The following story contains sex and anthromorphism (furries). If you don't like it, get out! If you are not of a legal age to view it, follow the guy who just left ;) By reading this, you automatically agree to take responsibility for your own actions. Enjoy.

Background/legal bullshit: "Real Yiff" is a series of stories which are a parody of the HBO series entitled "Real Sex". I, the author of "Real Yiff", do not have anything to do with the HBO "Real Sex" series at all, aside from the fact that I will drop everything and watch it even if it's a really old episode that I've seen 99 times.

Real Yiff

"The Pink Panthress"

In red light district of a large city, there is a cathedral that dominates all of the other buildings in that area. It is called The Pink Panthress. We zoom in on a pink neon sign that has been erected in place of a religious icon that once graced the top of this still very beautiful architecture. The sign depicts a nude, coyly smiling panthress, with her arms spread as if to comfort and welcome all furs in from the cold unyielding grey of the city that surrounds her.

The outside of the building has been repainted in less subtle tones of pink and decorated with erotic statues and a luminous and grand fountain. The fountain depicts a six breasted lactating feline goddess, surrounded by a halfcircle of drinking and bathing stone worshippers, their supple breasts forever bouncing as they lean in joyously to worship the life that is constantly pouring from the goddess's enormous tits.

The front door of the cathedral swings opened and we are greeted by the mistress of the house, a kittenlike feline, whose 7 inch pumps only serve to accentuate the petite sexiness of her form. She stands with a paw on her hip and allows the audience at home to enjoy a sweeping view of her tiny pink sparkling bikini-type costume. Tiny triangles of fabric stretch over her ample breasts, clinging tightly to the velvety short blue-grey fur that covers her form. Her long headfur is dyed a blazing pink color. Her panties are adorned with tiny bells, which jingle lightly as she turns to show the us into The Pink Panthress, revealing the thong back that allows her toned kitty asscheeks to bounce slightly as she struts ahead of the camera. The o-shape that holds her tail is studded with jewels that shine in the modest lighting of the archway. The camera follows her in...

She speaks over her shoulder as she glides effortlessly in the impossibly spiked heels, "Hello, I am Pinky and this is The Pink Panthress" she says in a very heavy french accent. She gestures to the small round stages that replace the usual lines of pews in a church, one at a time. "These are some of my dancers. They are Asia..." (An undulating bobcat waves a claw as she dances on the nearest of the stages) "... Tina and Mika... "(two domestic long haired felines who are sliding against one another on the second closest stage)"...Monique" (a panthress) "...Lacy..." (a tigress) "...Amber..." ( a honey colored short hair cat) ... She continues to introduce several dancing felines as she walks down the aisle that runs between the two rows of stages. Each stage is surrounded by admiring furs, both male and female, who wave money at the dancing cats.

The lights become slightly brighter as we are walked through a wall of smoke that obcures the back half of the building. Pinky, although nearly completely invisible in the fog is still close and speaking. "I first purchased this cathedral fifteen years ago... and no I am not going to tell you my age." She giggles as she leads us out of the smoke and into a giant hall filled with furs. Some of them are dressed in S/M costume, leading their submissives about by leashes or cockchains. Most of them are partially or entirely nude. "Anyway, it was a run-down relic, the worshippers pushed out long ago by the creation of the red-light district. They were going to knock it down, but I could see the beauty in it. I wanted to make The Pink Panthress beautiful again... I have done a good job, no?"

Most of the furs around us are grouped into clusters; some of them yiffing or watching others do so. Many crawl over the beautiful furniture that is scattered throughout the establishment, others are sprawled on the plush and luxurious carpetting. They part respectfully before Pinky, some of them reaching out adoringly to touch her paws and breasts. She pauses graciously as one fox submissive, led by a leash, crawls forward on all fours to lick her feet. The dominant, also a fox, kisses Pinky's paw and whispers something to her, illiciting a giggle and blush. "He has just informed me that it is around the time for my next show, and I am feeling very ready to begin. I have many regulars that come here, we are like family."

Pinky looks at the camera and winks before climbing the stairs to the main stage and waving happily to the many furs that come to stand close to the stage. Most of the creatures who have been clusterfucking or engaging in other games come to the stage for a break or sit on couches and watch. Pinky blows a kiss and a cheer goes up.

The stage has a very low bed in the rear center, with a mirror covering the wall behind it. Two large screens, centered on the stage turn on to give a closer look to those in the back. The little feline waves again as some music starts and she begins to dance slowly around the stage, beckoning any shy newcomers to come closer from the back of the room to enjoy the show. She falls to all fours and crawls slowly, dragging her body on her front paws, as her tail twitches to the deep bass of the music. She hisses and rolls to the side, grabbing a bar and climbing up it expertly, before sliding down in a spiral and sinking into a little ball of taut muscle and sweaty fur.

She rolls head over heels and ends standing, before letting herself fall dramatically back down, as if struck. Then she grabs and holds one heel-clad footpaw up to her head and lays on her tummy as she arches her back and undulates like a snake. Each muscle ripples below her short fur and some members of the audience have begun to touch themselves as they lean towards the stage lovingly.

Pinky continues to dance as she removes her top, letting her full breasts fall one at a time. She licks her breasts and purrs very loudly. As the crowd gazes on, enrapt, she slides her panties down and tosses them in to the crowd with a flick of her tail. The dominant fox who had whispered to her captures them in one paw and hands them to the sub fox, releasing his leash. He takes them in his mouth and crawls off, followed by a few other sub furs whose masters have released them, to watch the small pack bicker over who will get to chew the panties. Some of the subs are content to mount and hump eachother while their dominants stand nearby and pet them as they watch Pinky dance.

After some more nude gymnastics, the graceful feline struts to the bed, wearing only her heels. Tossing her long pink hair away from her face, she reclines slowly and speads her legs to reveal the pink flesh of her swollen and wet sex. She has grabbed the microphone off of the stand and whispers into it in a sultry voice, "all of that dancing has made me so excited" before dropping the mic to the floor nearby.

She begins to fondle her breast with one paw as she caresses her sex with the other and purrs. A similarly petite cat comes onto the stage with a small pink silk pillow. Pinky grabs a small vibrator from the pillow and switches it on with a flick of a claw, applying it lightly to her kitty clit. She masturbates freely in front of the audience. Some of the canine subs stop fighting over the saliva-drenched panties to howl at the stage. Most of the audience is now pleasuring themselves. The camera pans over the audience, pausing on one particularly busy wolf. He holds the penises of the two furs closest to him in each paw, as a female wolf bathes his own cock with her tongue. He smiles happily as he watches the stage through a haze of pleasure.

Pinky drops the vibrator as she becomes more excited and uses her fingerpads instead. She rubs her clit and labia frantically as she begins to orgasm, her legs shaking and tail twitching wildly. She rolls her eyes and screeches as she bucks against her own paw.

Finally exhausted, she makes a beckoning gesture and many of the furs climb to the stage to worship her trembling form with their tongues and paws, cleaning and fawning over her. From beneath the pile of felines, canines, dragons, and assorted other furs she somehow manages to get ahold of the microphone for a moment as her little paw reaches up and waves goodbye. "Thank you for coming to The Pink Panthress! I hope you will visit again soon!"

"Real Yiff street interviews, take one!" a male dragon dressed in drag screams at the camera as a movie set clapper with the same thing written acrossed snaps. He then hides his face in his painted claws, giggling.

A slightly chubby racoon is standing on the street, looking uncomfortable in the camera's view. "Masturbate? I dunno... yeah. I guess everyone does. I mean, if someone says they don't I assume they are lying." he says nervously.

Three young bitches, two collies and a hound, all yell drunkenly into the camera "We masturbate!" The hound says, "I just did it an hour ago!" and the other two canines stare at her and they all start laughing. "What? I really did!"

"Flogging"

Smack! Smack! Smack! the fox gasps as he lies on his belly, grasping the end of the padded table he lies on. Smack! "I think that fursons like to be flogged for a number of reasons" Smack! He winces and continues as the whipping sound becomes softer again. "For me, well, I had an ex-boyfriend who was into it and (Smack!) this one day he asked me if I wanted to see something... He showed me his collection of whips (Smack!) and I was a little freaked out, but I mean I trusted him and all..." He closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip and the camera pans out to include a smiling male hyena wearing a normal t-shirt and jeans, just as he brings the whip down on the fox's shaven butt again. "What were we talking about again? Ooh, ouch. No, don't stop..."

The hyena reclines slightly in a chair as he smiles at the camera. "I think that the whole stigma surrounding flogging is based on the fact that people percieve it as punishment. Yes, it is punishment to a degree but it can also bring much pleasure. When a parent spanks a youngster for doing something wrong, that is a different kind of punishment. It's about the pain mostly, and the domination. It's like saying, 'this is my right. I am your owner and you will obey me'. It goes as the same for such crime punishment as caning, flogging, etc. It's about humiliation too. With the kind of flogging I do, it's different. It's about trust and love. You have to trust someone to let them bend you over, sometimes even tie you up. You give them complete power over you. I think that kind of deep trust is sexy, you know?"

The audience is shown a dungeon with assorted whips and similar paraphenalia on the walls and tables. The hyena is indicating a modified, padded sawhorse with manacles attached to the legs. "The horse in kinda advanced. I haven't had any new clients who really jumped on the idea of being bent that far on the first go. It's a very prone position. They usually start here." He indicates a padded table. "Or sometimes here"... a bed. "They need to see that they can trust me not to really hurt them or to go to far. It is something that does take more expertise than most would think. You have to be careful with the genitals, especially since most of my clients are males. If a whip were to fall on the testicles, well, I don't think the customer would appreciate that much. You have to start slow too, and build up. It takes years to become good at it. That's the kind of experience that makes my clients trust me, you know?"

A young bovine sits on the bed as the hyena walks in. "Hi, A.J." the hyena greets the steer. "Hi, Mike. Hi, Real Yiff!" he waves a hoof at the camera. "Well, are we ready to get started?" the steer nods eagerly.

He takes off his clothes and Mike folds them, placing them aside. He gently bends A.J. over the sawhorse, fastening first his legs and then his arms in the padded manacles. The young male moans as Mike selects a small studded paddle and runs it over his legs, lifting his tail to give him a light pat beneath. As he begins to lightly smack and caress the steer's ass there is a voiceover of the hyena, "You see, all of my clients are normal fursons with normal lives. It's funny that alot of furs think that you have these furs in cages or something. I mean, I do have one cage that I use. That's really for my boyfriend, though hahaha. But we are normal fursons who are just in touch with ourselves and what we like." The paddle comes down hard on A.J.'s lower buttock and he murrs and jerks forward in his restraints.

"Real Yiff, take two!" a chipmunk and a mouse holding hands yell. The two females then kiss a bit too eagerly for the camera.

"Yeah, I've tried whipping before. I guess it's an acquired taste... I don't hate it but it's not something I like dream about all the time.", a surly bison states quietly.

A pair of horses standing arm-in-arm... "Do I what??!" the stallion exclaims. "No, why would I smack her around? I love her!" The philly giggles and presses her face into his chest. "I would let you if you wanted to". He looks at her in astonishment.

In the middle of a crowded street, a cat bends over to show his leather-clad ass to the camera. "Does this answer your question? Hehehe, you can smack it if you want to!" A passerby smacks his ass and he looks surprised.

"Gay-shas"

The teahouse is dimly lit and there is quiet Japanese music playing in the background. A seemingly female cat steps forward in a kimono with her headfur held up in chopsticks. Her face is powdered over in white and she wears dramatic dark eye makeup. She bows to a table of furs and smiles discreetly. "Are you ready to order?" She takes their orders and pours some tea before retreating.

We see the same geisha out of costume. He is still in makeup but his kimono hangs open to reveal his large package pressing against red briefs. He has a slight lisp as he speaks in a more masculine voice than he used at the table. "I love dressing up. It makes me feel sexy. We're all geishas here, with a capital "gay" so I guess that's a pretty new spin on it. We try to keep it basically the same as real geishas, aside from the back room and all... Alot of furs come to see us out of curiosity and stuff. It's not all males, females come to see us too. It's a profession... a way to make money. But, I get off on it too. I think all the boys do."

Several geishas stand and take orders or refresh drinks at the tables. The teahouse is pretty quiet, aside from the soft music and the sound of the koi ponds and fountains gently rippling. All of the geishas are in traditional costume and they are very feminine and graceful.

The feline is back in costume as he leads us into the back room. A few of the "girls" are sitting and talking to a group of male customers. The males seem very eager as they pull out their wallets and count out what bills they have between them. After some quiet negotiating the group splits as each male is led out by a geisha and they are escorted to seperate rooms down a back hall.

We follow one couple into a large room, decorated in red. It's like a bedroom and there is a menu on the wall. The wolf looks at the menu for a while and then points at an item. The geisha, a tall slender lion with his mane shaven so that he looks like a lioness, nods and quietly leads him to the bed where he sits and lets "her" take off his shoes for him. She smiles as she removes his pants and puts them aside. His cock pops out of his boxers as she is removing them and she gives his sheath a quick kiss before continuing to undress him.

The wolf reclines on the bed as the geisha proceeds to lick his toes and footpaws, before continuing upwards and massaging and nibbling on his chest and neck. He runs his hand over her silky kimono as she finally sits next to him and begins fondling his balls. His erect cock leans against her forehead as she sucks and licks his balls. He murrs and whimpers as she begins to go down on him.

He murrs loudly as she uses one paw to finger the opening to his tailhole, rubbing his perenium with her thumb as she suckles his cock. She takes it into her muzzle to the hilt and slowly lets it glide in and out of the length of her mouth. Her tongue is visibly cradling the underside of his long, thick member as she begins to bob her head up and down over his length. She tugs at his scrotum gently as it starts to rise, causing him to whimper loudly and strain against her admissions, whining as she holds his balls to keep him from cumming yet.

The wolf's ears lie back against his head as he grabs at the silky sheets and tries not to buck to hard into the lion's muzzle. His tongue lolls to one side and he closes his eyes tightly as the lion runs the tip of "her" tongue up and down the length of his cock. After his orgasm recedes again, he is suckled and massaged expertly.

He begins to moan and his tail pops out from his side, wagging against the mattress as the geisha suddenly takes his balls into her mouth and slides a finger into his tailhole gently. His cock spasms as he shoots a string of cum onto his own belly. He sputters a string of obscenities and moans as he shoots again and again, the geisha sucking greedily at his balls before returning her attention to his cock and cleaning it with her kitty tongue.

"Real Yiff, that's a wrap!" a group of wolves and a fox holler before running away from the camera naked on a beach. Their tails wag happily as they hold hands and dive into the shallows of the ocean together.

Well, that's Real Yiff part one. I hope you liked it. Email me, [email protected] with any comments. Feedback is always appreciated on any of my stories. Just make sure you put something relevant in the subject line because I might mistake it for spam and delete it otherwise.

• DeeCat

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