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.
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"I'm not so sure I want to go this far..."
Amethyst raised an eyebrow, sat on the naked stallion's lap with her legs wrapped around his thighs. The dappled grey horse tossed his head and nickered, the whites of his eyes showing around the blue cornflower irises. In a hotel room with friends - admittedly nude - Mugsaith should not have found himself so anxious, heartbeat racing to the gallop of imaginary hooves. Blinking down at the chestnut horse with her arms slung familiarly around his neck, body close enough to trap his cock, he slipped his paws from shoulder to waist, from hip to stomach, finding not a single place to settle.
He shook himself, skin twitching over muscle as his friend, a wolf sprawled up at the head of the king sized bed, snickered at his colt-ish behaviour. The horse's ears flipped down, indecision battling with a want to know, if only from mere curiosity, a passing whim. He should not have been nervous - Solus would never let him hear the fecking end of it. After all, he was the one who had initiated their liaisons, convincing the red mare in turn to persuade the grey wolf, Solus, back to her hotel room that first time in the bar. Only the trio to find greater pleasures and for Mugs to end the night with his best friend's - best straight friend's - cock buried under his flagged tail.
The mare pressed her muzzle into the larger stallion's neck, kissing down the arch to his collarbone. Despite his trepidation at what his friend had so wickedly suggested, he leaned into her touch, upper lip quivering as if to peel back and sift through the scents. His cock throbbed, drooling a string of pre cum and jerking to slap back against his own stomach in feral mind. Amethyst curled her paw around the length, finger and thumb barely meeting on either side, and stroked lightly down to the medial ring, keeping him worked up and shivering in anticipation. She would have him.
Solus flaked out with an arm flung behind his head, grey coat slashed through with black and white markings that seemed to have no rhyme or reason upon first glance. Upon closer inspection, however, his markings were perfectly symmetrical, as if a tattoo artist had gone to town on his fur. A blip in genetics, there would never be another wolf in the world with the same markings. On the other paw, his markings lead to some awkward situations when he would have preferred to move by unnoticed, finding himself too distinctive on a later date. That was mostly his fault for causing so much trouble with Mugs.
"You roped me in, didn't you, Mugs?" Amethyst nipped his ear. "So why shouldn't Solus here get a bit of a show too? You got to take his cocks into your tail hole, even while the poor pup was tied down."
Solus' ear twitched at the name but he slid his gaze away, choosing not to comment.
"That was different... I'm gay..." Mugs protested weakly, gaze imploring.
It didn't matter if he was gay or not though - not when he had a paw teasing his cock. If he closed his eyes, he could not tell the difference between her touch and that of any other male. The mare had a firmer paw than most, not that he was complaining.
Amethyst chuckled and shook her head, easing behind the horse who hunched forward on the edge of the bed, muscles tenser than she had ever seen them. She rested her paw in the centre of his back and gently kneaded out the tension with the heel of her palm until his eyes closed and he swayed dozily. He would do as she wanted regardless of anything else, the submissive little colt that he was.
"Mugs..." She purred, creeping a paw around his shoulders and nuzzling into his mane. "Don't you want to know what it's like, pony? To be inside a mare? There's a part of you that is curious, I'm sure. Very curious."
He gulped and hung his muzzle down to his chest, shaking even as his cock throbbed, a globule of pre cum beading at the tip and oozing viscously down the length from mottle to mottle. Reaching around the horse's stomach, Amethyst nibbled his neck and coaxed another drop of pre, and then another, from his needy shaft, paw squeezing and stroking in time to imagined, lusty thrusts. The stallion's hips rocked up from the bed and he whickered, words a mumbled mess of language fumbling with every scrap of desire and doubt held in his heart.
Amethyst shot Solus a look and winked, arching her back to show off her rump, sleek and rounded after arduous hours spent in the gym. The work there, after all, only served to assist her 'hip thrusts'. The mare's lips twitched yet she held her pose, expression painted smooth as her eyes danced with mischief.
"Maybe I could even persuade sweet Solus to mount you while I take you inside me," she suggested with a wink, tail flicking up to show off her sex to the wolf. "Have a nice, thick wolf cock breeding your tail, a real stud to fuck you and show you who's really on top when it comes to the two of you."
His ears pricked up and he licked his muzzle with a long, pink tongue, her show having precisely the effect that she desired. His twin penises twitched, blood pulsing through the lengths, and he barked, pushing himself up on the palms of his paws with that lazy smile of his stretching his lips wide. Amethyst blew him a kiss, tail flicking back and forth like the pendulum of a clock. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... The night was passing. Tossing her mane back over her shoulders, Amethyst slipped a paw between her thighs, teasing her clitoris with just the very tip of her finger, hoof-nail painted stark black. Solus whimpered, nose twitching as he inhaled her scent, potent and heavy in the air.
Sometimes males were almost too easy to wrap around her little finger.
Fingers pressing into the front of his deltoid, Amethyst lay the horse back on the bed and drew his paws up over his head. Without request, for dominance came as easily to the wolf as it did to the mare, Solus grasped Mugs by the wrists and pinned them in place so that all the pony could do was squirm, locked in a vulnerable position with his goods on display. Amethyst blew Solus another kiss, taking note of how his eyes dropped to her breasts, nipples hardening into small nubs through her chestnut coat.
Swinging her leg over Mugs' hips, Amethyst lowered her pussy to his shaft, dropped over his abdomen. If anything, his cock hardened at the restraint and he nickered as Amethyst reached back to stroke his balls, cupping and squeezing them in one paw. As she teased, she rubbed her pussy along his shaft, pushing over his medial ring and leaving the underside of the pink and grey shaft slick with her arousal. The stallion grunted and bucked, hooves scrabbling over the duvet as if struggling for purchase, though there was not enough free space for him to pull them up. Forced to let his calves and fetlocks dangle, Mugs blushed and moaned as Amethyst worked her magic. Sensation was sensation, no matter whether it came from a male or a female fur, or so he told himself in the privacy of his own mind. The paw on his balls squeezed and a tremor ran through his body, hooves flailing helplessly against the side of the bed.
The wolf stroked each of his shafts in turn, a low murr passing his lips as if he could not hold back his own devious pleasure at the show, rolling to the side for a better view and forgetting his place in holding Mugs' wrists down. Amethyst spread her rump cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh of each as she showed off her dripping sex for the wolf's viewing pleasure. Groaning, he panted heavily with an open-muzzle, pink tongue lolling out as if he was a feral wolf lusting after the newest bitch in the pack.
