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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Aegi grunted, the wolf-like hybrid with light, orange-brown fur scenting the air as he sat on the beach. He'd been offered a parasol, stuck in the sand, to rest under but the Aelysian-Tendrawulf hybrid was more comfortable without one. He had always been like that, truly, though he was of a smaller stature as a feral, roughly about the size of a Labrador retriever, give or take a few inches.
Aegi was not just a wolf, however, licking his lips as he adjusted his weight on the blanket that he had accepted from the shack attendant, though many of the anthros out there on the sunny beach that day seemed to have taken them up on their offer of amenities like that. He was happy sitting in the warmth, his wings folded in neatly against his back, a smooth mop of brown hair curling down his face to brush the top of his snout, though he had managed to lightly style it up at the back so that it did not succumb too much to the heat. His back end may have been considered wolf-like at first glance, with his light orange-brown fur and the thick brush of his tail, which was also tipped with white, but the cloven hooves, well -- they were not wolf-ish in the slightest. Those were from his Aelysian heritage but Aegi had always liked being his own creature.
He wanted to stand out. And if he could do that without doing a damn thing else, well...that was just a bonus for him.
"Mmm..."
Aegi hummed appreciatively as he scanned the beach. There were the usual anthros on the sex-positive beach enjoying one another sprawled across beach chairs and blankets and some even in the sand (how gritty) but he was looking for those without partners. Even as he watched, Aegi's sheath plumped up faintly with a hint of his dark cock, balls aching with need. They could hold a lot more cum than one might have thought and he was already itching with the need to get a nice lady pinned under him, ramming crudely into her so that he could seed her full with more cream than she could honestly handle.
His eyes alit on a female, a lady that he knew rather well, that out in the surf, however, bobbing with her arms over a surfboard, seemingly separated from her friends. She didn't appear to be in any danger, however, even if the anthro, who seemed to have cat-like ears, was on her own. Her bright smile caught the sunshine even from a distance. Syerra had always been like that -- and it was the perfect day to up the ante with her.
Aegi's eyes gleamed. So, he had someone to ask... For he would never take an unwilling partner, after all.
That was not what breeding was all about.
S'Tarthos stretched out in the surf, the non-anthro Dracris a species all of their own, something that one would have to look carefully at -- and still not quite be able to easily determine their species. But he was okay with that, a blue-grey, furred, dragon-like creature with a mammalian body and horns that resembled warped antlers rising from his head. Floating black orbs were cradled between them, suspended by an electrical field, but that was just one of his many powers and talents. His tail boasted a blade-like appendage, two blades curved out and pointing back in towards one another, with another black orb suspended there, though it never fell out of place. Down the line of his black ran thick, chunky, dark-grey plate scales with grey spines rising from them, the similar armour dotting his thighs and the upper part of his foreleg.
Yet Fenria took the larger Dracris' head in her hands, smirking faintly as his long, trailing whiskers, like those of an Eastern dragon, tickled her belly.
"You should only have eyes for me, S'Tarthos," she breathed, "or else I might think that you don't want to keep me company out here today."
S'Tarthos started, blinking down at Fenria. She always seemed to manage to make him feel small, even though there was a considerable, notable size difference between them. They were not in a relationship that most would have acknowledged, but it was clear too that there was a bond between them.
Fenria grinned as she led her larger charge out into the surf, deeper and deeper, though it was up to the Aelysian's chest before it had brushed the tops of his legs, so great was the difference between them. She wore a red bikini that her breasts were nearly spilling out of -- not because it was too small for her but simply because it was daringly low-cut. She hadn't wanted to hide much of her silvery-blue skin that day, showing off the brighter blue striped markings across her body, her white hair slicked back with water and highlighting both her horns and her long, pointed ears.
Her body ached for him and she was going to have him, sweeping her long tail up against S'Tarthos as she swam backwards. She might as well have been drawing the Dracris along with her on a leash for how sweetly obedient he was, though it was a warmer kind of domination (and submission) that was tangled between them.
"I knew you'd be good for me," she praised softly, bobbing in the water as he paddled, his paws not all that far from the ocean floor and the tide marks underwater that had been left by its ebb and flow in the sand. "A good boy for me... Now, roll onto your back."
S'Tarthos' cock was already pushing out, determined to make itself known even though he had not been all that horny only a few moments ago. She had that effect on him and he instantly rolled over, letting the water carry the weight of his body. Floating was tricky for a creature like him, for his tail wanted to drag and the mass of his body wanted to tip him first one way and then the other, though it was not all that bad, no. He grunted, licking his lips and tasting the salt, another bobbing by with a soft smile on her face. She looked something like Fenria but not quite, with more human-like skin on show and cat ears on top of her head.
Fenria, however, had something for the Dracris and wasn't going to stop as she slung herself casually up and on top of his floating body, forcing him to adjust himself a little. But she didn't seem to care for his situation as she slid back to his head, her knees in the water and her tail flipped back over his head, dragging in the ocean behind him. With the waves lapping all around them, she was just where she wanted to be as she ground her bikini-clad pussy back over his snout.