FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Nearly 5AM.

I’d woken up about half an hour ago and I couldn’t get back to sleep.

I had too much on my mind.

Charles lay sound asleep beside me. If I kept thrashing around, I’d wake him.

So I crept out of bed and slipped into the living room.

The sun was creeping over the horizon. It was hazy and almost “fuzzy” outside, as if the sun had likewise woken up too early.

The house was far enough from the street and the curtains closed enough that I didn’t need to get dressed. I considered whether to take something from the communal underwear basket, but with a small stir of my loins, decided that’d rather just be naked. I like being naked.

I was then brought back to the large empty space, wanting for something to do. Too sleepy to focus, too wound up to relax; I needed something repetitive and calm.

The worktops and table could do with a wipe down. That would do.

I pulled out a dishcloth and wet it from the kitchen sink.

It’s a soothing task, cleaning.

Repetitive. Slow. Sometimes overwhelming, but you could very quickly tell when improvements were made.

I began on the kitchen tops, soon getting lost in my work. Small scraps of food washed neatly aside. Residue from cups and plates wiped away. From dinners and breakfasts with Charles, and sometimes with Larry and Wendell.

The thought of all three of their smiling faces brought forth the same in me, along with a warmth in my gut.

If you asked me when I first came to Seattle if I had a family, I’d tell you I never had one, and I never would. Now I was in a family of four. Loving Charles was scary, but when I started loving Larry and Wendell too, it almost became easier. If loving one man was an unforgivable sin, why not love three?

I stopped still. Why stop at three?

The cooking tops were wet, their cheap wood shiny and wet. I could let them dry naturally.

I stepped around to the dining table. Rubbing the wet cloth too and fro, the cheap old wood starting to shine and darken.

Charles had talked about polyamory. How it was different from polygamy, that it was a romantic partnership created among equals, reflective of the wants and needs of all. That it had it’s challenges compared to the more common pair, but, as he put it, “sometimes love doesn’t come in pairs.”

His faith was keen on polyamory, but against polygamy. He made it very clear that if I didn’t want to be more than just a couple, he wouldn’t pressure it, nor take any hard feelings. But… loving was wonderful on the soul. The family I was born into was built on hate. I suppose it meant I had a lot of pent up love I wanted to give. And Larry and Wendell were very loveable people.

I thought I’d feel jealous the first time I saw Charles kiss Larry, that I’d feel cheated and slighted first time I watched them fuck. But I didn’t. It made me feel warm and fulfilled; my family was growing. It was good. Very, very good.

“Good morning.”

I stopped and turned around.

Charles was stood in the bedroom doorway. Eyes barely open, fur unbrushed and shaggy.

“Morning.” I whispered back.

His eyes moved down my figure, then he fumbled. “Oh… you’re naked.” He said slowly and sleepily. “Sorry, let me-”

“It’s fine.” I smiled. “I like being naked around you.”

Charles grinned. “I like you naked too.” He chuckled slowly.

I watched his paws move down his dishevelled fur to the briefs he wore. While the underwear was communal, we kept track of who’s was technically who’s, only because it was hot when we wore each others. Those were definitely mine.

“I might be naked too.” Charles said, pawing slowly the waistband. “If you don’t mind?”

“Go right ahead.” I smiled.

I watched him slip the briefs to the floor and step out of them.

I turned back to the table and my cloth, starting to wash again.

Now that I had an audience, I wanted to perform. Just a little. Let him see my best side.

I soon felt Charles press gently against my back. His paws gently guided my long tail over his shoulders, then wrapped gently around my waist, his head perched on my shoulder.

“You’re warm.” He whispered.

“So are you.”

“I hate being cold.” He sighed. “Makes me afraid of loosing you.”

“I will always love you.” I replied.

“And I’ll always love you.” Charles smiled, before snuggling in tighter. “But when it’s cold, sometimes I wake up afraid, ‘cause what if you weren’t here at all?” He sighed “They say some things are too good to be true, after all.”

I put down the cloth and turned my head to look over at Charles, his eyes closed, ears stood up and alert. “I woke up really early and couldn’t get back to sleep.” I explained softly. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He smiled and his ears pinned back. “I appreciate you thinking of me.” He whispered. “And I appreciate you cleaning.” He added. “Can I help?”

I closed my eyes and put my hands on his paws. “Just keep holding me.”

Charles purred softly and snuggled in tighter. “I’d be delighted to.”