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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"Oh, darling... You look so much better this way... What's your safe word?"
The zebra shuddered in bondage, stretched out between two metal poles locked down into the floor so that he stood spread-eagled, his pink tongue flicking out to brush against his lips. It was hard to talk, having been there for so long already, his cock out and hard, drooping under its own weight. He'd been edged and edged again for so long that he hardly felt that he was even seeing straight, but that was the least of it. He couldn't even remember his own name in the thick of it, heat rushing through, throb after through.
His mistress of the night, a friend and casual partner, was a tall, elegant llama with gleaming eyes and a shiny black coat, dressed primly in a grey and black corset that off-set the colour of her fur. Everything about Mistress May radiated power, though she was Sally outside their scenes.
"Mmm..."
The zebra licked his lips, looking helplessly down between his spread hooves, balls clasped in a ball stretcher. It was heavy, weighty, pulling his nuts down, like a round clamp that went around the narrow neck of his sack, forcing his nuts to stretch down into the base of his sack. It left them round and as if they were swollen, though he knew from experience that they could be stretched even further than that, fatter and appearing even bigger.
