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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"So quick to get off, hm..." Ropes teased, sliding a long line, used for horse training, around Limba's wrists, twisting it around, sliding the rope through and knotting it very neatly and securely. "It's like you're begging for it..."
Limba stiffened and grunted, trying to rock back, but the cougar had him held in place too firmly, tying his wrists securely. Like that, he really did feel like a broodmare, slung more securely over the top of the bales for breeding, his legs kicked apart and hooves scraping across the concrete. Wisps of straw clung to his body where he was damp enough for it to stick, but all he cared about was the cougar's cock grinding up to him.
Ropes had hardly pushed his clothes out of the way, still in his shirt and freeing his erection only enough to rub against Limba. The barbs on his cock flushed with blood, thicker and not as sharp as those of his ancestors, though that was just as well for his partners. They would not have felt pleasurable if they were as sharp as a bite and truly raked through, for they were designed to stimulate ovulation, along with pleasure. His, on the other paw, could be rough to take at times, but would always bring pleasure upon pleasure.
He did not wait, purring over him, letting his demonic side come through in the desperate glow of his pale, white eyes. Sometimes, he could let that part of his nature come through and he did well and truly, snarling as he slammed the full length of his cock inside Limba. It was as if he didn't have any care or consideration, not anymore, for the pleasure of his boy mare, even if he had not yet placed a claiming mark upon Limba.
The pony squealed around his tentacle cock and Ropes had to swallow a yowl as it exploded inside his mouth, one orgasm from that tentacle cock heralding his building inside him, simmering and flickering like flames in a hearth. His tail lashed the air desperately, his other tentacles dripping and drooling thick pre-cum, though he could have all he wanted there, lusting and longing, driving in, listening intently to the grunted squeals, muffled around him, that broke the pony's lips.
There was nothing quite like that, Ropes heaving and pressing on, the rhythmic slap and pound of his hips filling the room. Fuck, he loved that side of himself, not needing to hold back, trusting Limba to take every pounding, driving, grinding stroke as if he was nothing more than a hole to be fucked, though Ropes was not so quick to toss away such a willing partner.
Just a hole, a breeding hole. He hissed lusciously, sweat dampening the fur under his arms, between his thighs, though his clothes hid most of it.
"My slutty..." It was hard to get the words out through his harsh breathing, eyes blazing with intent. "Unnfff... Fucking...mare..."
He didn't have to get all the words out, however, not then, not ever. All he needed was the grind and pound of his hips, slamming into Limba as the pony whined and climaxed on his cock.
Limba lost his sense of self, right where he needed to be, pussy pulling around the cougar's dick as if he was desperate to milk him, right through his heated passion. It had to be done and it had to be lusted for, panting heavily through his flared, sharp nostrils, puckering and pulling to draw as much breath into his body as was physically possible. The cougar fucked him harder, seemingly, than he ever had before, every stroke cramming in all the way up to his innermost barrier. Limba didn't think, honestly, that he would have been able to take any more dick even if he'd wanted to, huffing and panting heavily.
At least the tentacle cock, shaped to reveal the cock-like head in Ropes' state of lust, was something for him to focus on, even as his pussy twitched as if climaxing already again. He didn't know just how he could be ready to fuck again, but the cougar pushed over him with a more savage growl than ever, lips curling back from his teeth.
"My mare..."
That sent a jolt of heat right into the core of the boy mare's being and he whinnied softly through his nostrils, though some of the sound was muffled still. Such was the fate of having a tentacle rammed practically down his throat, though Limba would never have complained. He was still very much right where he wanted to be, where he belonged, the barbs pulling through. That had to be what was getting him so achingly close to the pitch of his need, but Limba didn't care. Caught up in his delirium, he let everything roll over him, revelling in the raw, pure sensation of being so crudely, deliciously fucked.
It wasn't all that often that he got to experience it, tugging futilely against the rope binding his paws back behind his back. The tightness of it, the knots, oh... It all got him going, wanting to squeeze his legs together, but Ropes was there between them, roughly forcing them open, making sure that there was no place there for Limba, other than in submission to him. The tentacles dripped over Limba, not caring for the mess that they made of his coat, the cock heads showing in soft definition, pulsing very faintly with the beat of blood around Ropes' body.
Every pound struck home, but not even Ropes could hold back from the ultimate high as Limba pulsed and flexed around his cock, keening out yet another muffled orgasm. That was all Ropes needed to drive in with rougher and rougher strokes, slamming into Limba's buttocks with every grind of his hips, the control and power flowing through him with the kind of energy that he could not set aside.
Neither was he supposed to as the need to cum rose within him, throbbing up thick and fast, already ready to spend another load. And he could take it too, letting every stroke carry him closer and closer, a tentacle toying mildly with the underside of the pony's tail, stroking over the long hairs and the velvety, firm dock that made him want to try out the pony's backdoor entrance too.
Maybe another time for that though, the pony whinnying a little too sharply, Ropes cursing under his breath. He wanted to keep Limba quiet, but those noises that he made were too sweet, all in a way that Ropes wanted to hear more, to break those cries from him, time after time again. Alas, there was still a small risk that Fyr would hear Limba, if they were too loud about it.
