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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A continuation of Tour Gone Wrong.
Samson's chest heaved, the bay equine tied up to the statue, his eyes wide and wild with a rim of white. He had never envisioned that night going as wrong as it had, his boyfriend, Rufus, having given his final performance of his last tour. A famous popstar, the German Shepherd had had to keep things quiet with regards to their relationship, being that they were both guys, purely from a ratings and popularity point of view. Even though he loved his music, that wasn't something, of course, that Rufus had wanted to keep up long-term, having to hide his sexuality just to make money and draw in fans.
However, he could have come out again, later, and been his real self, still enjoying his music, writing and finding a new niche for himself -- something that suited him, something that allowed the dog to grow and be true to himself. At least, that had been the plan until a horde of furious fans had charged into the top floor suite at the hotel where the two of them had been having sex and decided to change Rufus' mind.
Samson groaned, twisting back and forth. Someone had wedged a cloth gag, ripped from one of the merchandise shirts into his mouth, and the horse tongued it, working it free. Evidently, they had got tired of his pleas for them to leave Rufus alone, though it was not as if they had done any good anyway. The dog had been taken and used regardless of their feelings on the matter, forced to fuck the femfurs and be sucked off by them. Anything they could think of to do to him, they did.
He didn't have a choice, on his back, limbs pinned down. Samson grunted, shoving the cloth from his mouth, though it caught on his lower lip, compressing the sensitive flesh. The stallion groaned, his cock still out, half drooping from his sheath. He had not had a chance to get his clothes back on before the horde had swamped the two of them.
The statue didn't shift behind him as he strained towards Rufus, though he could barely see the German Shepherd, his beautiful tan and black fur, the sleek trim of markings across his face. Rufus' head was squeezed between the thighs of a big wolf, her head tipped back, though the stallion had forgotten just who the ringleader of the whole thing had been. It didn't matter, not as she rode Rufus' muzzle and forced him to eat out her pussy. A squirrel was busy riding his cock, slamming up and down as his sloppy dick was forced up into her body.
And there were more still, rubbing and groping and massaging his body all over, squeezing the muscles of his legs, even getting down to lap over his balls. They used his body as if he was just an icon for them to adore -- and, to the rabid fans, that was all that Rufus had become. It was just one more reason also why he had wanted to get out of the music industry that had been too busy sucking him dry.
"Hey there, cutie... You think ladies suck too, huh?"
Samson glared, his ears pinned back, instinctively baring his teeth at the fox approaching him. She was only wearing a crop top with Rufus' face on it, which was more disturbing than it could ever have been cute, bottomless and, most likely, dripping with Rufus' cum.
Samson tried not to think about it too much. It was too much, too much to see his partner used and abused, his heart aching even though the turned-on part of his mind was terrifyingly confused at that moment. His tail tucked down against his rump but, with his back to the statue, there was little the equine could do to cover himself up. His arms, of course, were tied tightly to it, roughly pinned at his sides. It was clothes that he was tied with, though the knots just slid tighter and tighter the more he squirmed.
"Get away from me," he snapped, snaking his head back and forth a little in a threat display. "I don't want anything to do with you -- and leave Rufus alone too! He's not yours! He gets to decide for himself!"
"Oh, what, you don't really believe that, do you?"
The fox rolled her eyes, squatting by Samson, her paw tracing down his chest, fingers walking a trail past his stomach. He flinched and wriggled, but he couldn't get away, his legs a little splayed so that his hooves were kicked out. The vixen, however, stayed well out of kicking distance.
"Someone should have tied those," she murmured. "But that would have made it more difficult to get to your balls then, hm? You don't want him. Rufus obviously likes ladies. I don't know what he was doing shacking up with you."
Samson winced. That hurt. A lot, in fact. But he tried not to let it cross his expression, lips pressing together only slightly tighter, ears pinned back. He was never usually an aggressive sort, though all was well at that time, ignoring the muscle jumping at the corner of his jaw.
Rufus grunted and Samson's ears flicked towards him, even if he could not do anything to help him. The vixen prodded his soft cock and the equine gasped, drawing back -- though his back was already to the statue and there was nowhere for him to go.
"Come on, pony," she crooned, her eyes lighting up as her teasing manipulation made his cock thicken up slightly with need, even if it was from what she was physically doing to him only. "You need to have some fun, get with more than a guy. Rufus has all the ladies that he wants now, so you should have all the fun you can handle too..."
She grinned as Samson shook his head, though her muzzle was already dipping towards his cock, nothing he could do to stop her.
"Wait -- no! No, I don't want this, I don't want any of this! Rufus -- Rufus, please!"
Yet the stallion didn't even know why he was begging as he watched, reeling in horror, her muzzle engulf his cock. There was a moment where he didn't quite realise what was happening, holding only three inches or so inside her mouth... And then pleasure exploded.
His cock had only been half-hard before, responding to everything that was going on around him but no more than that, the interlude with Rufus, of course, leaving him horny and riled up. He had been watching Rufus the whole time too and even the traitorous moans that had slipped from the dog's muzzle had gotten him worked up, his tail trying to lash where it was mostly pinned under his rump.
But her muzzle... It was just a muzzle, just a tongue cradling his cock, lapping and swirling around the flatter head as she coaxed him to hardness once more. Samson grunted, balling his paws into fists, the rough, hard tips of his fingers, hoof-like and chunky, biting into his palms.
