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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Cheating with His Brother
Chapter Four
"Why don't you guys join me? It'll be all the better for having you there..."
Kao trailed off halfway through the utterance, his eyes locked on Ropes'. The cougar purred and flicked her tail, though Fyr was the one who leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he tried to drag his attention away from the game on TV. Ropes winced. She hated when he was so zoned into the flat screen that he could hardly pay attention to anything around him.
"Fyr?" She prodded him gently on the arm. "Kao was talking to you, honey."
Her words were pointed, but she exchanged a look with Kao all the same, the dragon chuckling lightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't worry about it, my brother's always been like that. But, as I was saying, I've invited all my old college buddies to come round and bring friends, it's going to be a big crowd there. You're very welcome to come by and I'd love to have you."
The drake's smirk was only for Ropes.
"Hell, why don't you both stay over?" He suggested, as if the thought had only just occurred to him. "You have the guest room, one of them anyway..."
That caught Fyr's attention, if not for the reason it should have done so.
"One of the guest rooms?" The drake smiled, suddenly handsome in his red scales and his house shirt. "Just how many do you have now?"
Ropes stared at him, Kao purring on about his new digs and how much more space he had - too much for just him, in all honesty. Her husband was handsome, she had to admit, in his red scales that looked almost too well-cared for, and the yellow tint across his ear-frills. The damn drake could make even that scrappy, old house shirt look good, the one that she kept trying to throw away and, somehow, seemed to make its way back into his chest of drawers all the same.
What a silly dragon he was. Ropes smiled warmly, swilling her red wine slowly around the glass, a sensual tip of crimson liquid. She could see just why she'd fallen in love with him and, of course, still loved him dearly.
That didn't mean she didn't still want to fuck his brother though. And, if Kao had them to stay over while he had his little party thing going on... Ropes smirked to herself, taking a sip of her wine. Well, she'd have more than enough time to get everything she wanted from the stunningly gorgeous blue drake with more than one guest bedroom after all then! At least for one night.
And one night would never be enough for her.
"So, what do you say, Ropes?" It was Fyr's turn to prod her, startling the feline from her reverie. "Do you want to go to the 'do' or what?"
Ropes grinned and winked at Kao, tipping her muzzle to the side so that Fyr was none the rising. Kao's eyes simmered sultrily as they locked with hers, tail curling round against his calf.
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
If only he knew the extent of that.
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The party was a great deal bigger than expected, even by Ropes' old college standards. Music pulsed through the walls of his home, a modern affair that had been designed to look like the ranch Fyr always talked about having one day, though they were working their way, steadily, towards the life they imagined together. It was just taking a little longer than expected to actually get there.
Kao, on the other hand, was there already, if not in a ranch out in the sticks. She was sure he'd have more than one complaint from the neighbours come morning, but she was also very sure that the drake didn't care one jot. With the kind of money that would buy a home with certainly more than just the one guest bedroom, there was enough space between the houses in his neighbourhood so that the inhabitants didn't feel as if they were living on top of one another, which was a common problem in the cities that Ropes had thought Fyr's brother was a side more used to.
He welcomed them into their home with open arms, though the hug he gave Ropes was more familiar and warm than the one he delivered unto his brother. If Fyr noticed, he made no comment, struck speechless at finally seeing the house that his brother had altogether been far too modest about. Ropes was no better.
"Jeez, Kao," she breathed, her paw on his forearm, a gentle squeeze. "What kind of money are you making in that new job of yours?"
The drake grinned.
"Enough to keep me happy. Better than that apartment I started off in, isn't it?"
Ropes laughed. She remembered that apartment. Back then, she'd loathed visiting Kao, finding him boring and, well, the apartment in the city rather unkempt. Smelly too. It reeked of old pizza boxes and his laundry had been scattered all over the place, whether it was fresh out of the washing machine or in serious need of it.
"Yes, well, anything would be better than that stink-hole," she teased lightly, jabbing him playfully in the ribs. "You seemed much younger back then when you were starting out, all wide-eyed and eager to see what the big city had in store for you."
He laughed, teeth flashing in the tasteful lighting, dim enough to allow a sense of intimacy and relaxation to the inside area of the party.
"Yeah, it's very different. But a good kind of different, at least to me."
