Well, here we are. The Alphabet Superset. Weekly stories for 6 months. I'm nervous but let's use that to fuel my work rather than hamper it.


I decided to interject some of my own voice into the start of these stories. Give it some pizazz and flair. Also to make it personal. My own journey and exploration of furryism has only made it clear to me that kinks are personal. And sometimes you just gotta one, accept that others may have kinks contrary to yours and two, accept that your kinks are your own. Anything between consenting adults that doesn't hurt others or themselves is fair game.


Enough of that, let's get into it.


A is for Aftercare. I love the concept of aftercare. Being vulnerable and opening yourself up to others is a great feat of trust. So when partners take the time to acknowledge that trust and reciprocate it, I'm all for it! Aftercare, if you don’t know, is the concentrated, dedicated, and intentional effort to check in and care for your partner after rather intimate and vulnerable moments of great emotion or stress. Though not exclusive to, it's encouraged in the BDSM community by nature if those actions as one could imagine. But, any acts to bolster the physical, emotional, or mental well-being of a partner is aftercare, even in less physically intense play.


Well, let's get to the story, the reason you're probably reading and the reason I'm writing. It's about Scarborough, an Afghan Hound and her partner, Asmodeus the serpent.


Scarborough had spent her life being insulted, blamed for wrongdoings that weren't her fault, and treated less than dirt by her family. A miserable childhood.


Those moments formed the bedrock of her life as she grew, she was quiet, timid, unassertive. Being anything but would paint her as a target, spark the ire of her family. But like all children, she grew up. And ran away, from their house, their lives, their anger, their spite, their presence in her life.


The words stayed though, like bitter weeds that refused to die. They entangled her brain.


"Filthy whore."


"Worthless slut."


“Insignificant trash”


“You’ll never be good enough for anything.”


“You deserve nothing.”


She believed them, for the longest time she believed them. Until, she decided they were wrong. They were miles away, she hadn’t seen them in years, she hadn’t talked to them in just as long.


She grew up, and grew tough. She grew strong, and grew beautiful. She grew close to a lovely vine, Asmodeus.


……


“Take it, you fucking bitch!” Their hips bulldozed into the back of hers. Their length hammered into her cunt. She screamed against the gag in her mouth. She wrestled against the handcuffs as they dug into her wrists. Scarborough couldn’t see on account of the blindfold she was wearing, but that only heightened her focus on the feelings. Especially as Asmodeus ripped their dick from her slick opening, rechambering it for another brutal thrust.


Bam! Plap! Shlick! Slorp! Over and over, they carved into her. Resistance nil even as overwhelming adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream. Their groans washed hot breath over the nape of her neck. She smelled them, herself. Her sensitive nose inundated with the bitter musk of arousal from two beasts neck deep in passion. Scarborough ruminated in the filth and debauchery.


"Moan for me more, bitch, I know you like it rough.” Shudders ripped down her spine as she complied. Her voice must have been hoarse from shouting but the sound didn’t reach much farther than her own ears. But she didn’t stop.


She convulsed against her binds. Moaned into their mattress. Saliva leaked from her mouth around the ball. Her back arched and swayed as she sat powerless to stop it, a trembling leaf before the tornado.


Asmodeus thrust into her again and again, reigniting the fire that burned in her loins with every tug, every touch. The littlest spark of friction, anything she could get, everything she was given.


And she loved it.


“Fuck, your pussy is absolutely drenched. Another sign that you’re just a fucking slut, getting off on being used. Born to take whatever I give you. That’s all you’ll ever be, right?” They leaned down to whisper into her ears, their tongue scraping across the fleshy folds. Her body shivered. Scarborough tells me that there’s something about the way Asmodeus whispers, like it just snakes its way down to her soul and makes it quake.


Scarborough moaned her assent against the gag, nodding her head aggressively. The fabric of the mattress scrapped along her cheek. Asmodeus chuckled evilly, villainously.


“Gooood, goooood. So you know your place. Just my little toy, just a little hole for me to bang. A thing for me to tease however I want.” Scarborough felt their hand slither under her body and against her chest till they found her breast. Their long fingers curled it and mashed it vigorously. It fueled her on as she pushed more into the humps, trying to receive them even deeper, all the way to her core. Her rolls took her attention away from their other hand.


Pleasant pain, a flare of euphoric torment coursed through her being. Their fingers squeezed and squeezed against her other nipple. It blocked everything else out, the white flash became her everything. Scarborough shrieked but just as quickly as it came, it was done. 


Her groan shook her entire body. Her fingers clawed at their stomach as they laid upon her. She was a given brief reprieve, their thrusts stopped but their hips remained stuck together. A tangible reminder, Scarborough existed for their pleasure. She thanked God for the chance to breathe. Her soft moans filling the space where slaps of flesh on flesh once were.


“Fuck, I love feeling you squirm as my fat cock turns you into a loose hole. It just…” They sighed, bestially. “really gets me going. It makes me want more. Give you absolutely everything you deserve.” 


‘Oh, God! Are they gonna?’ Her eyes went wide under the blindfold. Anticipation rising as she ground her hips up and down as much as her range of motion would allow under their pin. That elicited another devilish snicker from the serpent.


“Ohhh, do you know what’s coming? Are you prepared, pet? Once I start, I’m not stopping. Not till you’re filled with my cum. Not till you’ve taken everything I give you. You’ll be leaking for days, reminding you every moment that you’re mine.”


‘God, yes! God, yes! Please, Deedee, please! Fuck me up. PLEASE!!’ She silently yelled at them, her grunts lacked coherence or syllable, her body straining against the forces binding her down. Her slender tail wriggled against their body. The words seeped into her flesh, her vent quivered around her lover’s shaft that was still buried deep inside her. Teasing her more and more. Asmodeus groaned unexpectedly.


“Enough of that now, Sage. I’ll start when I’m good and ready, not a moment before. You hear me!” Their palm wrapped around her wrist and gave it a short jerk. Scarborough winced in pain but not much. Asmodeus knew her limits, just like they knew her every inch, every nerve ending, every button. And they pushed them all. Surgically.


The serpent pulled their palm down her flesh, combing through her long hair. Their claws tickled her buried skin and gave her something to focus on. She breathed in the darkness, chest palpitating with need. Asmodeus’ hands grabbed her hips and pulled them upright. Her back still arched into the sheets below. She counted the seconds, twelve of them.


“Prepared, Parsley?” They dropped the persona, just for a moment. A crack in the facade. Proof that there was something more to this relationship. But Scarborough didn’t want that right now. She nodded vigorously. Hands gripped her possessively. “Then take it.” The whispers that shook her soul.


Their hips must have been a blur. They weren’t lying, they didn’t stop. The thrusts were deep and short, every single one of her internal curves were pushed aside for their hard member, the fleshy smack of thigh to ass restarted, the staccato hits accented everything. Zaps of electricity arced at their contact points. She was screaming again. Feeling her third climax of their rut building under her stomach. Scarborough wished that she wasn’t blindfolded, the absence of light disoriented her. She could only lose herself to the primal passion of her lover as they gave her everything, and she took it all.


Tempests of knocks beat against her frame and crashed against the dam of her orgasm. Small leaks started appearing in the structure, every slight change in Asmodeus’ angle and depths propagated the cracks further. She burned, her skin was on fire under her forest of hair.


They grunted, they groaned, they must be close. But she wanted it now.


‘Deedee, fucking give it to me. Give it all to me, make me your bitch, claim me. I’m yours. All Yours!’ She called to them with her body, in the way she clenched her fingers, the clinking of her handcuffs chains, the shake and writhing of her shoulders, the splaying of her toes.


“Bitch liking being broke in? Good. Let’s put the final nail in your coffin.” They understood her. They started hammering harder, fully pistoning in and out of her vagina. Battering her dam as unpluggable leaks burst forth. She was just on the cusp, just a nudge from being toppled over.


‘Deedee..’ she whispered mentally. The serpent leaned forward and grabbed her shoulders. They felt hot as they pulled her ear flap up.


“Mine.”


She felt their love flood in, their cum, their seed. The geyser burst through her own dam as she screamed louder than ever into the gag.


‘Yours. Yours. Yours yours yours yours. Yours yours yours yours yours yours yours.’ Her mind lost in the haze of hedonism. Soft moans that weren’t hers tickled her ears. Asmodeus rested on her back. Basking in their own orgasm.


“Fuck, oh fuck. I’m spent.” They moaned. They hissed as they pulled out of her, but she didn’t feel it. Scarborough only felt the cold wave as their body heat left.


‘Oh, Deedee. Deedee…’ She chewed the ball gag. The restrictions suddenly felt suffocating. The cool down from their time together chained her down. She began to hyperventilate. Short, shallow snorts. Her arms pulled apart, or they tried. Metal bound them together. She craned her head left and right, searching for them. For anything in the darkness, the bleakness of being alone.


And then all of a sudden, they were there.


“Shhh, shhh, shhh, Rosemary. I’m here. I’m here. Don’t worry.” A palm pressed into her back, and she gripped it for dear life. Another fiddled around the back of her head. A pull and light returned to her shut eyes. A second and a click later, the gag was gently removed from her mouth. She flexed her jaw which was wedged open for the past half hour as she slowly blinked her eyes open. Asmodeus’ bedroom greeted her. Incandescent light illuminated her world, but she only had eyes for one thing. A black and brown reptile.


Asmodeus’ angular face eyed back at her. The ridges of their cheeks as it comes to a point of his mouth, the thick brows over their sunken eyes. The pupils dilated fully. Mouth turned into a crooked smile.


“Hi, Thyme.” They whispered, their tongue fluttering in the air as the words left their mouth.


“Deedee…” She scratched out. As you could imagine, her vocal cords were raspy. They flicked their tongue.


"Two seconds and you'll be out of these." They said as they fiddled with the handcuffs. A snap and a pop and her hands were freed. The bones of her shoulders creaked as they bent out of the shape they were just trapped in. She pulled her hands across the mattress, the threaded texture felt soothing as she gripped the sheet.


Finally free of the bondage, Scarborough turned onto her back. Her breath mellowed out as the ceiling fan did its best to cool her off. The spinning cycle held her gaze as she slid down from the orgasmic high. 


Words swirled around her head. 


"Slut"


"Hole"


"Bitch"


"Mine"


The echo chamber of her mind reverberated. She wasn't sure how much time passed, but just like before Asmodeus was there to free her. This time with a glass of water.


"Here, Sage.." the cool liquid was quickly swallowed. Her red and raspy throat cried in relief. Once it was gone she only wanted more.


"Thank you." meek little whispers. 


"Of course." They placed the glass on an end table. Scarborough glanced up and down their form. Their back had rows of scales, layered on top of each other. She likened them to sequins, they even flashed different colors based on their orientation. At the moment, there were only two lines of reflected light, going from right shoulder to left hip. They fascinated her as they sauntered off towards the master bath. She smiled as Asmodeus walked back towards her, a long toothed comb in their hand.


"I see that smile. You don't think I forgot, did you?" They teased. Like an actor playing two roles fantastically, the change was night and day. New mask, new voice, new role, same Asmodeus.


"No, I'm just always surprised. It's not like you need to do it for me."


Tongue flickered. "So you say, but you know how I feel about your lovely hair."


Scarborough did. As a reptile, they didn't have any. Which made their fascination with it understandable. But Asmodeus took it a couple of steps further. They were attracted by it. Deedee had long since admitted that her hair was the first thing that drew their eyes. It was long and golden, they likened it to the sun. And it was also impressively difficult to care for. Scarborough had preferred to keep it short and only with the encouragement of Asmodeus had she grown it out again. To which she didn't expect them to take such an interest in caring for it. It became a routine of theirs whenever the two met up. And after every time they had sex.


She looked sheepishly to the side. "Oh, oh, okay. If you want to." They were both still naked, not that either of them were bashful after their romp. But Scarborough still thought of herself as shameful for admiring her lover's form as they drew closer. Their scales twinkling in the soft light.


"Will you sit up for me, Thyme?" A gentle request, so stark from the demands earlier. But she still complied all the same. She sat on her knees with them at her back. Her toes just of the edge of the mattress. Settling in to be doted on.


They started with light pats, sinewy fingers fettered through her mane. The serpent loved feeling her, she loved feeling them. The slight tugs on her scalp. They were always gentle with her hair. They were the only one she'd let touch it.


"So soft, so majestic…" the familiar compliments started. Scarborough smiled, glad her back was to them so they couldn't see how happy they made her.


"Fairest hair in all the land.."


"There must be better hair out there." She deflected. Hands touched her shoulders, their face popped into her peripheral. She turned slightly to look them in the eye. Asmodeus' pupils had shrunk but not completely to slits. They still gave the serpent an air of a hunter. And an equal part a lover.


"Not to me, there isn't." They shifted their focus back to combing. After a few dozen passes with just fingers, she felt the brush sink beneath the fibers. They began at the surface, lightly tugging at surface knots. Never enough to hurt, just enough to tickle her scalp. She rode the waves of tingles. Trusting Asmodeus knew what to do, they had proven their knowledge time and time again.


It made her comfortable in her own skin, her own form. She had been with many others. Looked for love in wrong places, only when Asmodeus popped into her life did she know what love really was. How she was meant to be treated. In bed and otherwise.


They began humming. A song in a minor key that turned major every other cadence to give a feeling of hope. She let the song relax her. Tension she felt in her shoulders, tension she didn't even know she had, was tugged out of her by every brush. Her eyes drifted closed. Her jaw unclenched. Fists loosened into fingers that rubbed the bed. She descended, not into devilish desire but comforting calm. Turmoil made way to peace as tender strokes of a different kind guided her down.


Words that swirled her mind grew distant. Lost in the lovely tickles and smooth vibrations. She let them go.


Over the next several minutes, Asmodeus worked their way down the entirety of her back. Stopping to tease the knots that halted their comb. They had handed her a second glass of water. It was a mystery when they went for more, but Scarborough didn't question it too much. Just a magic they had.


Eventually, though, they finished. Hands returned to her shoulders which felt like they would fall out of their sockets if she relaxed then any more.


"And Parsley's hair shone like the dawn and she graced the humble Asmodeus with her godliness. They could only sit transfixed by her innate beauty and wished only to keep it for themselves." The hound felt a kiss on her right temple. Their lips were scaley and scratchy, but it still made her hum in response.


The bed creaked and gave way as their weight slid onto it. She sighed once as she opened her eyes. They laid there, a pleasant smile on their face. An idle finger rubbing a soft circle next to them as they lounged on their pillows. They locked eyes for three seconds. She knew what they wanted, but would never ask, and she had made her choice.


The surprise on their face as she slid next to their side and pulled the comforter up over the two of them was wonderful. She cradled in the crook of their arm and placed a hand to their chest.


"Don't you want to leave soon?" They said. Tangible desire for her to stay and respect for her autonomy mixed together in the tone.


"I want to hear you sing to me." She cooed. They grinned as their eyes flashed around the room.


"Won't you fall asleep if I do that? Then it'll be that much harder for you to leave." They accented their question with a poke on her snout.


"Well, maybe, I could stay here tonight. If you were okay with that?" She nuzzled into their chest and flashed the best puppy dog eyes she had, inside her heart was racing. She never stayed over before, never asked to either. Scarborough awaited their response.


Their eyes opened wide, Scarborough was sure she could see them dilate in the soft lamp light. A hand slowly gripped the one she placed on their chest. She knew their answer, it was in the way they smiled, in how their breath hitched, in how their fingers entwined with her own. But she wanted to hear their response anyway.


"I'd love for you to stay the night."


"Then will you sing for me?"


"Of course, Sage. What would you like to hear?


"Like you don't already know." she chuckled as her leg hooked around theirs.


"I'd like to hear you say it anyway, Rosemary." She grinned at them, their words like velvet.


"Will you sing me my song?" Her eyes were already drifting off, she had to fight for each second of consciousness. To stay awake just a minute longer with them.


"Of course, my Thyme." They whispered. Her soul resonated in her chest. 'Yours' resonated in her head.


The melody was familiar, she had the words memorized, but each time they sang it for her was like hearing it anew. A personal lullaby. A private serenade.


"Are you going to Scarborough Fair…?" She closed her eyes.


"Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme…" She breathed in and smelled the two of them. Imagining it was the combination of the four aromatic herbs.


"Remember me to one who lives there…"  She breathed out till she was empty, light tendrils of sleep cocooned her as their song faded into the background music of her dreams.


"She once was a true love of mine…"


'Mine'