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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Fioxy huffed and puffed, his chest aching coldly as the lionfox sprinted through the soaked farmyard. Some of the old cobbles remained from years gone by, shiny and wet, though they offered little traction on his dark paw pads. Even though he was a hybrid of lion and fox, built more like a lion than a fox, it was his fox-ish traits that were on show there that night.
Barking not far away warned Fiox of the resident guard wolf -- but he was yet to catch him! The lionfox bared his teeth in a feral smile and skidded around the corner of what looked like a stable block, though it was hard to see if it was occupied or not in the rain, which was growing in intensity. It soaked his fur, drawing a further aroma from his body even while it washed away the scents and tracks he might have otherwise left behind, complicating issues still.
Knowing he would not get away from the guard wolf that way, Fiox lunged for a partway-open door that led into a barn-like area, around the back of the stable block. The lionfox did not know if it was connected to the stables or not, but, with his stolen cargo of a fresh basket of eggs still clutched in his arms, Fiox was loathe to give up his bounty just like that.
No... A fox had to eat too! Even if there were, admittedly, easier ways to get eggs, none gave him a thrill quite like giving in to old, vulpine instincts.
He tumbled too quickly into a stable, which had a full door to enter rather than the traditional half door, to stop when he caught sight of the flickering lantern, set out of reach of two comfortable beds of hay and straw. The lionfox's eyes widened and he clamped his jaws shut against a yowl as two anthro bodies filled his vision: one red-brown and the other black. His nose twitched, telling him more than his sight, for the stable indeed had horses in it -- but not the non-anthro kind.
"What the..."
The chestnut mare's head shot up, her back to him and a hind hoof already in the air. The poor lionfox, even if he was the egg thief, didn't stand up as her grey-black hoof flicked up and back in a punishing kick.
WHAM!
Straight into his nuts.
He tried to groan but Fiox would never be completely sure whether or not he actually made a sound in that moment as the lionfox went down like a ton of bricks, hitting the ground hard. Even though there was rubber matting down, under the base layer of shavings, it was not an easy fall as pain rolled through his body. It didn't ache through his body with every pump of blood through his bruised balls, though it did not escape the lionfox's attention either that he could have perhaps avoided such pain if he had been wearing any clothes at all. When clothing more often than not was optional amongst anthros, one often went nude.
As blood tried to rush back into his nuts, he groaned, clutching his crotch, the basket of eggs tossed aside. Some of the eggs had broken but his keen nose, thankfully, detected that there were still a fair number of eggs in there that were still whole and viable for him to cook up a very nice omelette with. At least the thought of that distracted him from the gut-wrenching pain, though Fiox would have been amiss to ignore the lingering warmth behind it, something in the strike appealing to him on a deeper level.
But he wouldn't let the mares know about that, oh no. That would put the lionfox in an exceptionally bad position indeed.
The second mare, the black one, was quick to close off any escape and pinned him down on his back, not allowing him to cover his balls with his paws anymore, not permitting him even that level of self-protection.
Ace smirked shrewdly down at the lionfox, her thick tail flicking back and forth, though she didn't mind having their relaxing evening being interrupted all that much. Not with Amethyst beside her, though they'd only been out there to get some space and time for themselves. There was not a single marking on her pure black body, though she'd been told her green eyes had an eerie intensity about them.
Ace was more than willing to take things in hand, exactly as suited her, and would use everything to her advantage. Her tail flagged lightly as her pussy tightened, making her folds twitch subtly, but the silly lionfox was not to know he had stumbled right into a stable of two mares who were deep in season.
She exchanged a look with Amethyst as the chestnut mare surveyed their captured prize, her nostrils flaring and puckering as she sucked in short, experimental snatches of breath. Her upper lip briefly pulled back and up from her teeth to better allow her to sift through the scents in the air, a gleam entering her brown eyes.
"Hm, he could be interesting, Ace," she said, though didn't bother to quiet her voice at all. "You're right. So," she added, turning her focus to the weakly squirming lionfox. "What are you doing in here? Or were you just looking for a couple of mares to harass?"
"What? No!"
Fiox yelped, though he couldn't get away from where Ace had his paws pinned, while the chestnut mare knelt on his thighs, pinching in on the muscle to hold him firmly. The more he struggled the more it hurt -- and, for the lionfox, it was very much not a good kind of hurt. As he looked up at them both, his shaft throbbed, swelling a little, for it was not as if he had any clothes to keep it more discreetly tucked away at that time.