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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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Cassidy's Control
"Oh my god, I can't believe we're finally here!"
Truly, the Dominican Republic had some of the most beautiful beaches in the world and it was no surprise that Rachelle was excited to be there, the short, petite mouse bouncing on her toes as if she could barely contain her energy. Still, even as her curly, brown hair bounced and bobbed, she clung to the arm of her ever so slightly taller mouse boyfriend, though he had a short-cropped ruffle of black hair, their fur both grey. Squealing quietly, she practically vibrated with delight at merely walking down the shoreline, hanging off his arm, although Alex's arm was as scrawny as it ever had been, the muscle barely there. He was a tech support mouse and darn good at what he did even though he was quiet and softly spoken, barely raising his voice even in a crowd.
Smiling faintly at her, Alex murmured something that Rachelle did not catch, the mouse tugging at his paw as waves lapped at the shore.
"Look... What's that?"
It didn't quite seem to be in the right place, considering the more touristy sort of area that they were in, sunshine sparkling off the sea, which was gentle and calm, lapping in a salty swathe of froth on the shoreline. A hut on the edge of the trees with their fronds cast down above it had caught her attention, thatched in the traditional style, although it was also raised on posts too as if to keep it safe from any high tides that may have swept too far up the beach. Rachelle and Alex were unfamiliar with the land and how quickly tides could sweep up into even the trees there, marvelling at the design even as they approached.
They should never have approached.
"It must be someone's home," Alex said, scratching the back of his head, contacts itching where he had forgone his usual glasses. "What a strange thing..."
Of course, he was a city mouse used to a world towering above him but even the hut seemed dark and off-putting, something that stopped him in his tracks as Rachelle moved forward.
"Hon?" He shook his head, rubbing his arm nervously. "I don't think we should go up there, I'm sure whoever lives there doesn't want to be disturbed."
"Oh, it can't be that bad..."
The mouse, however, would not have had the nerve to go right up to the dwelling even under different circumstances, too much of a sweetheart to ever think of putting anyone else out. No, she just wanted to look, to see what was going on there, to admire the workmanship of a sturdy hut that was so very far removed from the life she was used to. Now that she looked a bit more closely, she could see the solar panels set up to catch the best of the sun, though she didn't quite want to think about how the toilet worked without any connecting plumbing.
Her curiosity politely satisfied for the moment, Rachelle took a step back - but then the door opened.
A lizard stood there, a Dominican Giant Anole who was proud of her heritage, head held high where her snout tapered to a slightly narrower, rounded tip. Unlike most lizards that the mouse
"You..." She smirked, cocking a hip out as if to draw further attention to the bulge downstairs. "You will do nicely..."
Rachelle squeaked and whipped around before her mind had a chance to catch up with what her body was doing, flailing as she ran back to her boyfriend and launched herself into his arms. He was nowhere near strong enough to catch her, however, as the green-scaled lizard smirked and leaned back, her body more ripped than Alex had ever seen on a lady before. Truly, she was a good couple of feet taller than him too, dwarfing both of the mice, though it was the muscle layering her body that really drew the eye, clad in a simple bikini. However, there was nothing simple about what her bikini concealed.
It should not have been where their eyes went but they had to, considering just how big and meaty the bulge was. The lizard was not solely female as her sizeable breasts hidden in the bikini top denoted but something more, the thickness of something so very obviously male bulging out between her thighs too, at her crotch. She hadn't bothered to try to hide it and, frankly, there could be no reason for her to do so either in the sanctity of her home, head cocked curiously, a paw on her hip.
Alex's jaw dropped and he stuttered and stumbled over his words, any discourse that he may have had to spend a jumbled mess of words that did not come into any form of sentences at all. The lizard stared at him briefly but he must have not held any interest to her as the bulge at her crotch thickened, nostrils flaring ever so slightly in her brilliant, green muzzle, the vibrancy of her scales more than enough to take one's breath away.
No, it was sweet, little Rachelle that held her attention, the slightness of the mouse not overcoming her beauty, her form frail and weak and perfect in all ways. At least, she was perfect in all ways to Cassidy and the lizard rumbled her approval, a strange sound that ground tenaciously up from the back of her throat, standing in the shade where her scales prickled with the urge to warm them in the sunshine.
Yes... She would do. She would do very well.
