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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Mugs groaned, the grey stallion with his half-hard cock out in his paw, though his fingers didn't curl around it as eagerly as they usually did. He snorted, his soft, grey muzzle twitching with tiny muscles under the skin, eyes half-closed even though his phone was out beside him, recording everything.
Fucking bitch... He mouthed, not daring to say the words aloud as the phone recorded. It was all her fault, Janie, the collie. Her bright colouration, the golden-brown hue, should have rendered her sweet, but there was nothing sweet about the canine who had coerced him into fucking her just so that the guy that he'd been going out with before wasn't outed against his will.
Mugs groaned. Sam. Yes, Sam, his black coat resplendent in his mind's eye... Oh, the break-up had not been easy, a quick romance and whirlwind relationship, but he didn't want any harm to come to him. That would break him, break his heart, for he had not been ready to expose all and the deeper a pit that Mugs dug the harder it was to even think about getting out of it.
He steeled himself. He had to do it, the camera phone pointed at him, his cock throbbing, drooling with pre-cum. If he thought about Sam, his previous black heartthrob, maybe that would get him through. But it was still her name that he had to say, for the camera.
"Janie..."
Mugs moaned, hating it as he climaxed, spurting seed everywhere as he panted. It was not the first of the jack-off videos that she'd demanded from him and it was part of the hole he had dug, helpless to do anything about it.
If he stopped sending her the demanded videos, she'd unveil Sam. And that could not do... But he gave her more and more ammo too to use against him by simply sending her the videos.
Mugs: Janie, this has to stop. You know I'm gay... I don't like this. You've had your fun, but we've got to stop this now.
As if one text would make it any better, though he had to try, her name appearing on the screen with three dots after it as she formulated her reply.
Janie: Get to the alleyway behind the off-license, colt.
He groaned. Did he have a choice in it? Maybe he'd be able to convince her, at least, if he was there in person, though what Janie wanted was surely only one fucking thing...
The stallion dressed lightly, the late-summer air still hanging about. They called it an "Indian summer", though Mugs didn't honestly know what that meant, just nodded along whenever anyone talked about it. Autumn was coming, however, and soon the chill of winter would sweep across the country and such light clothing that could easily be slipped on and off would no longer be suitable at all.
The eve of the day was coming, the edge of sunset showing across the park and other suburban buildings, not really in a city centre, though everything was becoming more and more built up. The flash of golden-brown in her coat, off-setting the white, was easy to spot as he ducked behind, paws shoved into his pockets as he scuffed a boot-clad hoof across the ground.
"Hey there," the collie practically purred, eyes smouldering with an intent that Mugs did not reciprocate. "Didn't think you were going to come this time and I was going to have to release that video..."
