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.
A Christmas present for my sweetheart last year!
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Locked up for Christmas
The dappled grey stallion whistled as he stepped into the flat he shared with his partner, Amethyst, hanging the keys up on the hook behind the door. Madoc groaned, closing the door at his heels, and slumped against it, the ache of the day rolling from his shoulders. Thank god it was Friday: Friday at long, long last. He ran his fingers back through his mane, pulling it from his neck where it had clung to the arch, which shone damp with sweat.
"Ammy?" He whinnied. "Mare? Are you home?"
His words echoed hollowly and he sighed as he dropped his backpack by the shoe rack, dragging off his hoof boots with some difficulty. The damn things were always so tight around his fetlocks, he couldn't wait to kick them off after a long day in the factory. Pushing his back against one wall of the narrow hallway, he cursed and wrangled each off in turn, only to toss them aside with a dismissive snort. Well worn from daily use trotting back and forth, back and forth, all day long, they were rubbing his fetlocks again, the leather wearing thin. He'd have to cough up for some new ones soon and that would be another pain in the arse to worry about. His forehead creased and he rubbed the flat of his muzzle, dragging his fingers down from between his eyes to his nose.
Well, his mare wasn't there like he'd hoped: he knew that much at least. He'd have to be patient. He rubbed down the side of his neck to his shoulder, groaning at the release of pleasurable pain that came from massaging the sore muscle. It had been a long week. It would have been nice if his mare had been home before him, just so he could get on his knees and do what a colt did best. Sighing heavily, he rolled his shoulders and pushed open the bedroom door, only a few paces further down the flat hallway. And there he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes fixed on a dark form right in the middle of the bed coming into focus through the gloom of the bedroom.
"What the..."
He stood up straight, nostrils flaring as a shape wriggled on the bed. Antlers caught on the duvet as a reindeer twisted his head around, eyes wide and staring at being caught in such a compromising position. For his attire was nothing but compromising, a latex harness encasing his torso as if he was about to go out on parade down the streets and neat straps latching his wrists down, quite securely to his sides. His legs had been hog-tied up over his back, neatly held away from his body with a strap that ran from the harness on his back to just above his cloven hooves - his fetlocks - to keep them tugged up out of the way. On his front, he chuffed and squirmed, twisting back and forth as his tiny, brown tail twitched, his position leaving little to the imagination.
Madoc scratched the back of his neck, a slow smile breaking his lips. There was only one reason a strange male would be in their flat and definitely only one reason to find a male bound for fun in their bedroom. And, while a male reindeer may be called a bull, he certainly wasn't going to be playing the bull to him that night.
He snorted and shrugged off his jacket, eyes roaming the bull reindeer's form. Undoubtedly, there was muscle beneath all that fur, but it could barely be seen under his thick, fluffy winter coat, shifting through several shades of brown. A pair of massive antlers, a rack to be proud of, arched out from his skull, spreading their arms wider than Madoc would have thought was possible for an anthro to boast.
As he dragged his T-shirt over his head, glad to free his overly warm torso from its confines, the bull grunted around what was evidently a ball gag in his mouth, dotted with holes that would still allow him to breathe freely. Madoc grinned. How thoughtful of his mistress to give him the special gag! He wouldn't even need to take it out of the reindeer's muzzle to have his fun with him.
However, as the poor creature hurled himself back and forth, wriggling delightfully in his bondage, he managed to flip himself onto his side, sweat darkening the fur under his armpits. Madoc raised an eyebrow, stepping up to the very edge of the bed to run the tips of his hoof-like fingertips down the chastity cage securing the other male's sheath. The reindeer relaxed, eyes flicking between the horse and off to the side, the object of his attention swiftly located. A small key, which had to be for his chastity cage, lay hopelessly out of reach, glinting on the bedside table.
The reindeer bobbed his head urgently, making a small, grunting noise.
"Oh..." Madoc made a face. "Do you think you're getting out of this now?"
The brightness in the reindeer's face fell, eyes wide and pleading.
"If Ammy's left you like this, there's surely got to be a reason for it," he told the bull, stripping off his work trousers with a sigh of relief. "Though there's no reason that I can't make sure you're good and ready for when she comes back now, is there?"
The reindeer whined around his gag and Madoc would have thought him to be afraid, if not for the pink tip of his cock pressing out of his sheath against the cage. Chuckling, the equine ran his fingers over the sliver of flesh, earning a sharp intake of breath sucked in through the reindeer's nostrils. His eyes bulged as Madoc toyed with him, fingers slipping down to grope a pair of larger, furry balls. Full and heavy, he rolled them between his fingers and palms, enjoying the weight of them as he licked his lips. Wouldn't he like to take a load from those breeding nuts straight down his throat or deep under his tail...
But, no. He shook himself, rubbing the back of his paw over his own sheath, plumping out as his cock slipped from its warmth. That would be for his mistress' pleasure, not his. He didn't yet know what she wanted to do with the reindeer.
What he did know was that there was a special reason that Amethyst had left a present out for him, so neatly wrapped.
Madoc's cock swelled, growing into his paw, and he pumped the length with a roll of his shoulders and a sigh, letting the stress of the day slip from his back. It would all be better soon, his mare really did know exactly how to treat him. After all, she'd left him a source of stress relief in the first room she knew he'd go to after coming home, stripping whatever he'd been wearing!
The reindeer's eyes bulged as he watched the stallion's shaft grow, mottled pink and grey, more and more slipping from the sheath. The look in his eye told him that the bull didn't think he'd fit under his tail, rump suddenly acutely exposed. He wriggled, but could not tip himself onto his back and collapsed in a ruffled heap, chest heaving as he failed to protect his rump. Madoc raised an eyebrow, unable to take his struggles seriously as the reindeer whined plaintively. There was nothing he could do or, in all honesty, wanted to do to escape, not truly.
Madoc grinned and wagged his finger at the reindeer, promising with a cocky sway of his hips that the full length was going to go into him whether he thought it would or not. Ammy had got him to fit it in more than one fur who had thought the stallion was simply too big for him. He shivered. And she'd got larger furs to shove their fat lengths up under his tail too, on all fours and begging for more as he was filled over and over again.
Ah... Good memories.
He only hoped there would be many more of them.
Madoc snorted and flicked his tail, grabbing a tube of lubricant from the bedside table - it was used so often that they've given up on keeping it in the toy chest and just popped it in the top drawer. Its handiness was useful and he nickered softly to the suddenly wriggling bull, turning him onto his stomach and squeezing his rump in both paws. He shuddered. Under all that fur, the male was pure muscle, his fluffy appearance exceptionally deceiving on a first impression.
Maybe his mistress would let the bull ride him later too? That would be fun. Madoc's ears slanted down submissively, eyes shining. He could only hope she would be so kind, holding his muzzle down to her marehood as the reindeer claimed his tail in stroke after powerful stroke, slamming in hard and deep.