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.
"Why don't you get down on your knees and serve me, oh daughter of mine?"
Fyr groaned, a spatula in one hand and a saucepan in the other, though it seemed that the sauce that she was in the middle of making would have to wait. Her mother posed, nude, with a hind paw up on a kitchen chair that already boasted claw-marks from similar escapades. Her red-scaled daughter flinched and turned away, but there was no dissuading her dominant demon of a mother as she imperiously snapped her fingers, pointing to her pussy.
"You know what to do..."
"Come on, mom..." Fyr whispered, though she could not deny that she was already moistening between her thighs, her own need running as rampant as it ever had before. "I have to keep cooking dinner, I can't do everything for you. Why don't you find Scott?"
He was probably the other member of the household who was in a position to serve her without thinking twice about it but even Fyr was under him and, frankly, sometimes a demon simply wanted to dominate the lowest of the low. It was her place in their lives, after all, serving the demons and everyone else that they wanted her to service too, all as they pleased and most certainly as exactly as they pleased too.
Fyr whimpered, turning her head from side to side, yet she could not have explained how she found herself on her knees, the hardness of the tiled kitchen floor pressing up to her. If she'd had more forethought, she would have used the rug to cushion herself just a little but it was funny how things like that ceased to matter when one was wrapped him in the intoxicating heat of the moment. The saucepan, thankfully, had been set aside so that it would not bubble and boil, though her creamy sauce may be later found to have reduced more than Fyr wanted. It was not the worst thing of the day, to be fair, but something that Fyr would grumble and lament over later.
There were only so many things, however, that she could take under her control at any one time. She slurped into her mother's pussy, the dragoness' ragged wings looming over her, spread and towering, hissing through her teeth.
"Yes..." Sasha snarled, curling her lips ominously back from her teeth. "Deeper... More..."
Fyr could only obey, Sasha's hips rocking, thrusting up to her lips as the demoness relished in her power. To be a demon was to take what one wanted without any care or consideration for those around her, for what Sasha had found in her life as a demon so far was that those in her vicinity simply fell into line. She snarled and lapped at her lips, tasting Ropes in her maw, the lingering feel of his seed slipping down her throat and over her tongue intoxicating. Yes, always more, she had to have more, and she was the demoness head of the household who would take everything that should ever have been hers and more too!
Work? What was that? She smirked down at her daughter, pinching and groping her frills as the dragoness, who now seemed so much smaller and shrunken into herself than she used to be, squealed. Yes, there was pain but that was just one more thing that Sasha leaned into hungrily, her drive and need for more unparalleled by any other than, perhaps, the other demons in the household. Ropes fed her drive and she met him more than halfway, taking every opportunity to fuck even while his tentacles plunged into the slits in her sides, her body perfectly formed just for him.
Two paws landed on her shoulders but she did not spare her stolen husband, Ropes, a look, scoffing and turning from him even as the cougar's tentacles snaked teasingly down her sides.
"Don't you see that you're interrupting me?" She growled loftily, not even gracing him with looking at him directly. "I'm making use of your wife here... And she's doing a fine job. Perhaps it's the only job that her tongue should be doing from now on."
Ropes' frown bypassed her attention but, for a demon, he was relatively easy-going, which only made his flare-ups all the more delicious for when the fire of him broke the surface. He was prone to fits of rage, never unwarranted, but she wanted to push him there again and again, if only to feel him slam her into the bed, the frame breaking and cracking under her, fucking her so furiously that she came time after time again, leaving no distinction between one ferocious orgasm and the next.
Ah... Yes. That was how she wanted it, the way that she wanted everything to be. She had her way as the cougar slunk off, surely with his tail between his legs, though he did spare a moment that she did not enjoy. He should not have twisted his tentacles around his wife's neck, her daughter's neck, Fyr moaning and leaning into it, momentarily distracted from eating out her pussy.
"Oi!"
The sharp bark came with a lash of her tongue cracking through the air and Fyr shuddered, delving back into her pussy with renewed vigour. Placated, at least for the time being, Sasha moaned and rocked and pumped her hips until the exotic bliss of climax overwhelmed her, powering through in wave after wave that she ate up and drank down with a demon's relish. She needed that lust to feed from, day in and day out, no other way about it, and she would have it every day, every time she pleased, wanting more even as she drank down the passion of her daughter, her restrained need. Holding her back from orgasmic bliss gave her pleasure and sustenance too and Sasha did not care all that much where she got her feeding in on.
Ropes, however, growled and threw himself down on the sofa beside Kao, the two of them clad only in pairs of long, loose shorts that were easily removed. Clinging to the last remnants of summer even as autumn took a grip on the land, they ran a little warmer than most and did not feel the cold as much as demons. That, however, was most likely partially due to how much time they spent in motion, sexual activity the order of the day, though it had been a while since Ropes had taken his rightful place at the head of the household, forcing even Kao to bend the knee to him. The cougar purred, his annoyance eased but only a little. Maybe forcing the dragon, Sasha's son, back to his knees and taking his cock into his mouth would find him in a better mood in no time at all?
"She's getting full of herself, isn't she?"
It was Kao that broke the silence, however, his blue-scaled tail dangling off the sofa as he frowned, flipping through the channels on the TV as if he was not paying any attention at all. The tilt of his head, however, was angled towards Ropes.
