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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"Aw, I'm so sorry you have to go get your brother."
Maddie twitched her ears, the grey-furred bunny leaning over to the horse in the driver's seat of the car, her fingers trailing up his leg to his crotch. She was forward, that much was clear, though Cody did not mind, the bay stallion whuffling a snort, a grin on his lips. His ears, however, did splay at the notion that he would not, in fact, be staying the night with the cute bunny that he had spent more than a few mind-blowing (to put it politely) nights with so far in their shared experience and time together.
"I know, Maddie, ugh, but I got to make sure Lance gets back alright," Cody grunted, though it was hard to sound annoyed by the change of events when Maddie was so very gently, playfully, kneading her paw over his crotch, the swelling bulge there giving rise to other pleasures. "Unff... Yeah, he's my baby brother, I got to pick him up. But Vaughn... Nnngghhh. He'll be real good to you, I wouldn't recommend him otherwise, Maddie."
Maddie giggled. As much fun as it was to tease the bay horse and watch him flush hotly under his rich, brown coat, she was rather keen to see what this "Vaughn" had in store for her. Apparently, he was a bull who had not come to any of the "frat house" parties that she'd been present at, not yet, so he hadn't gotten the chance to see her talents in action, though the bunny was legendary across campus and beyond. All for the right reasons, of course.
"I know, Cody, but that still doesn't mean I'm not sad you're not joining us! Maybe you can come by tomorrow?"
That perked the horse up and he grinned as she kissed his cheek. For them, it was oddly chaste.
"Yeah, that sounds great!"
He jumped out of the car, having pulled up outside the small house, which seemed to be split into two apartments, one on the upper level and one on the lower level. Vaughn did not often buy into the frat house sort of mentality and it was no wonder that he had swung, even if he was still paying rent to family, for a private place to stay, as small as it was. It was more than enough for him with a little help in paying, but what kind of student in college didn't have help of some kind in paying? Whether it was a scholarship or a partial bursary or simple aid from family, there was always something. Most were just jealous that Vaughn got his own space at a time when students, all adults, of course, were cramped into small spaces in more communal type living spaces with shared rooms too in the dorms. Shared houses more often tended to have private rooms at the very least.
Cody opened the passenger door for the bunny, who took the offered paw to help her out, a soft smile on her face. In the horse's other hand was held a case that looked more expensive than what he might usually have carried around his camera and recording equipment in. Her ears perked curiously, quivering. Even she did not know the full extent of what was going to happen that night (oh, how she liked a surprise!) or what Vaughn was into, though she was keener than ever to find out, a skip practically in her step.
The black bull came to the door to meet them, his eyes kind and gentle, but with the kind of excitement in them that Maddie was used to inciting, unable to stop her grin from widening at his greeting.
"Hey, Vaughn! I'm Maddie. But you already know that, don't you?"
The bull swallowed hard and mumbled something, though the brush of his paw across the back of his neck was cute, kind of. Although he was muscular, he seemed a little passive for her liking, Maddie shooting Cody a doubtful look, though the horse only gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. That no harm would come to her there was a given, but she had been promised a good time too!
"Have fun," Cody said with a wink, checking his watch. "Shoot, I gotta run -- it's, like, crazy traffic to get to the airport and we're nowhere near it."
He groaned, disliking the turn of events that his weekend had taken, but there was only so much he could do about that. With a decidedly jealous look cast back at the bull, Cody made good his exit, having already pressed the silver and black fancy case into Vaughn's paw.
"Er, well, come in, Maddie, I've got drinks here if you'd like anything before..."
Vaughn trailed off as if not knowing what to do, what to say. She was much shorter than him, so small that part of him was worried about crushing her, squashing her accidentally, not even five feet tall. Although she was lightly muscled, it was more in the sense that someone would have called her "toned", the edges of her definition, showing around her sleeveless vest top with buttons, were softened by her smooth, grey fur. A touch of white struck down her chest, disappearing between the demure rise of her breasts, though it was the flare of her auburn hair that made him blush the most fiercely.
Damn, he'd always had a thing for redheads. With glasses too, she was a heartbreaker.
Yet Maddie had no attention at all of breaking Vaughn's heart as she sashayed up to him, after, of course, accepting his offer of a glass of lemonade. If there was one thing she had learned throughout all her fun with guys other than her husband (all allowed and permitted by her sweet husband, of course), it was the importance of staying hydrated!
Well, that and seeing just how many cocks she could fit in her various holes... Maddie shivered, heating up under her light, thin layer of clothes already. It was surprising to her to still be in them, the bull having barely touched her.
"So, come on," she smiled, putting her paws on his chest, stretching up onto the tips of her toes. "There must be something you want to do with a cute little bunny like me..."
She was gentler than usual, expecting him to pick up the figurative reins in response, though the bull only brushed his fingers, far too tenderly, down the backs of her paws to her arms.
"Oh, well, I'd like to take care of you too," he said lamely, hot under her paws, muscle tense, hardly relaxed. "I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want, Maddie, please don't worry about that."