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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"Oh..."
Fabian whimpered, the slender stallion still growing into himself, an adult but still feeling very much as if he was growing into himself in his first year of college. There was so much different there, to his old home life, the high school he'd gone to, but the cremello equine with a silky, thin, flowing mane and tail, could not have wanted anything else at all, considering that it was there that he had met Veron.
Veron... Oh, he was lovely, so sweet, so caring, the kind of stallion that didn't care who said what when they were walking along, paw in paw, even through the university. There were still some in the world that didn't like their kind of relationships, but Veron did not care, his forelock a little wild, the rest of him a little fuzzy, as if he had not groomed himself properly, lending an air of the untamed to his entire form and figure.
He had a dark, liver chestnut coat, his mane and tail a little darker, though nearly the same shade, the rich brown coming with fewer red hairs than the bright chestnuts that paraded about. Stallions were all well and good but everyone knew that most of them were far too interested in what lay between their legs to be counted good for much else, stereotypes persisting even though some tried not to make it be so. When so much was laid out for them to take for their own, it was difficult indeed to not become a stereotype too.
But Veron was different, chuckling as he stroked his partner's cock, showing him something new, though they had masturbated together before, even given each other oral. It was not about rushing his beautiful cremello boyfriend, however, but in taking it slow, waiting for him to be ready, panting, whimpering, begging for it. It was the keenest point of readiness that could ever be as Fabian hugged the pillow to his narrower chest, something that Veron was, ever so slightly, jealous of. He could not hide his tiny bit of a gut, a rough and tumble native horse type with less shape and definition than his partner, who was a year younger than him.
"Oh... Yes..."
