Furopolis, A prosperous city.
Vast, highly populated, virtually no crime, everyone pretty much cares for everyone, advanced scientifically, and to top it off....no humans.....A city I proudly call home.
The morning began like any other, I yawned, stretched, stripped nude, and headed for the washroom to clean off last nights, festivities. Remembering what happened was always the best part of any celebration.
I remember vividly, the room was full of colleagues and furiends from all over the country of mamillia.
We were all naked.
From what I can remember, I started the party I had in mind. "Come here Lupen...lil' foxy Philomel has a nice surprise for you." I said blushing and giggling. Once he got to me, I began to lick my wolf furiend's sheath. With a gasp, his cock began to slither out of the confines of his sleeve of fur and flesh.
I can remember the taste almost visually, as well as his pungent smell, but I got over that quickly as I started to stroke his member with my tongue, jowls, and muzzle.
Poor Wolfy, he must have not had yiff in some time, it didn't take him very long until he was cumming loads of his tasty seed into my muzzle.
"Well that didn't feed my promiscuous manner." I said if I recall correctly. So I made another furiend of mine come to me, but this time, I raised my foxy tail to expose my cute, tight tail hole, balls, and already erect fox shaft for him.
My other furiend was an equine fellow, with a twenty inch long, 2 inch thick flared cock. I wanted it in me deep, so I did as such.
I felt the flare of his cock head push against my pretty pink tail hole as it grew with the pleasure, then he slowly stuffed his ever growing horse cock into me inch after ever pleasing inch. As his whole member filled my tail hole with his equine warmth he pumped me like a balloon. I wished my other wolf furiend to come to me again, when he did, I began to suck his cock once again.
Everyone began to get into it, and in no time an orgy of furry furiends began. All genders, all species, all different sizes, different ages, a diverse fluffy fucking. And I was the star attraction.
As I was lost in my naughty thoughts, I fapped as if I had a demon in my cock. My holophone began to speak a familiar voice to me. "Philomel.....if you keep masturbating randomly over dirty thoughts, you're going to be late for your latest seminar.....you NEED to be ready. We leave in an hour" she sounded serious, "Alright Rel...I'll be down ASAP!"
I got out of the shower; I looked like a drowned rat, more like a drowned fox. I dried off, groomed and brushed myself, combed my head fur, and put in my signature hair ties, a symbol of mine, besides my purple lensed glasses.
I put on my favorite garb for the occasion, my lucky sleeveless turtleneck, over that was my red velvet overcoat. It was easy to see that I was ubber stylish!
Damn I just noticed I've neglected to mention how I have all these nice things, a loft home on a tower that I own, a sleek set of clothes, and a secretary like Relique, who as well is my closest furiend and sister.
Well it's obvious actually, I'm a Billionaire, you can say part of it is kind of from inheritance, if you count taking over your late mothers company as inheritance.
You see I work in an industry that is very much needed in an instinctive world like Pangious; I make machines and toys solely for the purpose of yiff......Now back the story.
Down in the lobby of "Y Tower" my home and personal laboratory, I saw lovely Relique waiting for me. I may be gay but her beauty always struck me. And I've seen many pretty kitties.
"Alright Relique, to the parking garage we go?" I asked weaving my tail from side to side. "Yep, your hovercraft is waiting on the first floor of the garage Philomel, could I drive?", "Well I pay you to do that you know, hehe..." we both laughed together as we walked to my hovercraft. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander outside, the city we lived in was always beautiful to me, I couldn't tell if it was because my family name, the anthroas, helped build it, or because it was just so clean and shiny....
"Here it is...ready to go?....Philomel?" I snapped back to reality again, I had a bad habit of doing that a lot, getting lost in thought, in other words, I was a workaholic. "Oh...heh...yeah I'm ready Rel." Relique looked at me concerned a bit, "you alright brother?" I looked at her and smiled, she called me brother, I always smiled when she called me that, even when I was depressed or having a bad day. "Yes sister, everything is fine."
"Well then WERE OFF!" Relique yelled with gusto. The vehicle we were riding in was my favorite, sleek, convertible, and best of all, it was my favorite color, blue...the color of my eyes "say Relique is my 'you know what' all ready and set up at the convention center?" Relique smirked her reply "got the call this morning...","which means?" I asked stupidly. "It means...duh.....it's ready...silly." We laughed again.
"Hey Philomel...", "yes Rel? "Could I turn on the radio?" I smiled to her "sure of course you're the one driving." She switched on the radio, Relique had it on the Electro station, a very bouncy and upbeat station, and not one furry I know can deny the sensual and hypnotic powers of electro....not even me. But my mind was on other things.
Relique drove the hovercraft to our destination listening contently to the rhythmic beats of her music.
I couldn't help but smile and giggle as she bobbed and weaved her head. Her kitty whiskers bounced to the music. for some reason it made me remember the first time I met Relique, when we were still little bitty cubs, and a time my mother, Margret Anthroa, was still alive and well....It hurt to remember my mother, I barely remember her....
I was with my mother at the time, that day I remembered was the first time she ever took me to the laboratory she owned in southern part of town, today it has been shut down for reasons I don't want talk about.
My mom began to talk to her partner Ira, who coincidentally brought her cub too. I was lost in my childish thoughts, when I saw her peeking behind her mother's legs.
"H-hello.....who are you?" I said blushing, "R...Relique."
I giggled "Relique?...that's a funny name, then again I'm one to talk, I'm Philomel." She pulled back a bit more behind her mother, "I know..." she said, shy.
"Wow....how did you know before I told you?" She pulled back all the way behind her mother hiding herself more. "OH come on tell me.....wait huh where'd you go?" she disappeared from behind her mother's legs to places unknown. I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned with a shock, my tail fluffed up. She was behind me without me knowing it. "I'm magic...that's how I knew.", "magic?! Wow.....cool!" we smiled together...
"Were here Philomel....the Furopolis Convention Center." I snapped back to reality again, and gazed at the large dome like center. This convention center was built by my company as well "Hey Relique...do you remember anything else on me besides my name?" Relique looked perplexed, it took some time for her to know what I was talking about, then it clicked "Oh...ha-ha...your favorite food is nothing, and when you were born, you didn't cry, you giggled..." I laughed, "Yeah....I did didn't I." I smiled as we entered.
The convention center was scene of controlled chaos, for it was the annual YC in Furopolis, which stands for Yiff Convention. The hustle and bustle of the con was prominent as many furs bought their lubes, yiff toys, porno flicks, comics, literature, and other naughty things. Furries of many species gathering for a common interest, was something even the humans could have respected.
It was all fine and dandy until one fur caught whiff of me and alerted himself and many around him.
"OHH, HOLY!!!! You're Philomel Anthroa, Yiff toy supreme!!!" he said with much happiness.
It didn't take long until others crowded around me, wanting me to autograph things from books, to toys, to breasts, to cocks....Why cocks?...I'll never know....
It took some doing, but I was able to talk and weave myself out of there without much trouble. Even though the mob still wanted me to autograph things that I would not mind doing more to in private.
"Damn I'm going to be late, where is the seminar room?" I said to myself, Relique looked perplexed as well, the convention center was huge after all. It took some pride swallowing, but I asked a random fur passing by if he knew.
"Hello yes, sir! Could you point me in the right direction?! I'm looking for the seminar room!" I had to yell, everyone seemed to talk all at once in this con. "Da semen bar room?!....Damn dis cons got everything! But sorry fella I can't help ya!" I face pawed at his answer and politely corrected hi,. "No!...the SEMINAR room, not semen bar!" Relique was giggling her whiskers off from the semen bar comment. Thankfully the wolf knew where that room was and pointed me in the right direction.
"Thank you sir, you helped Philomel and I." The wolf's eyes popped out from his head in surprise, "Your Philomel? The Philomel?" I groaned at Relique for saying my name. "Yes....I'm the great Philomel..." We said our awkward goodbyes and walked separate ways.
"Just the nick of time sis!" I said to Relique who was smiling behind me nodding.
I got in there with enough time to clip on my microphone and get back stage. "you're on in one minute Mr. Anthroa." a con staff associate told me...I cleared my throat and mentally prepared myself for the applause apparent to come, with the time remaining, I dreamt off again.
I saw my audience, yelling my name, loving me with all their hearts, like they knew me from their own families. Once I got on the stage I unveiled my newest machine, the crowd got silent, and their smiles became frowns as they begin to scorn me for something I did. Then suddenly a swat of a strong paw hit.
It snapped me out of that reality. "That was merely day dream" I said convincing myself "only fictitious."
"Alright get out there Mr. Philomel.....I love your stuff by the way." the associate told me with his tail wagging.
As my first foot paw reached out to the front stage, the crowd began their applause for me. The group was about a hundred, maybe two hundred furries. Many genders, species, and even ages, no cubs of course....but they were in for a surprise soon. I just hope nothing bad really happens.
"Ladies and Gents, Wolves and Bunnies, your old furiend Philomel, HAS DONE IT AGAIN!" the crowd grew louder after my first comment finished.
"I come to bring you two things, one: a brand new machine for yiff, and two: an important announcement." the crowd grew silent as they listened and viewed to what I had to say and what I had to show.
"Gaze upon this, a tarp....it's..." I was abruptly interrupted by a sleek black wolf .
" I KNOW!....the tarp has a special fluid in its stitching that makes any fur horny when touched!" the crowd laughed. I only looked at him perplexed "Umm....no....not really....but that's a good idea, now if you don't mind, could I continue?" the wolf blushed embarrassed, and sat back down.
"now the tarp is not the thing I wanted to show, THIS IS" as the tarp fell off of the machine it covered up, the luster almost blinded the crowd and I...someone polished it a bit too much before I got there. After all our eyes focused, we saw a machine that seemed simple looking in style. But knowing me, and they did, even my simple designs had quite a bit of kick to them. The machine itself was a keyboard, a lever, a computer apparatus, a screen, and a large strange looking apparatus that was latched to the wall.
"This is F.A.M. which stands for Fetish Application Machine. You input any orthodox, or even taboo fetish your heart desires, and the integrated network it works on will do the fetish for you, or help you to do so." the crowd let out ooos and ahhs all around the room.
"So is anyone interested in seeing this thing in action?" I smirked as I asked. A chorus of zippers unzipping became very audible to me. It made me giggle to myself. From the look of things, even Relique backstage was getting into it a bit, which was kind of creepy for fact that I consider her my sister.
I went to the computer module and keyboard and imputed what fetish I wished to do upon myself.
"Hmmm, tentacle yiff, who wants to see that?" all raised their paws. "Alright, I'll do just that then" I inputted the fetish I desired and pulled down the lever, the apparatus above began to wiz and buzz as it began to process the request. "TENTACLES.....EXCELLENT CHOISE YOUNG MASTER....." F.A.M. said as hatches and doors on the apparatus began to open up for exposing the tentacles.
I pulled down my pants, with tail raised to show my tail hole to the crowed while the tentacles got ready to yiff it. The crowd would be able to see all the action.
Large tentacles exposed themselves to the audience and me through the hatches on the apparatus. They began their assault on me without hesitation. It started by the grabbing of my torso and hoisting me into the air by a tentacle, two others brought my arms behind by back to keep me from using my paws, then my legs were grabbed by two other tentacles, spread apart, and pushed up exposing my tasty tail hole more and more to the audience.
My ass was first, as one of the largest tentacles pushed against my pretty pink tail hole trying to get its girth into me. I purposely didn't let it in me for some time to both create suspense, and desire among my audience. But as soon as I let loose for one moment, it pushed into me without any problems, causing an almost titanic surge of pleasure into my senses, making me moan loudly. My maw opened from the moaning, the second largest tentacle went into my muzzle with its chance. My cock swelled bigger with every pump till it reached its peak, the knot began to grow from to full size as well. With both my holes filled by the artificial tentacles, I turned my head enough to see my loving audience, they loved what they saw. They were really getting into little lusty me.
Ten minutes passed. I let it go on for that long so everyone could be spent. As I came my load all over the floor below, I saw that the crowd came as well, not simultaneously, of course.
When I was finished the tentacles knew. They set me down gently, as my cock deflated, I watched as my audience cleaned themselves, "ohh my....did I do that?" the crowd laughed at my joke. If a product made for yiff does that to an audience of that magnitude, you know the product will sell.
"Now with that said." I put back on my pants. "I need everyone's attention for this announcement of mine, it's a bit more serious than yiffy." The audience stared, quiet, attentive, and curious to what I had to say.
"About three years ago, I went to the Furopolis Grand Counsel with an idea that has been debated for that same amount of time, only a month ago did we reach an understanding, and the agreement was struck."
The crowd looked confused, but still was listening.
"The age for legal yiff has changed here in the city of Furopolis." some gasped with ears pointed up to hear the rest. "It was originally the traditional age of eighteen, now it is thirteen." A chorus of gasps was prominent, as they wanted to hear more, they were excited, positive or negative reaction didn't matter anymore to me.
"Let me explain, you see, eighteen is a very old age for yiff. Thirteen year olds begin to have that urge for yiff, regardless of gender or species. So they never can legally yiff until they are a legal adult of Furopolis, so why not reduce the age, so they may get it out of their systems. That way, they can be happy, loving, and less irritable. That and they won't commit crimes trying to do it at the young age of thirteen anymore."
The crowd fell silent as they thought about my explanation. Soon after tiny conversations began to break the silence as they started to understand what I was trying to go for.
Only one husky male stood up, angered at my announcement and confronted me about it. "So.....you're telling me that, when my little nine year old pup of a son turns thirteen, he can start yiffing with the big boys? Just like that?!"
I looked to him perplexed at his obvious questions. "Well.....in a matter of speaking, yes....Yes it does....why you ask?"
The husky man began to walk away from his seat and to the stage, "Then I've got a few choice things for ya, Mr. Philomel.", "Hmm?.....what do you mean" I became confused as to what was wrong but I didn't seem too good.
As he approached the stage I raised concern. "OI!.....this stage is off limits to the audience, if you want to use F.A.M. you have to wait with everyone else." He gave me a snarling look as he didn't listen. He approached me and said in almost a whisper something that I will never forget. "This is for my son, you monster..." At first I didn't understand, then he punched me in the gut with one massive paw, I got the picture then. "Now here's what I got for you...you sick fuck!" as he kept me down on the floor, he pulled a knife out, a big one.
"I didn't think anyone would have or use one of these!" I thought to myself, but then I remembered that this town is virtually without crime, there were still weapons out there.
I couldn't believe it, I was staring down the point of a blade, and the end was near. I saw Relique running to me from backstage tears rolling down her cheeks, but it was too late, she didn't make it before tragedy struck. The audience was stunned, shocked, and screaming.
The blade tore into the thin flesh of my neck, I could feel the blood spurt from my jugular vein. The blade was cold. All I could hear from the audience as my head span from the lack of blood was their screams of terror, their king of yiff was dying after all.
"It won't be long now" I thought to myself, death was near...
Then the crowd stopped screaming. They were in awe, even my murderer was amazed, it was miraculous then I was amazed too. All my blood began to seep back into me elastically, like it were jelly. I touched it, it felt like honey being sucked in by a vacuum cleaner...and it felt funny as the blood seeped back into its confines of my neck. I stood back up in confusion and fear, brushed off the dust from the floor, and gave the husky a scornful look.
"APPREHEND THAT HUSKY FOR 'Attempted Murder' !!!" It sounded cool to me....leave me alone....
About half an hour passed after the authorities took the husky away in cuffs to jail. It was an understatement to say I was relieved. I saw Relique come in, she was crying a bit still...and so was I when I saw her. "Oh Rel...My sister! It was so scary! I thought they would all be happy for their children with my announcement...I never think things through!" Relique and I hugged still crying a tad.
"Thank you Rel....you saved my life....I owe it to you." Relique smiled a bit "C'mon, be professional.....Wait you think I did it?" I looked to her with tears rolling down my eyes still. "What do you mean I think? I know. Who else would have?"
"It.....wasn't me Philomel....." She said with fear in her eyes.