his bare feet. With typical feline speed, Lydra followed suit and took to grooming, sweeping a brush over her silken, ebony fur and purring softly at the daily caress it offered. As she assisted John with the harness, which could be tricky to tighten in the correct places to a suitable level of comfort, John had the fleeting thought that he was glad they had so little clothing: it made preparing for the day so much easier.
At breakfast, John piled his plate with the various fruits on offer, while Lydra, her appetite sparked by a night of sexual passion, opted for the meatier dishes, devouring a serving of bacon with relish. Helping herself to a tall glass of milk, she absently read her way through a parchment scroll containing the list of duties required for them that day; it was a reasonably busy schedule but nothing the panther felt would be left unaccomplished by the days end. So engrossed was she in her meal and thoughts, Lydra was caught off-guard when John posed a question that she had not expected to face so soon.
"So, where is Ryoga," John queried bluntly, fork halfway to his mouth. Lydra shifted and cleared her throat, gesturing to him that he should continue eating.
"He's on a...diplomatic mission," she replied, deliberately averting her eyes to watch a friend cross the hall, the badger chattering on the arm of an attentive canine.
"And that's a diplomatic answer," John said dryly. The panther cracked a self-conscious smile, inclining her muzzle gracefully and accepting his ability to not miss when a fur was concealing something from him. It was a trait that would make him an excellent aide for Ryoga once he returned.
"That may be true, but all will be revealed very soon, I assure you. No, don't question me further," she added, holding up her paws, claws slightly extended, to dissuade the justly curious mouse from brimming over with questions. "He is Prince of the Realm, after all, and therefore has certain...duties that he must uphold. Some of these cannot be public knowledge right now, not until details are finalised. In the meantime, Ryoga was very clear that you were to 'get into the swing' of work here, as he put it, fulfilling your daily duties as his aide to the expected high standard. We have much to accomplish today."
Knowing that he had no hope of gleaning more information than that, John rose to his feet, the remains of his breakfast forgotten on the table as a determined edge crossed his gaze. He rolled his shoulders to loosen the muscles, which were still stiff after a night of exertion and solid, unmoving sleep.
"Then we'd best begin, right?"
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Lydra took John on a whirlwind circuit of the private training arena, giving the mouse a rapid-fire, physical workout that he would be hard pressed to forget. The layout of the private arenas were simple to remember and were viewed with few distractions; most furs with the privilege of using the facilities chose the communal grounds as a welcome social alternative. The only warriors and trainees who were practicing that morning appeared deep in individual contemplation and concentration, perhaps finding the solitary exercise a worthy form of meditation instead of a social event.
Going over the accounts was something entirely new to John, although he had always been good with his numbers, so found the details surprisingly easy to grasp under Lydra's careful tutorage. She eased his concern with many assurances that he would become quite adept upon reviewing the accounts daily, learning on the job as it were. And after that trial without swords, John confidently ordered a varied assortment of necessary food and princely supplies, displaying a fair amount of natural skill. All were ordered under Ryoga's name and were specific items that John determined stocks of which were running low, even if not all were for his personal use, if one was to judge by the kind of sexual items that were being purchased, John thought to himself with a cheerful smirk.
"Right then," John murmured, dusting off his paws with a loud clap. "What's next on the list? We're not doing too badly so far." Lydra raised her eyebrows comically and placed her paw on her hip.
"Next is the fun part - the best of the day, for me at least. We have some...testing to do."
"Testing? What sort?" He asked inquisitively, following Lydra to a display room that held a table strewn with a select array of brightly coloured boxes. The vendor, a tawny ferret with a relaxed smile, opened his arms to Lydra who stepped into them with a girlish giggle and nuzzled into his faintly scented fur.
"Lydra, my dear, how are you?" He said, his tone hinting at a light, musical lilt. "I've brought the requested items and a few besides for 'testing' today; I'm sure that some particular items will certainly be to your liking," he added with a knowing but friendly wink.
