Furry Knight Heat! 5!
The exciting conclusion, starring a goat!
Your heart was pounding as you paced impatiently around your room at the inn.
It was understandable, as your wedding was soon. Tomorrow, in fact.
However, getting hitched to not one, not two, not even three, but four beautiful furry girls was causing even more anxiety.
Worse yet, you weren't allowed to do your usual de-stressing procedure, as you were forbidden from interacting with your future wives in that manner while the wedding was being set up.
The combined efforts of their families, the knights, and the girls themselves meant you had little to do for the process except get yourself fitted for the groom's outfit.
And, so, your night before the big day was now being spent trying to pass the time so it could finally happen.
With a long and drawn-out exhale, you decided to try something different method. Perhaps some night air would do you some good.
The cool wind was working to de-stress you, but still, there was something that felt off. It kind of felt like you had forgotten something. But everything involving the wedding was being taken care of by everyone else, so it couldn't be that, could it?
While you were lost pondering, you suddenly felt a strange presence behind you.
“Trouble sleeping? I figured you of all people would have no problem falling asleep, what with how carefree you are." It was a voice you hadn't heard in a long time.
Yael, the self-proclaimed Wind Incarnate.
When you excitedly turned around to face her, you saw she was wearing her typical bandit gear, with her hood down and mask off. Her cream-colored hair hung down to her neck, with her long, curved horns protruding from her head. Her snow-white fur contrasted with the dark colors of her outfit, and disguised how friendly she really was. The last thing you noticed was how her yellowish eyes with their horizontal pupils stared back at you, expecting a response of some kind.
Instantly, you brightened up. “Yael-chan!" You moved to hug her, only to be denied.
“I thought I told you you're not allowed to call me that." She huffed, cocking her hips.
“Sorry." You apologized. “What are you doing here?"
“I saw you pacing around so much, it looked like you were going to burn a hole through the floor. Figured it was a good idea to check on you."
You sheepishly scratched the back of your head. “Sorry, I'm just anxious about tomorrow."
“Tomorrow? What's happening tomorrow?"
“I'm getting married."
Yael jumped. “What? You? Married?" She incredulously asked.
“Yeah, it's weighing heavily on me. I just never thought the day before would be so stressful. You don't realize how it feels until you're in the middle of it, you know?"
The goat stepped forward, lending a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Ah, well I'm starting to get what you're feeling. Just remember, that at the end of this, you'll get to see the smile on your bride's face, and you can look forward to spending the rest of your days with her." You never figured that Yael would be so sentimental.
“Er… that's the other thing. There's four brides."
Yael just silently stared back, the sense of understanding from her washing away. She let go of your shoulder, then walked a few paces away and tented her hands together. “I am going to regret asking this, but how?"
Some sort of madness must have been possessing you, as you just blurted out “Joana came to me while in heat, we mated, and I reassured her afterwards that I would marry her. Then I approached Safia and Levana individually as I wanted to marry them as well. Natania surprise attacked me when I went back to work after I though the heat cycle was over, but I managed to reverse the situation on her."
Wide-eyed, Yael was transfixed upon you. You would completely understand if she decided to just leave right then and there.
Instead, however, she sat down on your bed.
She patted the mattress. “Come, sit."
Obliging her, you cautiously sat down beside her.
What felt like minutes passed before you decided to speak up. “Look, I know you're probably pretty mad…" A glance at her face proved your guess was correct. “… But I'll freely admit I'm selfish for going through with this."
Rather than take another look at Yael, you locked your head forward and continued to ramble. “I'm selfish for being unable to choose just one girl to love. Everyone I've met since I arrived here has been so special to me in their own way… I just couldn't."
“Joana and Safia helped me realize my purpose here. Natania gave me a place to work, and Levana has been so supportive to me. And you… you're a good friend and…" You trailed off. Why were you including Yael alongside the girls that would be your wives? Were you trying to piss her off?
You stood up. “N-nevermind. You probably have something better to do than visit my wedding. You can leave and-“
Both of Yael's hands gripped your arm, though not in a threatening manner. Gasping in surprise, you looked back to see that she had changed from her disapproving gaze to a softer one.
“Think I'll stay for the moment." The thieving caprine seemed to have changed her tune for whatever reason.
“Do you want to talk still?" You asked. “Sorry I don't have much else here to occupy you with."
Yael didn't say anything for a moment. “I'll think about it." Still gripping your arm, she gently pulled you back onto the bed. “Let's just sit together for a while. I still want to think for a bit."
You obliged her, figuring that keeping things calm would be better.
It felt like forever since you had felt this calm. It was strange how quickly the turnaround was from how panicked you were with Yael minutes earlier.
Yael rested her head on your shoulder, having finally released your arm from her grip.
“Do you remember when we first met? When I thought I had stolen your kebabs, but I ended up with the trash you were going to throw away?"
You replied that of course you remembered.
“I didn't think much of you until you broke the curse on my armor that same day." She chuckled, recalling the embarrassing moment.
“Heh, and you had to keep coming to me because of those persistent monsters." You said wistfully.
She sighed, “I suppose you'll be busy, what with having four wives to preoccupy your time."
“I guess."
“Too busy to help those with curses that need breaking?"
“I would hope not! My blacksmith job is still a priority, and something that I wholeheartedly put myself into."
You felt the goat head move as she scoffed at that last part. “Yeah, right. You're still interested in 'fluffing' any girls that happen to get cursed, aren't you?"
“Guilty as charged." You muttered. Truthfully, you were never going to be satisfied by just the fluff of your four wives' fluff.
Hold on. Were you implying something to yourself?
Yael was pretty, but… you weren't in love with her, right?
Staring at her again, you thought about how little time you had spent with her compared to the others. You'd yet to even write anything down about what she liked. In fact, you hadn't even gotten the chance to give her a single gift,
And yet, you could still tell that yes, despite it all, there was still a spark of attraction for her dormant in you.
If it was at all mutual, tonight would be your last chance to act on it.
You excused yourself so that you could get up. With an expression of disappointment, the goat relented.
Walking over to your storage box, you opened it to find your stockpile of random gifts you'd amassed. Since the girls long since stopped accepting gifts from you, this collection had been steadily growing, leaving you with things you'd had no use for.
Out of the magically preserved items, you picked out a handful of the mysterious plants that none of the girls seemed to ever like very much and approached Yael.
“Oh? For me?" She seemed genuinely touched by the gesture and happily took the plants.
She then promptly stuffed them into her mouth, chewing slowly.
You just stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. What that the purpose of the plants? Were they supposed to be food all along?
She finished with a gulp and looked very pleased with the gift. “Thank you!" She said in a sing-song manner. When she needed her armor broken, she would be grateful, but never this happy before. This felt like the first time you'd seen this side of her.
Dare you say it, she was cute.
And unfortunately, you dared to say it.
“You're cute."
She visibly winced. You just had to blow it, didn't you?
“Heh, you should know that sort of flattery won't work on me!" Yael proudly declared, hand on her chest.
Still, she looked mighty pleased by it. Perhaps you could press your luck.
“No really, it's true. You've shown me several shades of yourself, but I don't think you've ever acted like this around me before." You halted yourself momentarily as a long dormant thought had crossed your mind. She had only brought it up once, but it made another line she casually said make a lot more sense.
“Hang on… Yael, what is your relationship with Levana?" She had mentioned being approached to join the knights for some sort of scouting position and seemed to brighten up after your original fluffing session with her when you mentioned knowing your horse bride.
Yael looked surprised that you made the connection. “O-oh, well, it's a bit of a personal story…"
“You don't have to-“
“No, it's something I can share with a friend. We knew each other when we were children. Our parents were friends and we visited each other's estates frequently, even learned from the same instructor. My family used to be quite rich, you see."
This came as a shock to you. Levana had never much as mentioned knowing Yael personally, though she always conveniently avoided talking about the thief when the topic came up.
The white caprine continued. “However, my father ran afoul of a spiteful rival, who proceeded to forge evidence of a conspiracy with my father as the leader. He was wrongfully imprisoned and most of our wealth was taken from us."
The painfulness of the memory made her stop for a spell to seethe before she went on.
“Father's bail was too high for us to pay off with our depleted funds. With my mother and I on a timer before we found ourselves destitute, I picked the only option that made sense to me: robbery."
It would seem things were starting to fall into place.
“To make things brief, using my physical skills, I stole small things like wallets and produce, all the way up to coffers and crates. Naturally, my exploits didn't go unnoticed by the knights, and Levana was the one to realize who I was. Needless to say, she was upset, though she understood my plight and offered me a job. Obviously I refused, though now I didn't have a guaranteed way out if I got caught again. I haven't spoken with her directly since, but I would still like to."
Getting all that off her chest must have been difficult. Now you had a full understanding of Yael and her situation.
“Now it all makes sense." You said. “I understand why you weren't interested in discussing your background with me before."
“It's something I'd only discuss with a friend."
“Makes you getting mad at me earlier make sense too. You were upset about only just now hearing Levana was getting married."
Her white fur bristled as she tensed up again. “… Yeah."
The moment would have become uncomfortable had you not decided to pipe up beforehand.
“I still meant what I said. You're cute – attractive, even."
Matching your gaze, Yael stared intently at you. She seemed to be figuring out what you were leading up to already.
“With your permission, I wouldn't be opposed to… marrying you too."
The goat silently nodded once, before standing up. She stepped several paces away from the bed. For a moment, you were worried she wasn't going to go for it, but instead she wordlessly began to remove every piece of her armor.
Once she was down to her undergarments with her discarded armor in a pile beside her, she turned back around to face you.
She crossed her arms underneath her bust, aware of how your gaze was soaking in her soon to be exposed sections.
“Please don't make me regret doing this, human."
Yael had been laid across the bed nervously, still awaiting your next move.
“Now don't get the w-wrong idea, I'm only doing this for the opportunity for money and to see Levana again." She murmured, probably to convince herself of what she was about to commit to.
Gingerly, you approached her, having stripped yourself down too. With a deliberate movement, your hands gripped her firm breasts, eliciting a sharp wheeze from the caprine.
Her reaction reminded you of Levana. That being said, just because it was her first time didn't mean you weren't going to have some fun with her first.
You slipped your hands underneath the plain brown bra she wore, lifting it and unveiling her bare breasts and soft pink nipples.
Yael blushed at you jumping straight to her breasts, but didn't protest.
Unable to resist some tempting mischief, you then began wagging your fingers against her nipples. This made her gasp and lightly moan in response.
Chuckling to yourself, you stopped, causing the furry girl to look at you, wondering why you stopped.
Due to being the one in charge, you cupped her chin as you leaned in to touch your lips to hers. She was taken aback by this, but didn't resist, closing her eyes as you kissed. You could still taste the earthy flavor of the plant on her lips.
Just as soon as you had, you parted from her, ready for the next part of foreplay. Yael didn't seem to mind as much though, as she smiled briefly before returning to a neutral look of anticipation.
An idea crossed your mind, which you decided to use.
“I want you to masturbate for me." You instructed her.
Taken aback somewhat, Yael didn't complain however, and silently reached her hand down her panties. She rubbed her privates with an accompanying sound of grunting and panting. Her hand stretched her underwear as she picked up the pace, inserting her fingers into her rapidly dampening pussy.
With her other hand, she gripped her breast, alternating between squeezing and pulling on her already hard nipple.
As she soon sped up, she shook herself into the bedding, gyrating her hips in an attempt to entrance you.
Tossing her head backwards, the goat squealed in pleasure as she reached climax. Her panties were now soaked with her own juices, and she released her arms from their positions, tired, but not limp.
Neither of you needed to say a word, you knew what came next.
As you removed her panties, just how much she came sank in from how much her fur glistened with wetness.
Removing your trousers, your cock sprang forth upright and ready.
You held her hips and steadily inserted yourself into her pussy. The added wetness made the process much easier.
With a comfortable amount of your length in side, you had already begun the act of moving yourself in and out of her hole.
“Ahh-hahh" Moaned Yael, who despite the pain of losing her maidenhead was already enjoying herself.
“Hehe, any other sensitive spots I should know about?" You whispered.
“Myyy horns?"
Obliging, you gently rubbed her horns. Though there was no noticeable feedback of the erotic kind, Yael still seemed happy to have you touch her there.
Already making love like a couple, your body heat was making you perpetrate. She was too, but the low lighting as well as her light fur made it hard to tell.
Though, as you were thinking this, it was Yael's turn to catch you off guard, as with surprising strength, she pulled you close to her, letting your chest rub against her fluffiness.
Up close to her, you could feel the thumping of her heartbeat and the lovely timbre of her soft gasps.
It was so romantic.
The atmosphere of this experience was causing your brain to reach a state of euphoria. Something like this hadn't happened with the other girls. Perhaps it was elation from becoming intimate with the last girl you personally knew here. That desire of yours for the fluff was consistent, but not insatiable, it seemed.
You felt invigorated enough to start to speed up your movements. Your worries and concerns about tomorrow were slipping away.
You felt your own lips touch hers for the briefest of moments before you both reflexively pulled away.
Your climaxes were coming.
Low moans resonated through the bedroom; your faces being heated by each other's hot breaths.
And at last, the heavenly feeling of release came as the two of you did. The sticky fluids that came from you both splashed across the bed sheets.
Your energies spent, you collapsed right on top of her, Yael's arms falling limply to the bed.
Your face felt very warm. As you turned your head towards the source, a bright light shined onto your closed eyes, so you turned away again. It was evident that what you intended to be only a short rest had turned into sleep that took the entire night.
Yael meanwhile was completely absent from the room. None of her clothes were here either. The only hint that she had been there were the flecks of the plant that had flitted out of her mouth when she was chewing it.
It seemed she didn't want to marry you after all. Saddened, you made your preparations for the wedding you had been so worried about previously.
You pulled at your suit's collar and cuffs. Though it had already been fitted perfectly for you, the material hadn't been 'broken in' yet, as it were, and wasn't especially comfortable yet.
Still, this was the special day for you and your brides, so it was relatively minor, all things considered.
Closing your eyes, you gathered your courage in front of the mirror.
“Nice suit."
You whipped around towards the voice. It was Yael, but in an outfit other than her bandit gear for once. She was wearing a wedding dress with parts of the skirt torn off and jagged.
“You actually came." You'd said in a mixture of relief and surprise.
She scoffed. “Of course. Couldn't miss my own wedding, could I?"
“Probably stole that dress, didn't you?"
Yael huffed, turning her head to the side. “You try getting a dress in your size on such short notice."
“You'd better get down to the altar, won't be much longer."
“Yeah, yeah." She murmured, though she still grinned as she was exiting. “Thank you, human, even though I've comparatively known you for a much shorter time than the others."
Alone once again, you continued to mentally prepare yourself.
Wouldn't be long. Wouldn't be long.
The knot in your stomach was tightening. You saw your future wives, minus one, waiting patiently on one side of the altar. Joana, Safia, Levana, and Natania. Each looked stunning in their dresses.
Filling the pews were various people you didn't recognize: an older fox couple, a refined horse couple with two well-built stallions flanking them, and a scarred mountain of a bull with a plump and joyful looking cow beside him with a preteen female calf accompanying them. The girl's families, aside from Safia of course.
Filling the other seats were some familiar faces from the knights. It looked like everyone from the local branch was here.
Making your way down the aisle, you could feel the judging stares of the parents. Joana had already put the fear of hers into you, you didn't need two more sets on top of that.
At last, you reached the altar standing across from the girls. An elderly bear priest emerged from the back area and took his place as the organist began to play.
“WAIT! Hold on!" a voice cried out over the blaring pipes. Confused, the organist stopped as everyone looked towards the front door of the chapel.
It was Yael, currently running as best she could in her customized dress towards you.
Levana looked shocked to see her friend joining in, while Safia and Joana shot you a matching pair of dirty looks. Meanwhile, Natania just laughed.
As Yael took her place among them, the priest awkwardly cleared his throat, and the music started back up again, with it reaching the end this time. At the conclusion, the priest began his speech for the ceremony.
Silently, you listened to him drone on about the strength of love or something. You weren't sure if this was at all like the ones back on earth.
He talked about the accomplishments of the girls and you, though he unsurprisingly had little to say about the late arrival.
At last, he wounded down to vows. He started by turning to the girls.
“Do you, Joana, Safia, Levana, Natania, and, er…"
“Yael."
“… Yael, accept this man as your husband, and promise to share him equally amongst yourselves and too love him until the end of days?"
Each of them said their 'I do' sequentially.
The priest then turned his attention to you.
“And do you, hyoo-man, take each of them as your wives, and vow to treat them with love and kindness in equal measure?"
“I do."
“Then by the power vested in me, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. I pronounce you husband and wives."
You stepped forward toward your fluffy lovers. The priest finished off with one last line.
“You may now kiss the brides."
And so you did to each of them, with clapping erupting from the pews. You couldn't be happier.
However, one thought was still bugging you.
Did nobody tell the priest your actual name?
The reception had gone in the blink of an eye, the meeting of the families went surprisingly well, and the sun was down. You and your new wives had gone back to Levana's estate for the honeymoon.
Yael and Levana hugged, finally having a moment to reunite in peace.
“I didn't expect you'd be this happy to see me again. Like, I thought you'd be at least upset." Yael said, resting her chin on Levana's shoulder.
“Still am. But… that job offer still stands." The knight captain replied. Yael pulled away from the hug, giving her friend a misty-eyed look, before throwing herself back into the embrace.
The other three were a different story entirely.
“Already, fess up. Who is she?" Joana demanded.
“She used to be friends with Levana before having to become a thief." You hastily replied.
“Is she the one who stole those veggie skewers I bought?" Safia growled. She seemed pretty upset to be reminded of that.
“Probably. She tried stealing kebabs from me when we first met."
Upon hearing that, her tail twitched intermittently, and her eyes narrowed. Safia hated losing her food, though growing up an orphan would probably make anyone value food highly.
You decided to try and reassure her. “Well, with all of us together, she's not going to be stealing anyone's food anytime soon."
In response, you received a little 'Hmph!' in acknowledgement from the cat, which was good enough.
Natania, who up until now had been observing in silence, decided to speak up. “As long as she keeps out of trouble, she's fine with me."
For now, that would have to do. It was time to refocus back on the honeymoon.
The girls congregated in a semicircle around you. Without warning, you wrapped your arms as far as they could go around them, pulling them together, letting yourself be immersed in their combined fluffiness.
Safia sighed. “You are so predictable."
You heard Natania laugh, causing her breasts to shake against your head. “If he wasn't, we wouldn't be together like this.“
Levana was next to talk. “I suppose it's time."
It was Yael's turn to speak up. “Will there be enough room?"
Finally, Joana spoke. “Everything's been arranged, don't worry. He, on the other hand…"
You looked up to see a mischievous smirk plastered on each girl's face.
“It's our turn to 'fluff' you." They said simultaneously.
HAPPY END
FLUFFY FOREVER