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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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He had to keep to daylight, avoiding all demons, though the nights were the worst times. Rustles in the bushes, all while his cock was in his hand, jacking off furiously, again and again, had him on edge constantly, hypervigilant and heaving. Masturbation took him away from it for at least a time and he managed to convince himself that it was something he needed to do to ward off the demons, to stop himself from exposing himself to them, from fucking them all over again.
There was no escaping the fact that he was being stalked, however, the disturbance of demons behind him telling of a foe larger than he could ever have anticipated. He panted and heaved, masturbating even while he was on the move, and yet his mind twisted more and more.
Breed... Fuck...
Sex had never been his focus and yet, as soon as his concentration slipped, that was all that he could think about. Hot pussies sliding over his dick, the tightness of a pucker, the teasing wrap of a tongue... Oh, he wanted it all, whimpering, his mind once again turning from the one that was pursuing him.
After all, the demons had never expected him to get far. Though, as was the case with such a corrupted kind, they didn't know who was doing what, communication lacking between such a wide, varied species.
Walking. Moving. He found a city, though it didn't look like anything that he had ever seen before. Walls crumbled, recreation centres held no more, swimming pools either lay barren and empty or were filled with murky, green water. No one wanted to dip a toe into that. The roads came with cracks in them that had to be carefully traversed, yet Aikon could not do everything at once, watching his step, his cock in hand, and keeping an eye on the broken yet still looming buildings so that he could take in the one tracking him.
He hunched over, eyes fixed on a patch of weeds, green sprawling through the city, which had, in a way, been reclaimed by nature itself. Yet not from everyone.
That was when Slender came for him. Of course, there were different classes and powers of demons, but no one would have taken her on. She clung to the rooftop, eyes peering over the ridge, greed shimmering in them, a reptile-like form pulling over her. Yet what was more demon-like about her still were the five pairs of multiple breasts sagging down grossly on her chest and stomach, the lines of her body twisted and grotesque from them.
"Yes... You are the target."
Aikon stumbled, going down on one knee, but the green-scaled demon with huge jaws that opened wider and wider in a gaping gleam of saliva only saw him as an easy target. Her tongue slurped out wetly, boasting at other skills that she could brag, when the moment was right -- which, for a demon, was whenever she goddamn well fucking pleased.
He didn't see her coming, the whistle of wind as her body passed through the air his only warning before her body slammed into him back. Claws sliced but something more feral still twisted through him as he snarled, whirling around to meet her, his blood pumping, every nerve-ending sharp and layered full of the need to fight.
