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.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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My coworkers commented the next morning that I looked tired but, well, I didn't really get on with them anyway. They always made silly comments and it was all banter between them, because they were friends. I'd heard a few of them saying I was an outcast, but, to be fair to us all, we were working a very odd job. Few people outside the facility would even understand what we were doing in there and the fact we had a cloned alien right there.
And I almost fucked her...
I trembled, hunched over at my workstation, dusting off the tablet with a very fine brush. The texts... I found some correlations in the language used, matching up their characters with human ones that I could understand, though it was a very crude, rudimentary manner in which to translate it. I was a scientist, however, and it was not my forte, even though it was what had been assigned to me.
The scratch of my pencil on the sheet of paper was the only sound in the small lab other than my rough, raking breathing, as if my lungs didn't want to take a full breath at any given time. Slowly but surely, I translated the writing -- at least, to the best of my ability.
"This cannot be..."
Of course, there were sections missing. I took another deep, shuddering breath, inadvertently remembering the wetness of her pussy as it had closed around my fingers. An intrusive thought leapt into my mind, wondering if she would feel even better when my cock was sinking all the way into her. The dreams had not fully conveyed how that could feel, how horrifically sensual the whole thing could be.
And I didn't want to know either, not really, torn between two opposing courses of action. A part of me hungered for her, as if some part of me had been denied for too long -- the rest, of course, strained away with every fibre of my being, aching for freedom, to be away from the horror of it all.
No one can know about this. I'll be a laughing stock, they'll think I'm a freak, that I'm all fucked up in the head. But I don't want this!
I knew that, intimately so. But how could I convey that to my body? How could I tell my body that things were not like that, that it was not a true desire?
I swallowed hard, poring over the texts, my gaze raking the lines, from top to bottom.
Pheromones. That was what I had deciphered and the most important part of what I was striving to delve into the details of. I tried to fill in the gaps the best I could, though there were some sections of the seeming ancient writing that I could not understand the code of.
Yet if the creature, as far as I could tell, exuded pheromones... Maybe those had been what had affected me too? That didn't make it quite clear why she had been in my dreams in the first place but, well...maybe that had been the aroma I'd been caught by in the alien's room, the lab with the screen readouts as to her vital signs and other things that I was not quite privy to.
Everything around the alien had come with a sense of eerie "otherness" to it and her and I gulped at the memory, still feeling, intimately, the pressure of her tail around my wrist, how she had locked me into a grip that had said "I'm not letting you go."
There's little I could have understood about how terrifying that notion could be until I felt it for myself, that chilling lump settling in the pit of my stomach. A part of my mind, even back then, had resigned itself to my fate, as if it knew there was no getting out of what she was going to do to me, that there was no evading her, no way to take my life for my own again.
And yet I had been wrong. The pheromones had not affected me fully and I had still been in some control of my mind and my body. I took a breath, steadying myself again, my lips pressing into a thin, hard line that made my jaw ache.
I had been able to fight back then, so I'd still be able to stop her from controlling me. I had to believe it.
"Theft..." I read slowly, piecing together words to try to make sense. "Seed...life... Life...seed."
What did that mean? My stomach churned and I pushed down the rising swell of nausea. It had no place there, on. Not in me.
"Theft...life seed. Other...other... Other creature. Create...kin...companion? Companion kin...control?"
I shook my head, taking a breath. I needed those pauses, those little reminders that I was where I was, taking a moment to ground myself, time after time again. Even then, I feared the dream would rip me away again, as if I could not be sure of my own reality, the very ground shaky under my feet.
It sounds liked they took...orgasms, perhaps, or ejaculations, based on similar interpretations to other texts I had to compare it against, from the males of the species. Eggs were not typically referred to as "seed," at least, but I was inferring a lot from context -- and the idea that my interpretation was correct too. Who knew if I had even translated things correctly?
Digging deeper, into the evening, late at night when my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, I came to the conclusion, however tentative, that her species captured males to steal their seed, that "seed of life," so they could reproduce, of course, and also control the species that they had mated with. It was how they learned and absorbed information, I supposed, in some manner, but I didn't know the intricacies of it all. How could I ever?
How could any of us, without studying the alien more?
I groaned, rubbing the back of my hand across my eyes. No... It was too late. I shouldn't have stayed there, a sense of unease building in the back of my mind. Of course, it made sense that I was on edge and uneasy, after all that had happened to me the night before, but I didn't realise it was misplaced.
Even then, she was coming.
I stood, stretching my arms out above my head, unaware that, deeper within the lab, her tail had snaked through the bars. Not that there was anything I could do to change things, even as I found the evidence of her breakout in the days that followed, the alien nowhere to be found, but that sense of foreboding rested heavy in the pit of my stomach, like something was weighing me down.
