Submitting to Her

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.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Razak sighed, rolling his shoulder back as he slung his work bag down by the door. Christmas Eve was one of those days where, typically, furs were let go early from his workplace -- but there'd been just one problem after the other, in office and factory, that he'd had to fix. Of course, he was apparently the only one that could do that.

So, others had been let go and a handful had stayed back to put the figurative fires out, which could have really waited a few days until everyone reconvened in the new year. The wolf supposed it was a good thing he wouldn't be walking back into chaos and the overtime pay was nice, though it still wasn't ideal. His blue-furred tail drooped and he rubbed his temple, fingers automatically running back through the thicker, purple fur between his ears.

"Hmph..."

The house was quiet, however, with no one around, even though his partner, Amethyst, should have been about. His brow furrowed and he poked his head into the kitchen, despite there being no sound coming from there.

"Hello?"

He flicked the light on and off for good measure before shrugging and backing off, checking down the hallway to the living room.

There, the wolf found the room, at the very least, all lit up with their favourite Christmas lights, as if his mare partner had only just been there. Yet there was something black on the sofa and a note laid on top of it that immediately swept all thoughts of his rather worrisome, tiresome day from his mind.

He snatched it up so quickly that one of his short claws punctured the paper, the wolf's tail raising a little immediately from its tired droop.

Put this on, pup.

xxx

"Hm?"

He grinned, lips twitching up, and held up what had looked like a tangle of black on the sofa. Yet the harness fell smoothly into place as if it was being displayed on a hanger -- the kind of latex harness that would gently hug and encase his torso with that delightful pull of restriction, while not impeding his movement too much.

Razak was in motion before his mind had even caught up with what he was doing, stripping down right there in the living room as if that was the most natural thing in the world to do. He exposed his bare fur, where the blue shifted tone on the sides of his body to reveal the white of his stomach and chest, but there was no shivering to be had there. Of course, the house was toasty and ready for him to strip down and he chuckled a little at how she had, as she often did, thought of everything.

The harness was a little more difficult to get into than he had expected, though most of the latex straps had been loosened just enough for him to wriggle into it without too much trouble. It being the kind of harness that came down with the bottom straps around the very tops of his thighs (framing his ass nicely as a result) made it a little more laborious, but he soon had it in place.

Tugging at the straps, he settled the harness more comfortable into place across his chest, a couple of the straps coming up over his shoulders to hold it in place there. That was nice, so it wouldn't slide down, and he turned in place, wishing he had a mirror in front of him to admire the look. His sheath had already plumped out a little as heat rushed to his core, his shaft wanting to be freed as the tightness of the latex pulling around him gave him a little more to lean into.

He wouldn't have at all minded something even more restrictive than the harness, like a full-body latex get-up -- but clearly "someone" needed access to his body for what they had in mind that night. And something like that would have taken an awful lot longer to get into with fur to harry the slide of the latex, even with all the special fur powders and the like he'd picked up over the years.

The wolf hastily brushed down his fur as smoothly as he could, though it was not all that easy to make sure everything was neat and presentable before he headed straight upstairs. His mare could be nowhere else and he took the steps two at a time before realising his get-up made that slightly more challenging than usual. The harness coming down over the tops of his thighs still somewhat restricted his range of motion, but he enjoyed the effect too much to actually be annoyed at it.

Coming around the corner of the open door into their bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks. Of course, Amethyst was on the bed, the lights low and glinting off her chestnut coat, her tail spilling smoothly over her right leg as she lay on her side, facing him. But he hadn't expected her to be as dressed up as she was too, wearing neck-to-hoof body stocking that added an extra air of luxury to the moment.

His greedy eyes raked over her form and the mare on the bed let out a pleased nicker, though there was more than even the black-tone body stocking, with fishnet running down both of her legs and arms, to take in. The line detail across her breasts hid some from view, though not much, for she wasn't wearing a bra over the top. Yet the lines highlighted the gentle curves of her body as she lay there on her side, a smirk slowly deepening on her lips.

The main feature, of course, that the wolf could not possibly ignore, was the large strap-on at her crotch, a harness already neatly tightened in place around her hips. Yet he didn't care for the straps there at all as his eyes zeroed in on the thick length of "stallion" cock that rose before him. In red and gold, it matched her outfit and natural coat colour perfectly, though it also seemed as if it had been designed for the festive season too.

"And I thought you would never get home, pup," she murmured, his ears pricking up to catch her every word. "Merry Christmas, love. But I think you're going to be sore for the big day tomorrow, after all this."

He whimpered, words failing him. That was the best kind of sore and his tail could not help but wag as he approached the bed, bare entirely but for his fur and the latex harness. When he was close enough, she reached out and hooked the harness casually, drawing him more swiftly to her so his knees bumped into the side of the mattress. Razak yelped briefly and brought his paws up to the bed to catch himself, though Amethyst was quicker as she quickly slid a collar around his neck. Like the harness, it was latex to match, but came with a large, shiny O-ring at the front that somehow completed the look perfectly.

"There... Now, you're perfect."

"I... I don't think I can take that much straight away," he grunted, licking his lips as, once again, his eyes went straight back to the strap-on that promised so much pleasure -- and stretching too. "It's really big."

He shivered at that, though Amethyst only grinned darkly.

"Oh, I think we both know what a size queen you are already, pup, so I'm not at all worried about how big this lovely toy is. You can take it, we already know that."

He whined as she dragged him on to the bed without ceremony, easily putting him in position. Shoving his chest down to the bed, she forced his ass up in the air and he raised his tail obediently. His fingers twitched, not even having got to touch her yet -- ah, but that was all part of the play. The desire was there, however, as he groaned in the back of her throat, the mare's hands working over him, slowly running down his back and catching every strap of the harness there.

"Such a lovely present," she murmured. "And not one I even have to unwrap, to get my prize."

Razak groaned, his arms folded under his head as he buried his snout under them, heat rushing to his cheeks. There, he was exposed, even his tail hole on show as he raised it obediently, unable to deny how much he wanted to be filled. His lips moved and his jaw worked -- and yet the moment had passed for speaking, huffing shortly instead and choosing to stay there.

There were no thoughts required, simply doing no more than letting everything happen to him, moment by moment. Her hands moved down him, gripping and squeezing his ass; the wolf rocked back ardently into her touch.

"Mmph..."

"Be a good boy, or there won't be any presents for you."

Razak groaned, shaking his head a little, though the wolf didn't have to move all that much with his muzzle shoved in so close to the pillows. Amethyst squeezed his ass and he was reminded of the paddling he'd taken only a week ago. That kind of impact play didn't tend to leave welts (that was more the job of the cane, for some special play), but the bruises had rung deep that time. He quivered as she ran her fingertips down, kneeling up behind him.

The thick length of horse cock bounced lightly off his ass as she got into position. The wolf shuddered, trying not to react too much, though that was impossible. He tried to roll back, even then, like that would get that length of cock into him anymore quickly. His body burned and he whined, twisting his head even as he ducked his muzzle, straining to work through the quivering, ardent need.

That, however, was not for him. It would have been easier if he wasn't only in the harness, for sometimes bondage had that additional restrictive effect that worked rather well for such situations. If he could push into a cuff or strain at rope, it made it easier.

"Hold there."

Yet she made him stay still for her as she lined up, the head of the cock lubed-up, though perhaps not quite as much as it could have been. He blinked rapidly, the wolf opening and closing his jaws, harsh, hot breaths washing out over his lips and tongue. When the tip of the dildo teased against his tail hole, slowly but insistently pushing in, all he could do was relax, letting it ease into him as slowly and as steadily as the mare wanted.

Razak let out a short, sharp grunt as the head popped into him. Despite the length, that was the most difficult part of a dildo shaped like a horse's cock, though the medial ring had a delectable pull to it too. His sheath plumped up, the head of his cock pushing out, arousal high in spite of the pressure of the shaft under his tail.

He couldn't help how he burned for it, breaths hitching and catching in his throat, even as he heaved. His nose pressed down but Razak couldn't pull his head back up again, his backside aching for it even as he strained open wider and wider.

The mare could have been slower, she could have been gentler...but that was not what the moment was about. She gripped his hips, fingers curling and digging into his flesh, even through his fur -- and thrust.

"Ah!"

He yelped shortly, but bore through it, drooling a little as his ass was spread open more and more. "Her" cock pushed deeper as she grunted, easing over him, her body bowed over his as she dragged back, only to thrust more deeply again.

"Mmm... You feel so good," she moaned, playing into what he wanted to hear, a full body shudder rolling through the wolf. "Stay still for me, pup."

He nodded fervently, even though there was barely any space for him to do so, his muzzle somehow getting shoved increasingly under a pillow. It pressed into his forehead and he would have grasped it, hugging it to his chest, if he had possessed the presence of mind to do so. But all he could think about was how full he felt, how that shaft strained against him in just the right way.

"Mmph... Nngghh..."

Razak groaned, eyes half-closed -- but it didn't really matter if they were open or not, did it? He huffed and panted, struggling to bear through the impressive stretch, though his tail hole softened and eased as he fought to relax. Sometimes, that was much easier said than done.

Amethyst nickered and pushed over him, rolling her hips as the mare worked it deeper and deeper, opening him up bit by bit -- but that didn't have to mean there weren't rougher thrusts in there. She could have been a lot slower and more patient than she was as she ground coarsely into him, popping the medial ring past his tight pucker and chuckling throatily at his broken yelp.

"Oh, you can take it, pup," she laughed without mirth, pulling him back on to her cock for another inch of delicious penetration. "You have before."

Razak moaned, tongue lolling from his mouth. Yes, yes... Yes, he had, many times over, but every time felt like he was being stretched open for the first time all over again. His backside ached deeply and yet all he wanted to do was to push back on to it, to get those rougher, more savage thrusts that made his heart pound and leap in his chest.

It was up to her though and he was along for the ride, fingers curling desperately into the sheets just for something to grasp, even though it wasn't much to hold on to. He groaned aloud, head spinning, though she more roughly drove into him, her shadow falling over him as that cock powered deeper and deeper. Although Razak could not have known just how deep it was going, only guessing, the wolf squirmed and gasped, back trying to round, when she caught his prostate.

"You're so hard for this, pup," she taunted him, the wolf quivering at the pleasant mockery. "Look how much you're dripping... You're going to cum without me even touching your little cock, aren't you?"

He moaned, shaking his head. However, the wolf knew it was true, feeling less and less like himself as he was fucked. There must have been a vibrator or something on the other side of the harness, perhaps eased temptingly up against the mare's clit, for he swore he felt something echoed down the length of the dildo -- something that would not have naturally been there. Her thrusts grew sharper, coming with a crude edge to them that told Razak it was not for his pleasure.

It was never, really, about his pleasure. And that was just the way he liked it, his cock bobbing under his stomach, the tip pointing down but otherwise untended to. It throbbed weakly, but it wasn't going to get any attention as he kept his paws away from it: he knew already he was not to touch.

He squirmed, body locked on to that rod of horse cock slamming into him, feeling like it was tenaciously driving up into his core. Blinking, Razak pulled back a little, trying to find something to latch on to, though even the sheets seemed to slide from his grasp. At least the latex harness and her fingers roughly holding on to it kept some semblance of restraint in place, the latex harness digging nicely into his fur. It offered that nuance of friction he needed, the scent of it, from the protective shine serum, nipping at his nose.

"Unff... Ah... Please..."

He whispered the word, even though he knew it was not really going to be answered. Razak wasn't even looking for it to be replied to, locked into the moment with his chest shuddering, barely even able to draw a full breath. His body tensed as she pounded into him, hips working furiously, and he could even imagine just how her tail was flagged, taking both pride and pleasure in the moment of dominance, in claiming.

Still, it was right where he wanted to be as he shuddered and gasped out what could have been a broken kind of sob, though it was only from the weight of everything that had come before shedding from him. He couldn't think about what else was plaguing him when her cock drove so powerfully into him, her hips bouncing off his ass with every stroke, using every inch of the toy. The mare grunted and keened out at a higher-pitch, her thrusts growing erratic, but she didn't stop.

She didn't stop or even slow as she took her own raw pleasure and orgasm from him. Even though he wasn't using his mouth that time, sweating as his fur lightly clumped up beneath the harness, he swelled with pride. Something more relaxed about his muzzle as the wolf blinked, moisture clinging, only briefly, to an eyelash.

He would have pushed back, but he didn't have the strength too. All he could do was quiver there, held down in place while he strained with all his might solely to keep his hips elevated and raised for her. Clenching his jaw, he let out a strangled whine, tension building inside him, though his dripping cock told the tale of just how much desire he was holding back.

Would he be allowed to cum? His heart pounded, for it was not truly his decision -- and neither would the punishment be his choice if he climaxed too soon, before she had spoken those three little words.

So, he held off, snuffling into the pillow, his vision blurring even as his pleasure mounted. His fur seemed like it was clinging to him, even the restriction of the harness dragging at his attention -- too many little things demanding attention all at once. Nothing, however, could overcome the power of that dildo slamming into him, his ass having eased and relaxed, despite the rising, pleasurable burn.

And then she leaned over him, the swish of her tail playing over the backs of her legs. Her lips nipped at his ear and the wolf grunted, everything in him drawing taut as his cock twitched.

"Cum for me, pup."

Okay, so it was four little words -- but it was all he needed to hear as his groan-howl rang out into the pillows, his face suddenly shoved forward again as she worked deep, hardly slowly in pace at all as she brought him over the edge. He'd been on a hair trigger already, but all it had taken was that rush of heat to send him tumbling over the edge and past the point of no return. Even if the wolf had not been ready for it, long, hot spurts of cum shot into the bed, painting it with his cream, even as it soaked in. That, of course, would be a mess for him to clean up later, never her, but it was a price Razak was more than willing to pay for the aching throb of ecstasy curling within him.

His orgasm was more fleeting than hers was -- oh, but it was worth it. It was worth it for every throbbing, passionate moment, his heart lurching, feeling like it was not quite beating evenly in his chest. All was fine, however, even as his lungs ached, shuddering for a snatch of air as he gulped it down, his tail wagging and lifting a little more where it had drooped. Her fingers ran down his back, playing over the latex straps, though there was a demand in the pull of her fingertips, not ease.

"Oh, we have so much more to do tonight, pup," she hissed, though it felt more like a threat than a promise. "Don't roll over and play tired on me now. Or else I'll find other uses for you."

"Mmmph... No... I...won't..."

His lips worked and it took far more effort than it should have to force the words from his lips, tail wagging lightly back and forth against her stomach. Razak felt rather than saw her smile -- perhaps it was more of a smirk -- and her hips rest against his ass, every inch of that cock buried right up where it belonged.

"Good boy."

He wagged his tail, feeling lighter already. It may have been a rough day, but with whatever his mare had in mind for him, it was already going to be a much, much better evening.

Her cock strained inside him and he could almost imagine it throbbing, blinking as a little life returned to him. Rocking his head from one side to the other, he gathered his strength and pushed up with his arms, shakily easing up on to all fours, his back arched and rump grinding back on to the horse cock toy. With a needy whine, he glanced back, pleading openly.

What happened next, however, was all up to his mare...

Razak wouldn't have wanted it any other way.