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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The wolf howled, fighting his bondage, though the chair had been fastened to the wall of the crazed mare's playroom for that very purpose. Ace laughed, no mirth in her tone, the black equine resounding with only cruelty. Both were nude, or the wolf was as nude as his bondage could render him, tied down with rope, the mare's black coat glistening with a hint of lavishing attention and oil.
"You like that, slut? Oh, I do love when you cry for me so prettily!"
Razak didn't know what was "pretty" about him howling, his blue fur a matted mess where he'd sweated, his balls stretched down with a thin rope that had been wound around and around the neck of his sack, stretching the fluffy orbs away from his body. That would have been enough strain on its own, but the rope had been knotted, with due skill from a mad mare, around the base of his cock too, keeping it from retreating into its sheath, putting pressure on just the right points.
The ridged paddle in her paw told the tale of his last howl but not all of them, balls smarting and zinging through with throbbing, lingering pain from the impact.
"What's the matter - too much for you?"
He grunted, pushing his teeth into the bar-like bit gag: a chunk of rubber-encased metal that extended out the sides of his jaw, effectively gagging him. As much as Razak drooled around it, the wolf could not speak, only beg with his eyes. Though, even then, he didn't know whether he was begging for more or begging her to stop.