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.
Author's note: as I've been receiving some very peculiar comments, I'd like to clarify that all commenting on stories has been disabled and I've changed my feedback to only allow non-anonymous comments. These are my oldest works and I'd also like to note that furry/anthro work is pure fantasy and it's just a way of imagining characters that this particular fandom appears to enjoy - it is not animal sex. I have some real erotic animal (dragons etc) stories but, if those are actually permitted here, they will be tagged correctly and in the correct category.
Until then - please enjoy! The newest stories, when I come to them, will be my best work in terms of style, grammar and so on; so please be patient while I upload the back catalogue.
Thanks!
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Maybe Next Year
Merry Christmas, pup! <3
"In quite a predicament tonight now, aren't we, pup?"
The blue wolf on the bed growled through the ball gag and shook his head vehemently, straining against the ropes with all his might. On his knees, two spreader bars just below Razak's knees and at his ankles rendered him satisfactorily helpless in terms of escape, or lack of. Tipped forward to rest heavily on his forearms, between his wrists and elbows was encased within an arm sheath - a length of pliable, black leather that one was able to lace tightly, rendering the very thought of motion laughable. When he tried to move forward, the ropes linking the O-rings of the bottom spreader bar to the bed frame held him in place; when he tried to move backwards, the coils of rope looped around his wrists, stretching to the headboard, denied movement. Even the knots at his wrists had been tucked away from his teeth. The mare had thought of everything. The fact that he wore nothing but his fur went without saying.
The chestnut mare Amethyst sat on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, with a smirk on her lips. Passing a riding crop adorned with a square flap of leather between her paws, she flicked it between his thighs, enjoying his struggle as the tip pressed to his balls. Tensing under the dubious caress, the wolf made as if to arch and the red ropes pulled taut. There was no escape, however, as he well knew, and the teasing tip of the crop made its way over his orbs, stroking lightly over the metal 'cage' that held his cock in check. Both a blessing and a curse, the cage prevented him from getting hard, though the flesh, flushed red with blood, fought at the very limits of the restraint. A drop of pre cum oozed between the metal rings and Razak ducked his head, suppressing a whimper as his tail pressed down over his raised rump. This was not at all what he had expected when he'd suggested he visit and spend Christmas with Ammy.
"Such a needy wolf..." She raised an eyebrow, meeting his eye as he craned his neck to look back to where she sat, in line with his rear. "Hard and straining against the cage already. A mare may think you are desperate, even."
He whined. She would wait until he was well and truly bound before digging in with the teasing. Amethyst had let him believe that he would be getting off easy that night - maybe actually getting off - but, then again, where was the fun in that? There was still a chance.
Sliding the tip of the crop over his buttocks, Amethyst smiled as she ran it down the wolf's spine, drawing out the anticipation. He shivered and arched, pushing into the touch of leather. Amethyst pressed the length of the riding crop beneath his tail and lifted it out of the way, pleased to see how the wolf obediently kept it raised, despite his shivers of anticipation. The ropes trembled as she brought the crop back and then down across his unprotected rear. The crop whipped through the air and hit with a sharp slap, blood rushing to the skin beneath the wolf's fur. Out of Razak's sight, Amethyst folded her legs under her body on the bed and grinned wickedly, smacking the crop on to her victim's rump several times in quick succession until she could feel the warmth radiating from the tormented flesh. Jerking in the restraints, Razak tried to yelp, but the sound was muffled by the gag and he could do little more than twist and whimper, submitting to the pleasurable abuse.
Rocking and whining against the ropes, Razak dipped his muzzle down to his paws as the stinging pain swelled. The whip snapped against his rear, each strike raising sharper pain as the mare was forced to cover previously struck spots. He imagined her with a cruel smile playing across her lips and twisted to look back over his shoulder, though from their respective positions, her muzzle was not clearly visible. Whining and gasping, he rubbed his muzzle into his paws. He caught his breath when the rain of wanted blows stopped, only to fight his restraints harder when the crop flicked lightly over his vulnerable balls. Groaning deep in his throat, he had no choice but to take every tremor of pain as Amethyst flicked the crop against his orbs until she had him moaning and panting with sore hurt. All through what many would consider unadulterated torture, his cock throbbed within the cage, pre slickening the tip and dripping to the bed. His own arousal could not be hidden from the most knowing of eyes.
"My, my," Amethyst paused to stroke the crop over his rump, bringing forth a fresh thrum of pain. "It seems like someone is rather enjoying himself...and making a mess about it too."