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. These stories have been public for some time, but I am slowly uploading my back catalogue of stories currently.
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Bound for Pleasure
The room was in darkness, the lack of light concealing the majority of implements from view but, if one looked very closely, they might have been able trace the outlines of various paddles, whips, dildos, butt plugs and much more, displayed at intervals along one wall. Anyone entering this room knew that there was much to cause pain and a great deal to cause pleasure waiting here... The serious question was, however, which would befall the occupants of the room in this particular session? Right in the centre of the room, a bright spotlight shone down, illuminating a perfect circle on the shiny, black floor, which reflected the light and two images, low to the ground. In the spotlight, two male furs were bound side by side: a cheetah and a wolf.
Both furs were naked from muzzle to toe, their only adornments an assortment of leather cuffs, which were securely fastened to the floor by short chains, clinking melodically whenever they shifted position. The cheetah had a metal muzzle secured around his head, so that he could open and close his mouth, but was incapable of speech, although he was calm and relaxed in the bondage, his tail twitching gently in evident anticipation. There was a black, leather collar encircling his neck with a silver tag reading "Pleasure Slave" dangling from the O-ring in front. Beside him, the wolf was noticeably more nervous with a red ball gag strapped into his maw; he restlessly leaned forward and back, adjusting his weight as the pressure grew upon his paws and knees, the waiting wearying on his nerves. Their respective partners had left the room, only for a moment, they had said. He was both anxious for his girlfriend's return and thinking with pleasant expectation of what would happen when she did.
Behind them, the door opened with a low creak and two pairs of feet padded quietly inside; the males pricked up their ears, immediately becoming absolutely still, not a hair moving out of place. The cheetah turned his head from side to side eagerly, trying to catch a glimpse of his mistress, the clop of hir hooves unmistakable no matter how slowly and carefully she walked. The hermaphrodite equine, Amethyst, chuckled quietly and came around to his front side, crouching down and stroking his muzzle lightly as he purred and leaned into her paw. Shi, the mare, was dressed only in a black, under-bust corset with electric blue stripes running vertically along it; it showed off her breasts and sheath, hir fat balls hanging beneath, most prominently. Having paid hir slave some attention, shi turned to the wolf, running hir gaze over his lightly toned body appreciatively.
"Ready, wolfie?" Shi said with a grin, beckoning the other fur forward, who had remained silent and in the shadows.
A slender, brown furred rabbit stepped into the light, nude bar the strap-on dick, though there was a gap in the leather that allowed her pale pink cunny to be shown and pleased, if she so wished. The wolf became visibly more comfortable when she came forward, whining softly as his tail wagged back and for rapidly, almost a blur. The bunny, named Celine, ran her paw down his back - from shoulders to tail base - smiling at the delightful shiver this action elicited.
"Are you ready, Sam?" She asked, repeating Amethyst's question in a more gentle tone. "Are you ready to go through with this?"
"Sam" nodded swiftly, his tail wagging even more rapidly and beating against Celine's legs. The bunny jumped and stepped away, trying to grab his tail to still it while giving stern, little murmurs that he did not hear - the wagging tail was very ticklish and she did not want the sensation right now. She did not know how to ask or tell him to stop.
"Don't let him do that," Amethyst said, eyes narrowed disapprovingly. Sam looked sideways at hir but did not stop, not understanding what he was doing wrong, if anything was really wrong at all. Was this just part of the "game"?
The wolf looked up at Celine, craning his neck around and looking confused when she shook her head sternly at him, saying very clearly that he was not to tickle her with his tail. He would have been worried, but there was a twinkle in her eye that reassured him and he did his best to look repentant, lowering his head and not objecting in the slightest when his tail was pulled up over his back. Amethyst grinned and handed a pair of cuffs to Celine, the brown cuffs attached together by a length of chain. After a little confusion over how this was to work, the bunny's face lit up and she fastened one cuff - the smaller one - around the middle of his tail, making sure it was tight enough for the wayward limb to not slip out. The second cuff turned out not to be a cuff at all, but a "play collar", or at least that's what he assumed it was as the cool leather was drawn around his neck and buckled. He was very exposed with his tail pulled up so high and Sam shivered pleasurably, clenching and relaxing his tail hole repeatedly, wishing that it was filled already.
