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.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Liam looked back over his shoulder, the Border Collie's tail stiff and tight against his rump. He knew he shouldn't be doing what he was doing, simply because it was his sister -- but Liam didn't know where else to get hold of ladies' clothes. It was not as if the canine could simply waltz into a department store and pick up whatever he wanted to wear or try on. Honestly, Liam wasn't even all that sure what he wanted to try.
That was why he was in his sister's room, digging through her drawers while she was out with her friends. Audrey was a couple of years older than he was and, perhaps, Liam had followed in her pawsteps a little too closely. She'd always been something of a rebel, more outgoing than he was, even if he couldn't match up to that.
Things were just changing for the Collie and he wanted to try new things -- things that were not so easy to try. He held his breath as he pawed through her underwear draw and smiled faintly at a pair of pink, oddly frilly panties. They were right at the back and didn't at all look like something Audrey would wear, which was probably why they were shoved right at the back and all crumpled up.
He slid them on, however, his own clothes kicked off and the door to Audrey's bedroom closed behind him. The canine's ears twitched back and forth, doing his best to make sure no one was going to come upon him randomly, for there was no telling when his parents would be back either. He might have been eighteen, but there was very little stopping anyone from coming through an unlocked door and he had not been quite confident enough to lock Audrey's door behind him. Somehow, being questioned about why he'd had the door locked was something that took precedence in his mind.
Yet the soft fabric running up his black and white legs was soothing and he soon found himself trying on more clothes still. It was not just her underwear, of course -- and it was not just because it was his sister's clothes that he wanted to do it. For Liam, it was all about exploring his sexuality and trying new things. What more could he do, really?
He slid on a pair of yoga pants, shuffling over to the mirror and turning back and forth so he could see his legs and butts from all angles. His tail pushed out through a hole in the back, which kept them nicely in place, and they fit him well even though he had a more feminine build than Audrey.
The yoga pants weren't quite what he was looking for, however, and he dropped them from his hind paws in favour of a skirt. It came down to his mid-thigh but, somehow, made his athletic legs, long and lean from swimming, look even better than they did usually.
He grinned, tail wagging and softening a little. That was better, kind of. It was not a typical mini skirt or a long, flowing one, but he wouldn't have seen his sister wearing something like that, most likely. If he wanted more feminine clothing than what Audrey usually wore, he'd have to look elsewhere.
She didn't exactly wear skirts all that often, though he could have imagined her wearing that one, maybe a couple of years ago, with leggings underneath. Just because she was a tomboy, after all, didn't mean that she didn't wear skirts. When it came to that side of things, what she wore didn't define her in any way.
He slid on a shoulderless top and some of the more subtle, spiked arm bands she'd liked before, though it was hard for him to imagine Audrey in them. It was the things she'd "grown out" of that caught Liam's attention the most, but it was not as if he was supposed to simply be a copy of her.
He was his own dog too and he would find his own way. Even if it meant digging through his sister's clothes, trying to find something that meant he felt more comfortable in his clothes.
Liam swallowed a soft bark as he posed in front of the mirror, admiring the slim lines of his arms and how a strip of his belly was exposed. He could have seen Audrey wearing the top, with the flowing lines down his sides, but it would have been something more of a crop top on her. She'd have likely worn it after playing soccer or something like that.
The skirt wafted around his legs, though he mused over trying on a pair of her jeans too. They would have a different fit than ones for guys. He turned, digging into her wardrobe and pressing to the back, but his scrabbling paw slipped by the jeans and found a solid, plastic chest-like box at the back.
