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 nightclub was a smaller affair, though that was merely as it was exclusive, the kind of club that one had to book a table at months in advance. That spoke volumes of the group of furs seated at the bar, laughter and alcohol flowing easily between them, enjoying the easy simplicity of each other's company. Five couples -- and Maddie and Ninnin, the latter of which had orchestrated the whole event, even the private hire of the nightclub.
"I must say, Ninnin, you've outdone yourself."
He grinned, the raccoon's ears twitching faintly, a twinkle in his eye.
"Yeah... You could say I plan ahead. But Louise's is the best. I've never had a cocktail like what they do here anywhere else."
A hidden gem in the city, yet one that Ninnin was a frequent customer of, all with his gorgeous wife, Maddie the bunny, on his arm. Although the décor in there was dark and tasteful in shades of deep blue and shades of grey, he knew too how it looked when the lights were on, when the club was in full swing. Spotlights and disco lights would sweep the dancefloor, which was set away from the seating area and the bar with plenty of room to move, though that was not quite as much his scene as enjoying the quieter times there, tasteful music that made his heart pound just a little bit quicker than normal.
Of course, the music choices were from Cody that evening, the bay equine who had done so much for them in the past and was one of Maddie's "favourites". That was something that only those in the know would know, but was of no matter to anyone else. Ninnin only told others as much as Maddie wanted to tell him, though he had taken great pride and pleasure in seeing how the horse developed in his studies, a local college student in his second year. Film and technology were areas in which he was passionate about and purchasing the equipment for Cody had allowed Ninnin to see Maddie's exploits in excellent, sometimes surprising, definition.
Music, however... That was Cody's passion and not one that Ninnin had pushed into yet, though he was interested to see just how Cody would DJ the entire event. It might be something else, going forward, that he could assist the equine with as he set himself up properly at the DJ booth at the back of the dance floor. Far enough from them that he could concentrate on his selections, on lining up the best tracks from them, but still close enough that he could enjoy every bit of the show once his cock was hard and throbbing...
Music pumped through, switching tracks, an undercurrent to the unspoken need in the club at that moment. A little to set the mood, to play out the vibe of the place... There was no rush there, of course, none at all. Everything was alright, as long as Maddie was there with him, setting the pace, the tone, with her smaller, curvy little body.
She was beautiful. He had always said so, though Ninnin liked to say it time after time again, all to see the rise of a blush in her cheeks. Even though she had light grey fur, it came out a little darker in shade where the lighting was not as bright as it could have been to bring out her best features, a lighter cream flowing down her front. That, however, could not be seen all that often, unless she was unclothed or dressed more lightly for summer, though Ninnin lamented that he didn't often get to see her like that in autumn and winter.
That was a shame... She was even cuter snuggled up in cosy sweatshirts and the like, even when he wanted to see her in nothing but her fur. He'd seen her with plenty more than that, in all actuality, with many cocks of all shapes and sizes (big stallions and dogs were a favourite, of course) pressed reverently into her holes as if they were there merely as an act of worship.
Without thinking about it, Ninnin shivered, though he suppressed it enough that he did not disturb Maddie. She was too light, too fun, too much "enjoying the moment," her rich amber hair with a deep auburn twist to it. Absent-mindedly, he ran his fingers through it, careful of her styled curls, the bunny wriggling on top of her barstool while the wolf bartender slipped another whisky over to Ninnin. He sipped it lightly, taking his time, savouring it. He would never have wanted to rush one of his favourites with the rich, oaky undertones, leaving an impression even when it had slipped down his throat.
Yes... Yes, he had seen his beautiful wife in all kinds of situations, for the raccoon anthro was not shy in the slightest of sharing her out with, well, any male that she wanted to be with, in fact. There were no restrictions when it came to Maddie, even when, perhaps, there should have been. He only longed to see her happy, to see her fulfilled, her body aching and throbbing around huge shafts that had no place shoving into her. He'd seen her stretched around those dicks so many times over that she had been almost "worn" as something on them herself, though that was perhaps a little too crude for him to be thinking as her husband so early in the night.
Later, however... Oh, anything would be fair game then! But the foreplay was what they longed for too, something that they lusted for just as much, the warm-up and the tease that would make the multiple main events so many times more exciting.
He couldn't wait.
Maddie leaned into him, giggling at something that Novie had said. The blue kangaroo had her fur tastefully dyed all of the time and none of them had ever seen her with her dye job fading in the slightest, she was so on top of its maintenance. It was funny to imagine her as anything other than her sharp self, Novie the kind of kangaroo that they wouldn't have been surprised at all to see pushing her glasses up her nose. Most of the time, however, Novie didn't wear glasses.
"Oh, where on earth do you get all these little factoids from?" Maddie laughed, though Ninnin could only smile at the warmth of her fur and body against his, how solid she felt against him, all in the best of ways. "I swear, you're like...one of those shows! The one that quizzes you and you have to answer trivia questions!"
"She's won one of those!" Salma jumped in, slamming her palm down on the bar top, all attention on the cheetah. "Seriously, it was back in college! I can't believe she outstripped them all -- I think it even ended up on TV too!"
Maddie grinned at them. It was so good to be with them all, her friends, the friends of her and her husband. It was difficult to keep up with all of them, but the guys, all in their twenties and earlier thirties, consisted of Troy, a bay Clydesdale, Cole, a black bull, Owen, a Bison, Ethan, an Elk and, last but not least by any means, Mason, who was a moose with a rather impressive rack of antlers. There was certainly no shortage of the hooved and cloven-hooved anthros in their group that night!
Troy, Cole, Owen, Ethan and Mason. And that was only the husbands! They were all married up, every guy with a partner, but the ladies were perhaps the ones that Maddie had grown closer to over the years. Of course, there was Salma the cheetah and Novie the kangaroo, but also May, a fluff dragon of short stature, Scarlet, a red panda, and Yve, a mouse who always seemed to be running about, her black and grey fur setting her apart from the traditional brown and grey.
