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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Matt took a breath, though it didn't do anything to stave off the frantic hammering of his heart. He wasn't doing anything -- yet -- that should have been stressful, but it was hard to think of it as anything other as he paused outside the door of his sister's room. His blonde hair had been trimmed recently and no longer tickled around his ears as much as before, but he almost missed the sensory distraction. It may have made the breaths come more easily in his chest, yet it was merely excitement tangling with anticipation that clawed at him.
Matt... Well, he'd got his hands on something supposedly very interesting, even if he'd not had the chance to try it out yet. A seedy online source permitted him to download a "magical transformation app" to his phone; even the name seemed rather stark, promising things that surely could not be true. But he had to try, even if he'd wasted his money on nothing, eyeing up the door, which held so much promise behind it.
"Okay, here goes nothing..."
He said the words out loud to himself, as if they would give him strength to go on, but it was really only jumping into the moment that was going to get Matt in motion. He opened the door to his sister's room without knocking -- and took the plunge.
"H-hey, Cynthia."
He stumbled over his words, pushing them from his tongue as he tried to appear normal. His blonde-haired sister was sitting on her bed with her ankles loosely crossed, wearing only an oversized T-shirt and panties. That in itself was not unusual, as they were pretty comfortable wearing little clothing around each other in the house, but his heart still leapt. Yet he could not help but take in her in, her thicker, softer thighs and the shirt that tempted at a glance of her hip. Just being dressed casually, Cynthia didn't seem to have bothered with a bra in the house either.
"Hey, Matt, you okay?" She said breezily, a smile dancing across her lips. "Knock, much? Well, it is you."
"Uh, yeah," he said, running his fingers back through his hair, stalling for time. "Yeah... I should have knocked, I'll do that next time."
But, if the app worked, that was soon to become a moot point. He held up his phone, pretending he was just fiddling with it, while Cynthia's eyes slid back to the TV show she was watching. Bringing up the app on his phone, he pointed it at her, bringing her into view on the AU system. It was simple to start, allowing him to input commands once the person had been identified, but any muddied or confusing commands would not go through. So, that meant he would have to be specific about what he told her to do, or to change.
But the app surely would not really change her...would it? Even then, he could not be sure.
"Matt, what's up?"
He said nothing as he tapped the three hearts on the app, increasing love and affection. Surely, that would be a good place to start. Adding one extra command, through the text input screen, he wrote: love me and flirt with me.
He could have been even more specific than that, of course, but he wanted Cynthia's personality to shine through -- if the app even was to work. It wasn't that he wanted to change who she was, just more about how she felt towards him, for that underlying attraction, what had him lying in bed wakefully night after night with his need throbbing... Well, Matt had not found it easy at all to set aside just like that. It had been pervasive, digging into every last little corner of his life and world, and he simply had not been able to resist his burning attraction to his sister.
Whether it was right or wrong was not something Matt was going to consider. In a scenario like that, it simply lost all importance.
Yet, to his surprise, as the app recorded his commands, his sister's expression softened and warmed. Cynthia looked at him in a way she never had done before and sat up a little straighter, bringing her legs under her in a scuffling reorganising of limbs that rumpled up the bedsheets somewhat too. She cocked her head at him, her cheeks lightly pink, and pushed her shoulder blades back. In a way, it was as if she was subtly trying to draw his eyes down to her chest, her shirt draping sensually over her breasts. Even her nipples showed lightly through her shirt, the small peaks questing curiously against the soft fabric.
"Mattie..." She murmured. "Why won't you come over here and sit on me? Are you really going to make me ask for it?"
"Hm?"
He started but was curious enough to cross the distance between them, his mouth dry. Matt sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, although Cynthia wasn't having any of that. With a giggle, she flung her arms around him and dragged him back on to the bed, toppling to the mattress and sheets with a muffled thump.
"Oof -- Cynthia!"
He wasn't trying to stop her in any way, just coming to terms with the shift between them, whatever it turned out to be. She was still her and her actions could well have been innocent, even if Matt didn't at all think they were.
Maybe there really is something to this app?
Matt could only hope, after all, as his sister knelt behind his head, gently combing her fingers through his hair. He hummed quietly, barely a murmur, eyelids fluttering. Oh, that was so relaxing... Almost better than lust, more like...actual love. Caring. Kindness. Those words and more flitted through his head, easing his experience with reality as he let out a long, relieving sigh.
