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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Edging for Impregnation
"Bye! See you all again soon! Bye! Love you!"
Rebecca hung out the car window, the white-furred vixen grinning madly as she waved off her family and loved ones, her petite figure nearly toppling right out the window in her excitement to see them off. But they were the ones left behind as her lover and, now, husband at the wheel laughed in turn, giddy with the wedding-high and all the excitement that their big day and the reception too had held for the two of them. Jason reached for her, paw scrabbling, but the fox couldn't reach his new wife as much as he stretched, her tail waving and wagging madly in his direction.
"Rebecca!" He laughed. "Get in here! You're going to fall!"
Ah, stating the obvious was a little bit of his thing but it was no matter as she heeded his call and plonked herself back in the seat, although the Arctic fox's tail still wagged as much as possible, trapped beneath her buttocks and the white dress that had been designed for her to leave the reception in. It was reminiscent of her wedding dress but made from a lighter fall of fabric that draped down just past her knees, the neckline flirty with a touch of lace and blue flowers around the hem. It was a wonder indeed that Jason could keep his eyes off her, her lips parted and muzzle as radiant as ever -- perhaps even more so with her wedding glow upon her.
"This is going to be amazing! I've never been skiing before! Have you ever been skiing before? This is going to be so good!"
She practically bounced in the seat as he laughed and fought against his better judgement to stare at her, to join in as she ping-ponged from one side of the car to the other, craning her neck around as if she was still trying to look back at those they'd left behind. There'd been such a wonderful turn out to their wedding and reception, furs coming by simply to congratulate them when they knew that they could not stay, but more than they ever could have expected to support them. Things had certainly changed since their college days but things had only become better and better as his life with Rebecca progressed and his heart pounded all the harder for seeing that ring on her finger, knowing that they could spend the rest of their lives together, the future stretched out before them with open measures of promise.
Of course, there was the little matter of just what they planned to do on their honeymoon to consider too, although it was not something completely surreal or strange that they had in mind. No, the newlyweds only had their nuptial bed in mind and had spoken of that very night over and over again in the weeks and months leading up to their wedding. They'd had sex before, of course, knowing that they'd want to be together forever anyway, but there was something special about their wedding night that they had planned and planned, all coming to a wonderful head at just the right moment, the pinnacle of all.
Jason's paws tightened on the steering wheel, breath catching even as Rebecca nudged him on to go faster, teasing him right up to the speed limit. And she knew well enough that he was as keen to get to the hotel as she was, even though there was a little bit of a trip ahead of them before that.
Conception. And the moment had lured him on for months already, drawing heat to his loins. Even in the car, he nipped his lip gently, striving to hold himself back and in control, shaft plumping up subtly with blood within the bounds of his trousers, still smart for the occasion. He couldn't do anything about that, not there, and they had a flight to catch but it was still too tempting to think about Rebecca splayed out on a huge bed before him, legs spread for his aching cock. He'd held off for her before the wedding, both of them far too busy with last-minute preparations to think about pleasuring themselves or getting together when they were both too exhausted to even think about sex. And yet they had still thought about it, little stolen touches in the run-up serving to rile them up further and further, eyes shining with shared hunger for the little one that surely had to be imminent in their future.
"How long left, darling?"
Leaning against him, she kissed his neck, murmuring his name, and Jason sucked in a breath, paws as tight as the pounding drive of his heart clasped behind the bars of his ribcage.
If she had him so hot and ready so swiftly, the lodge may not see too much skiing from them.
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"It's alright, love, it's really alright."
Jason, naked, pressed against his wife, trembling lightly from the sheer gravity of just what was about to take place. It was too much, so much, and yet he wanted it too despite the nerves twisting knot after knot into his stomach as if his intestines were dead set on curling around one another until there was nothing sustainable left of his digestive system. The wedding cake still sat uncomfortably in his guts and, belatedly after such a long flight, he regretted all that he had eaten when it came to the crux of the moment, the point that they had both been waiting for.
She was beautiful in her white wedding lingerie, the silk and lace coming together perfectly to cup her small breasts, dressing her up as a feast for the eyes. A silken babydoll covered her torso, teasing at what lay beneath in the sheer fall of the fabric, and his eyes travelled down her form hungrily, the fox licking his lips keenly without actually thinking about what he was doing. There was only so much, after all, that any lustful body could be restrained from, his shaft hard despite his worries.
What if he wasn't good enough to be a father? What if he did something wrong? What if...