Hollow
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 4
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Those iconic words from Dorothy as she eases on down the yellow brick road. Hellooooo, this is Dragonpig, your friendly neighborhood weird dude. Have you ever wondered who will inherit the Earth if, for some reason, humanity destroys itself in a global war? Would it be algae, cockroaches, or John Stamos? Come on, readers. John Stamos is inevitable. He’s like Thanos. Well, anyway, you don’t have to wonder anymore. I think I have the answer.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Age Gap Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Furry Incest Father Daughter Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
The private temple was a small stone chamber with nothing in it but the altar and the silver candle sconces along the walls. The altar was a square slab of gray stone with the symbol of the Holo belief carved into its smooth top, a circle with a line running horizontally down its center. Yosefa knelt in front of it with her palms flat on the stone and her forehead resting on the backs of her hands. Her gray hooded robe was pulled up over her head, and the red trim along the hood and the wide sleeves shone in the candlelight.
The rough stone floor was cold under Mary’s bare feet. Goosebumps rose along her pale arms and thighs, and her furry orange-and-black-striped tail flicked from side to side. She had come down here because she knew her wife could be lost in meditation for hours.
She had been waiting upstairs, naked in their bed and in the mood.
She crossed the floor and stopped behind her. A strip of light-brown skin showed where Yosefa’s sleeve had slid back. Mary had wanted her since the first moment she saw her. She had been eighteen years old, new to the faith, sitting on the temple’s stone benches with the rest of the believers while a Dedicated, ten years her senior, led the evening meditation. Mary hadn’t remembered anything about the session. She had been too busy staring at the way Yosefa’s full breasts shifted under the gray robe and at her hips and beautiful green eyes that swept over the room. Mary’s face and ears had gone hot. It had been lust at first sight. Their first date took two weeks. One month later they were a couple. A month and a year after that they were married. Thirty years later, she still felt like that horny Tigerkin.
Mary eased her wife’s hood back. Yosefa’s spiky black hair was flattened from the fabric, her Lionkin ears twitching prettily. Mary knelt behind her on the cold stone, a thigh on either side of her wife, and slid her arms around her waist. Yosefa sat up and Mary pulled her in until Yosefa’s butt pressed against her groin and her smaller breasts. She kissed the nape of her beloved’s neck.
Yosefa sighed. Her eyes dropped to the bare thighs bracketing her own, and a smile tugged at her mouth.
“Mary. You’re naked.”
“Mm-hm.”
“I think you like the stone altar more than you like me,” Mary teased.
“No, I don’t, my Pretty Tail,” Yosefa said, using Mary’s nickname. “I was just meditating.”
“For an hour.”
“It felt like I was reaching a breakthrough.” Yosefa leaned her weight back against her. “I had a vision.”
Mary’s ears twitched with attention. “One of those?”
“Yes.”
“Then we need to tell the Heralds.”
“I agree. The Keepers’ will is becoming clearer to me.”
Mary kissed her neck. She slid her hand across Yosefa’s stomach, feeling the warmth through the cloth, and began rocking against her wife’s shapely backside, her thighs tightening around Yosefa’s hips.
“I also have to put a meditation together for tomorrow,” Yosefa said. “And I should go over the...”
Mary’s hand moved up and cupped her wife’s large breasts, her fingers stroking slowly. Yosefa’s breath caught, and her words paused.
“Pretty Tail, that feels good.”
Mary kissed along her shoulder and up the side of her throat. Her tail tip ran over Yosefa’s hip and to her stomach, finding its way into her robe and teasing her pubic mound. Yosefa started to purr.
“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying,” Yosefa said, sounding aroused.
“Meditation,” Mary murmured, licking the side of her neck. “Tomorrow.”
Yosefa chuckled. “Do you really care what I’m talking about?”
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