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 waves were perfect off the beach with a popular resort that visitors from London in particular liked to frequent on summer weekends, though Clay and Butch were stallions in residence at the Cornish town. Working there summers and winters, though summers, to be fair, were very often busier than the slower, more relaxed winters, they boasted the benefit of one there, where they'd moved, knowing that they were related. Clay's dark bay, almost black, coat was told as bay only by his mealy, brown muzzle and softer, brown points, while Butch was a pure black with a stark, white stripe on his face, cutting down with a sharp deviation towards his right nostril at the end. A touch of pink softened his nose, though anyone that knew him would have guessed that he was the more in charge one of the duo.
Summers may have been a busy time but the surfing brothers still found time for one another out in the surf when the sun was going down, sitting on their boards, relaxing while they waited for another swell to come through. They would only paddle to catch the best waves, after all, and the rest of the time would be spent out there, shooting the breeze, tails fanning out in the water where they perched on their boards. Their weight forced the fibreglass under the water, though still allowed them to be buoyant enough to sit, Clay leaning back on his paws, snorting softly.
What someone would not have seen on first glance, however, was Butch's paw around his brother's cock, stroking and teasing lightly, a hard rod of dark-skinned stallion-flesh protruding from the bottom of his surf trunks. They were a popular brand, but any pre-cum that spilt down to mark their dark shading would float away in but a moment, as quickly forgotten as it had been spent. Clay grunted, shaking his head, his half-wet mane trying to still cling damply to the side of his neck, quivering in place.
"Unff... Fuck, Butch..."
Butch smirked.
"You always were such a slut, little bro."
Clay shuddered, his cock throbbing, drooling a little more pre-cum in direct response to that. Why did he get off so much on being called a slut? It was as if his entire body had turned to jelly, shivering and trembling, his hide twitching over muscle, need coursing through with very beat of his heart pumping blood heatedly around his body. The cool of the summer evening and the water, shore not all that far away and the ragged cliffs too, was not enough to simmer down the heat in his body as his brother took control, so very easily dominating him.
As he always did. Butch had always been in control.
The stallion nickered throatily as his brother controlled him, stroking his cock, making him throb and nicker all the more wantonly. A pawjob like that should not feel as good as it did, the stallion's fingers folding expertly around his thick length, sometimes sliding over his medial ring and sometimes not. It was all under Butch's control and up to him to decide, always.
"I think a needy cunt like you really fucking needs to cum, hm?"
