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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Conroy grunted, the half-orc struggling against his bonds. Strapped to a sacrifice post in the centre of the village that, once, he had called home, it no longer felt at all like very much of a home to him. With the blue-ish tint to his skin and the small tusks protruding from his mouth, always forcing him to hold his mouth slightly open, he was lashed there for everyone to see, staring him down, the villagers keeping a wide berth around him.
"Let me free!" He bellowed, trying to stomp, but his booted feet could not make contact with the ground, black hair falling forward around his face. "I do not want this!"
"Barbarian! Brute! Heathen!"
They howled, the mountains towering behind the villagers, though they were no longer all that recognisable to the half-orc bounty hunter who, until then, had been quite happily in residence there. The sky darkened, night falling, torches leaping and dancing with flames -- and yet none were lowered to the post at his feet.
What did they want with him? Conroy did not know, not even as the crowd parted, muttering, whispering, though they were loud in their distress. Through the path that their bodies parted to make, a tall woman stepped through, pace by pace, slow and languid as if she had all the time in the world.
She was gorgeous, so beautiful, so tall... She had to be nine feet tall, her face smooth and alien, as if she had stepped down from another world. She was blue, complementing his skin tone, though everything about her seemed smooth and lean, despite the massive curves of her body. For she had wide, baby-making hips, the kind that he would have craved seeing on a female of his own kind, whether orc or human, and huge, round breasts that pulled down gently under their weight. Her hourglass figure was exaggerated far beyond either human or orc standards, but he adored it, leaning forward, a certain part of his anatomy rising to attention.
He couldn't help that, her almond, angled eyes crinkling softly at the corners as she smiled at him, though her nose was flatter than his. Her expression still lightened, brightening, her nipples lightly perky in the cool air, though he hungered for her already, leaning forward, straining against his bonds.
"Who..." Even Conroy's breath was ragged, heaving and panting. "Who are you?"
The alien woman smiled, standing above him, even as his eyes hungrily dropped to her tits and pussy, the folds between her legs looking obviously plump and swollen with arousal already. But why was she turned on? He almost didn't care, not even as the villagers backed off, hands clutched to their chests.
She chuckled, but her pink eyes were kind as she stroked his cheek, taking his chin in a firm grasp to tilt his chin back up.