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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Demon's Lust
Chapter 1
Ropes' brow furrowed as he leaned forward, the controller for the newest games console - which he had not picked up himself - clutched in two paws. The cougar's black lips parted slightly as he focused on the game, even though he'd already forgotten the title, long tail swishing languidly back and forth. For all his concentration, Ropes' body still portrayed relaxation in every inch, muscles releasing imaginary tension as the character he controlled on the screen delivered a knockout blow. It could have been said to be immature for a grown cougar of many more years than he let on to waste time on video games, but he didn't care much for what others thought of him. Besides, a break from the daily grind of work was always much welcomed.
His companion, one of the other security guards from work, huffed and growled beside him, mashing every button possible on the controller in a seemingly futile attempt to best him. Perhaps his heritage as a demon, something of a world entirely other than that of the mortals, led him to better dexterity and control, but Ropes just liked to think that he was good at games. He had to have some kind of entertainment in the mortal world, after all, when he was not indulging his true side.
And that side hungered. He swallowed, the contact lenses itching on his eyeballs, which would have glowed a deathly white if not for the coloured contacts he dutifully applied each and every day before heading from his surprisingly modest home. Comforts of mortal-kind and material possessions meant little to the demon when he could rake in the pleasures of lust instead.
Rapping the buttons smartly, Ropes chuckled and threw up a triumphant paw as Fyr snarled and slouched back on the sofa, the split flat screen television displaying the words "Game Over!" on one side and "Winner!" on the other. It wouldn't have taken a genius to work out who would have won from the outset, but Fyr so did like to try.
"Jeez," the red dragon huffed, tossing the controller aside. "Why do you always win at fighting games? I just can't do the damn two-D style thing!"
Ropes chuckled.
"Then why do you keep going up against me in these games?"
Fyr rolled his eyes, smoothing his clawed fingertips back over the frills on either side of his skull. His work shirt was unbuttoned a few holes and had ridden up slightly over his black trousers, revealing striking yellow stripes slashed through his rich, crimson scales that drew the eye. There was muscle under those scales too, unfortunately hidden beneath his work attire, but he had not once seen the drake show it off, not even in the locker rooms. Ropes' nose twitched. The dragon should have been a real lady-killer, but, strangely, he'd never heard his work friend talk about any manner of liaisons in that realm.
"I suppose I'm a glutton for punishment," Fyr grumbled, the tip of his tail flicking from what the cougar supposed was draconic frustration. "It's a good game, but I can hardly win against the computer."
Ropes shrugged and held up his paws.
"They did say it came out with a real bitch of a difficulty rating. Not exactly one to play through a story either."
"Nah..."
Fyr's answer was half-hearted as he fiddled with the settings and left his colleague to his own devices. An open can of beer on the table before him beckoned and, although demons, of course, could not get drunk, he took a deep swig, letting the refreshingly bubbly liquid wash soothingly down his throat. As subtly as he could while the dragon was distracted, he adjusted his position, letting his tentacles - four, in fact - shift beneath his work shirt as he kept them folded as closely into his back as possible. The tentacles were a part of his demonic body that, like his eyes, had to be hidden away, only they did like to try to make themselves known at the most inconvenient times. Thus, the cougar did his best to keep them happy and not too cramped from being stuck in one position for hours on end.
The living room door opened and a blue dragoness strode in, walking with such purpose in her stride that it was a wonder that she didn't disappear out of the main door and down the street outside. It was probably a good reason she didn't, however, as the rain battering the windows would not have been particularly kind to her, clad as she was in short-shorts and a vest top that left her scaled arms exposed. A pair of black horns arced softly back from her skull, the tips gently rounded as if she had spent time taking the edge off, a silver bangle dangling from the mid-section of one.
She scurried behind the sofa into the adjoining kitchen, visible through an archway, and rummaged in the fridge, tail popping up as she bent down to the bottom shelf. Ropes tried not to look, but, as Fyr swore and muttered at his controller, he chanced it.
And it was worth it. That round, pert rear rose and wriggled as she grumbled to herself, seemingly ignorant to the males perched on the sofa, giving him the perfect view of her buttocks and smoothly scaled tail as she found the treat she was looking for. Emerging with a tub of yogurt that probably contained more sugar than ice cream, she closed the door with a dull thunk and popped a spoon in her mouth. Mumbling something to Fyr, she disappeared back the way she'd come with only the swing of her tail and the door closing softly on her heels to betray the fact that she'd ever been there at all.
Sitting up again, Fyr rubbed the back of his neck. Ropes turned to him, one eyebrow raised.
"Who's that?" He said, stiffening as his tentacles started to writhe beneath his shirt, a little wriggle that pushed into the back of the sofa. "I thought you lived alone."
Fyr rolled his eyes and ran through the menu options of the game, searching for a different style of fight for them to try.
"Yeah, I do. That's my kid sister, Kao."
Ropes' eyebrows shot up.
"She doesn't look like a kid to me."
Fyr shrugged and gave him a look.
"She'll always be my little sister, no matter how old she gets." The dragon smiled, eyes creasing ever so slightly at the corners as his expression softened. "You know how it is, right?"
Despite never knowing, or at least not remembering, family as a demon, Ropes nodded; it was the correct response to give.
"So, what are you doing for Christmas this year then?" Fyr said, changing the conversation with suspicious effect. "Are you heading back to see family?"
Ropes suppressed a wince. That was always a difficult one to navigate.
"Oh, no," he murmured, as smoothly as he could. "I don't really stay in touch with them anymore; we're just all so far away these days. I'll probably take a spin back to see them around Easter-time, give myself a break this year."
