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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Rose sighed, stepping into the bathroom and immediately pulling down her black shorts to her thighs while leaving her white crop top in place, not that she was exactly all that covered up. She wouldn't have been that forward, of course, under normal circumstances, although there was not all that much she felt she could do at times like those.
Her need was simply that great.
She held before her a fresh, warm condom she'd stolen from her mother's room. Rose knew she shouldn't have done it, that she was going too far in her infatuation with her mother, but it felt like the only thing she could do, her own lust simply getting the better of her.
She was a catch, truly, with wavy silver hair and eye-catching blue eyes that had held many a man's interest, although Rose just wasn't interested in them. It wasn't obvious that she wasn't a woman but someone else entirely: just how she was. Like her mother, she had been born a futa and that was the simple fact of it.
Yet her interests lay in her mother and her mother's sleek, powerful body. Her mother had slightly more curves than her, though they both had quite athletic body types at a glance. That wasn't a bad thing, though Rose was conscious she was still inexperienced sexually and not quite aware of how things were in the world of sex and lust.
Love too, perhaps... But Rose didn't need to dive headfirst into anything like that.
"Am I...really going to do this?"
She checked the door, running her hand over the handle and the lock. Her heart hammered. The fresh condom was still there, tempting her, and her shaft throbbed lightly, small enough to easily fit inside. At that time, it was still flaccid.
Rose wasn't going to hold herself back from something like that, however, feeding her passion and her sense of need, bit by bit and day by day. She tipped forward slightly, glancing at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, all the flushed heat in her cheeks, and slipped her shaft into the still-warm condom, letting it wrap around her cock.
"Agh..." She moaned, trying to keep her voice low, though need ached deeply through her. "Ohhhh... Mom..."
She saw her mother in her mind's eye and leaned back against the door, sliding down it a little as she focused on easing the condom up all the way. Warm semen closed around the tip of her penis and she grunted in the back of her throat, need curling through her.
It wasn't enough. Not as she left the condom in place and stripped down, dragging off her black shorts, which were small enough to show off the bottom curve of her ass when they were actually on her properly, and the crop top. A bra quickly fell aside too, revealing her sharply rising and falling breasts, how she lightly gasped for air.
"Oh..."
It was the only cry she could make, throat tight with emotion Rose could not explain. It was definitely worth trying, even if only the once, looking herself up and down in the mirror as heat prickled tenderly across her body. Her abs were lightly visible with more defined obliques, while her arms and legs had a nice shape to them and very little spare fat on her body. She'd always been on the leaner side there.
I can't leave it at this.
Although her shaft was still soft, she didn't mind that. It was often a natural state with her and the hardness of her penis had never changed anything about her arousal and what turned her on or not. Every fibre of her being ached deeply to do more, to satisfy herself, and Rose knew she couldn't hold back for a moment more.
It was time.
She poked her head out of the bathroom door and headed quickly down the upstairs hallway to her room. The house was small, so it was only a few paces away, but it was still a risk that she would be exposed. She didn't know where her mother was and she had only managed to sneak the condom away from her as she'd bustled off downstairs only a short time ago, after satisfying herself in her own bedroom.
But her mother was not Rose's problem as she moved into her own room, the bed neatly made up. It was minimally furnished so she had room to move in there, trinkets that had sentimental meaning to her lining the top of the chest of drawers.
"Now, where is it?"
She muttered to herself as she dug through the drawers, forgetting exactly where she had put the chastity device: one of her favourite ones to use when she was enjoying herself alone. It was small and pink -- the perfect size to fit over her shaft when it was flaccid. Although her cock sometimes tried to get hard, the cage made sure her penis would never swell to anything near full hardness.
Conversely, it made her entire body ache as if she just needed to orgasm, as if there was no other option.
So, there was that too.
She swallowed hard, deliberating on how to escalate things further, before going to the bottom drawer for a big vibrator that she could easily handle. Small, finicky things were difficult to hold when masturbating, after all, particularly when they jumped about within her hands.
