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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"This is your punishment, weakling."
Swiftwolf growled, hunkering down, his arms behind his back. In the training room, he was rarely allowed to be free, though he was surprised that only his arms had been bound, for he had bitten the stag slave trainer. Sandor flinched at the side of the room, hoping he would not be noticed, tucked away beside some of the bondage furniture. With how he was positioned, it was as if he had become nothing more than furniture himself.
The stag frowned down at him, shaking his head. There was still a bandage around his arm from where Swiftwolf had sunk his teeth into him, though the wolf could not feel even a rush of pride from that.
Four, big, burly males surrounded him -- larger and far stronger than him. A lion, a wolf -- like he'd been -- a dragon and a shark. And they were all naked, which was normal for the brothel, yet their jaws were set and they didn't even smirk like they were going to enjoy it.
That was what chilled Swiftwolf to the bone more than anything else as they closed in on all sides, pinned onto all fours while the shark lined up behind him.
"Did you know a shark has two cocks?" The beast growled, slapping them against Swiftwolf's rump as he shuddered and tried, desperately, with every shred of his wellbeing he had in him. "You're going to fucking feel them stretching you out, slut. What are you?"
Swiftwolf growled. He couldn't help himself.
"A wolf."
"Wrong!"
The shark laughed, a large species with a chunky head and a rounded yet square-ish nose: a bull shark. He didn't know how to be gentle and everything in life had taught him he was feared -- so why not live up to that stereotype and live his best self? At least, that was what the shark thought as his tail swung, powering into the wolf without using any lube at all.
They didn't use lube for punishments.
The screams were better that way.
Yet Swiftwolf barely even got to scream as his arse burned, two cocks rammed inside him, bigger than even the biggest dildos and butt plugs he'd been forced to take so far. His backside ached furiously and he tried to hunch away from it without thinking about what he was doing, the shark wrenching his hips back and driving a few more inches of dick straight up into him. He heaved -- but there were three other anthros, the lion, the wolf and the dragon, showing him what predatory creatures could do.
What he was not. What he had never been.
Maybe they'd been right about him all along.
He gagged on the lion's cock as it was shoved into his mouth, eyes watering, the tip ramming straight into the back of his throat with no consideration for him at all.
"Unff!"
"Don't you dare fucking use your teeth on us, dog," the lion growled. "You're nothing to us... But we'll end your life if you harm us. And there are worse threats we can send you to than being fucked in the brothel all day long, fates worse than death."
Swiftwolf shuddered. He didn't want that. He didn't want anything worse. The wolf wasn't even sure there was anything worse that he could stand to live through.
"Mmph..."
He growled around the cock in his mouth as the lion pounded back and forth roughly, crudely, though it was not enough to distract him from the twin cocks driving into his arse. His backside strained, yet his body took it, somehow, even though the rip and burn of it all made him wonder if something had indeed torn inside. Would they even treat him if they injured him? The wolf could not know, did not want to know.
They shoved his mouth onto another cock and Swiftwolf shuddered to find a wolf's dick in there next, feeling so familiar and so horrifyingly alien that he didn't know what to do. His tongue flicked and the wolf laughed, twisting and pulling his ear just to make him groan.
"Nnngghhhh..."
"You should feel this fucking dog-slut," he boasted. "Wants a dick so badly... Bitch, you shouldn't have bitten your trainer then, you could have got what you wanted all along..."
He tried to speak up, tried to say that he didn't want that, that it had been an involuntary action, drooling around the dicks in his mouth, but they didn't care. All he managed to do was make muffled cries around the cocks, never quite knowing which one was in his mouth at any given time.
Sandor shivered, watching in horror, playing the reluctant voyeur to Swiftwolf's rape. That was all that had happened to them in there, nothing more than that and nothing less. He just didn't want to be involved in that one, not as the dragon shoved his big, ridged dick into the wolf's paws, which were bound but still useable, getting him to grip his cock while he used the wolf as no more than a masturbatory aid.
The fox growled. No... No, enough was enough. He'd been forced to be trained with oral and anal stimulants, drifting away from his body while the worst was happening. Mostly, he had been penetrated with toys, "size training" him for the bigger males.
"No..."
The stag looked at him, a look of complete and utter disdain on his muzzle.
"What did you say, whore?"
"I said...no."
Sandor took a breath, steadying his nerve.
"I...will never submit to males. That...isn't what I like. It's not what I want. I am male. I will not submit to other males."
Swiftwolf gagged on the wolf's cock while the lion smeared his dick over his face, using him, but Sandor still held his nerve.
The stag nodded, gesturing to someone out of the room to enter.
