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 goat perched anxiously on the edge of his bed, wanting even then, lips parted with a tiny gleam of moisture on them. It was strange, very strange, not something that he had tried before but the app-controlled chastity device held reverently in his paws looked more or less like any other one that he had worn before. It was not innocuous, not by a long shot, but Grayscale knew that it being able to be controlled by someone else, without even giving them a key or needing them to be in the local vicinity to him, was another kinky level of deviousness that would up the ante even more.
"Oh... To hell with it. Come on!"
He geed himself on the best he could, gulping hard, his ears flattening back down against his head, though they bumped into his small horns. Naked from head to cloven hoof in the privacy of his own home, he separated the device into two sections, groaning softly in the back of his throat as he lubed it up, slipping the part that went over his shaft into place. It was a snug fit but the lubricant helped at least a little, the second part fitting around his balls and then, softly and slowly, locking into place.
There was not even a click. It was deceptive and Grayscale's heart fluttered anxiously, fumbling with it for a second, his phone chiming softly as the app synchronised. Maybe that was something that he should have checked first of all, before putting on the chastity device, but it was too late for that as he checked that he could unlock it from his phone. That was reassuring as it fit into place right where it belonged, the smooth, grey device blending seamlessly into his body, cool with metal but swiftly warming to the heat of his body. For it was there that it would stay until he decided, once again, to remove it.
He grunted, falling back on the bed, heat rushing and tingling to parts of his body that he rarely considered in such an erotic fashion. He was aware, seemingly, of every nerve-ending, how he tensed his muscles, thighs bulging slightly as he drove down into the heels of his cloven hooves. It was only a touch of sensation but it shifted the weight of the chastity cage on his shaft, a catch in Grayscale's breath as he rolled his head back against the bed.
"Oh... Ohhh..."
It was tempting but he couldn't take it off already, not when he had only just slipped it into place. And he had more things to do that day than to simply spend every last moment of it in the bedroom.
He moaned, wriggling into clothes, though even that seemed more difficult with the device in place. His shaft tried to swell, tried to fit the space that had been offered to it, but he had to keep going, had to continue softly on with his day, more tentative in how he moved than before. There was something new in how it had to be gotten used to, the weight of it more symbolic than something that was going to stop him from actually moving around freely.
Chores. Shopping. He whimpered and squirmed all the way to the supermarket, shifting his weight constantly, eyes flitting back and forth as he stood behind a cart, breath lingering on his lips. Did they know? It was hard to imagine that all of those around him had absolutely no idea of what was going on with him, not when he felt it so viscerally, taking small, needy steps, trying not to jostle the weight around his shaft and balls too much. His crotch ached with the need to adjust himself into a more comfortable position but wearing a cage like that was not about being comfortable: it was about being restricted.
He felt it. The need came swiftly, submissive and heavy, drawing him down into a state that was almost sleepy, if not for the rampant horniness coursing through. Blood pulsed and pumped around his body but felt more restricted going to his crotch and where it was still needed, even if he could not swell, thicken up, firm up, give in to his desires when the cage was in place.
He couldn't resist it the next day after work, which had been an experience in teasing distraction in itself. He was home and on the bed, a nice-sized dildo with a smooth length and slenderer tip (though not perfectly tapered) in his paw. With a hefty dose of lube, he leaned back against the pillows that he had piled up for his comfort, panting lightly, breath slipping over his lips at the same moment as the toy pushed up under his tail.
"Mmm... Oh..."
