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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Chad groaned, entering the bar with a wrinkle to his nose. His head was trimmed in a modern style, left long on top and styled over so that it curved like a wave, the loose ends dangling towards his face. It was not his usual look, but, well, when he was heading out to do something that he didn't usually partake in, it seemed like a good idea to disguise his appearance.
Just a little. Not enough to really look different, but enough that he could tell anyone who "caught" him there that they'd gotten the wrong end of the stick, plausible deniability or some shit like that.
Not...that he wanted to go there, no, to the furry bar, of course not. Chad took a deep breath, seating himself at the bar, yet again trying not to look as if he was too comfortable there, for it was not the sort of place that any human should have looked at home in.
And there was a good crowd there that night, lots of anthros around, big and muscular. There were a lot there too that didn't have shirts on, a mix of males and females -- and some that could have been either or non-binary. Chad didn't mind either way, his inclinations going all ways, as long as he was being respectful.
He sipped his drink, a cocktail guaranteed to get him drunk quickly, the heaving throng of bodies behind him, clad in so much fur that he wondered how they even managed in the bar when it was so warm in there already. But he liked getting to see more of them, their bodies lightly sweaty, some lions bustling by, dragging their tails along the back of his bar stool.
Against himself, Chad shivered. But he was not cold, not at all, not as he mumbled into his drink and swallowed down more of it, the cool liquor sliding down his throat. He'd finished his drink, heart pounding, waiting, and was about to order another when someone put their heavy paw on his shoulder, fingers curling around to the front of his admittedly small muscle.
"Hey, boy," the husky grinned, tail wagging, his fur a light blue with a white front and splash around his muzzle. "Why don't you come to the back with us?"
It was phrased as a question, but Chad was always going to go along with it, step by step, shuffle by shuffle. He wanted it, even though he'd needed the alcohol, once again, to push himself lightly into it, though getting down on his knees in front of a beefy stud in the bathroom was nothing out of the ordinary to him.