This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Mares Seeking Stallions Ace He was exquisite. Hi...
"Lower the gun, Rose. It's just us." His voice slid like smooth velvet over her skin, the words a breath of air along the curve of her neck as she felt a hand fall to the gentle curve of her hips. Because Rose knew it was going to happen her body didn't stiffen when she felt the hardness of his press into her backside. His fingers drew a lingering caress up...
The bartender rubbed down the bar, wiping away the runoff from another tankard of alcohol. The tavern was only about half full tonight, too many men getting called up for the war. Business would go down the sewer at this rate. Over in a corner the troubadour played, idly strumming his instrument, though few cared to listen. Most were here only to drink and...
You'd always been a night owl. Which was a fairly odd habit to have in a house full of early risers. You'd be warming up your cup of milk to drink before you finally attempted to rest, just as your mother was rising to make her first cup of coffee for the day. While your parents had never tried to change you, it did worry them. "It's just so unhealthy, stay...
When Albus Belua was young, he had been told stories of an exotic race of demihumans – werewolves. Of course he didn’t believe any of that nonsense, for he lived in a small hamlet on the far outskirts of the noisy city life. Perhaps the city folk had the leisure time to sit around daydreaming about such things, but most of his time was dedicated to helping h...
I have always been the jealous type, that is, until I met Rita. I met her online and we quickly moved into a very serious and highly sexual relationship. Rita was by far the most beautiful lady I ever had a relationship with. She was 6'1" with a flawless face and a body to die for. She had been a stripper and a nude model before we met. I couldn't believe th...
You Will Schlick How I Tell You To That's right, baby. I'm talking to you. This isn't a story, and we're not characters. I am your master now, and from now on, you obey me. If you're already touching yourself, which you no doubt are, stop. From now on, you're under my control, and you are not to cum, touch yourself, or make a move without my permission. For...
It's the crop. She is shrouded in darkness at the far end of the room, but faintly I see the silver sleeve of its handle glint in the light. The crop is a good sign. I hope. The crop is everyday discipline, minor corrections, "encouragement", as once she called it. Outside as I waited, I'd feared the worst, the bitter, burning anguish of the dressage whip...
I remember that moment. Standing there looking at Earth. I was on one of our Motherships. My body servant nestled into my side, clutching my robes. I was exhausted, just returning from a full Earth rotation. Birth and death, sabotaging the slave grid from the inside. But it had been brutal. And now, coming back a hero I find my beautiful other, my counterpar...
Her small dinning table was set against the wall. We sat at opposite sides chatting amiably over a glass of wine as we had done many times in the past. We had known each other for many years and enjoyed each others company, but our relationship never got beyond the friendly cuddle stage. Since finishing college as a mature student she had found a new and v...