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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Brin stretched out on the sand, the black anthro stallion groaning lightly as he soaked up the sunshine. He was a simple stallion, one that didn't bother too much with villages and the small, growing towns where more life was coming to the world, though he had dallied with traders from time to time. They had had so many interesting stories to tell, even though the ones that he'd had in turn to share had been a side less raunchy than what they had imparted.
He blushed, burying his nose in his arms as he lay on his stomach. No one, that didn't want to, had to wear clothing there, the beach offering different villages and even the tribes too a chance to come together and experience pleasure with one another. Even though he was still a virgin in his early twenties, he still enjoyed the view, the light muscling of his body betraying the stud of a stallion that, in time, he would develop into.
"Hello there, sweetheart."
He looked up, though tried not to show how hard his heart was beating, the anthro mare, a motherly figure with wide hips, towering over him. She did not mean to tower, though she made something thicken at his crotch, his sheath plumping out a little under his loincloth. Brin snorted and shook his head. It was just as well that he was lying on his stomach...
"Hello," he said, uncertain as she waited on his answer. "Am I where you would like to lie?"
Her eyes glittered, her coat dun, brushed gold with a black mane and tail. There was a dorsal stripe running down her back, but Brin would only be fortunate enough to see that later, even if he didn't know it yet.
"We offer a massage service here," the dun mare said smoothly, holding a clay container of what Brin could only assume was some kind of massage oil. "May I offer my services today?"
Brin thought privately that she could offer him far more than that, the mare's breasts and crotch covered, though it was sure that the loose cloth could be tugged away with a flick of a stray paw. He swallowed hard, knowing that he should have said no, though there were others at the beach also receiving massages, all in trade of services, though he wondered too what the mare would require of him in turn.
"I don't have anything to trade," he said, hesitating even as she poured a liberal dose of the carefully tended oil into her paws, spreading it smoothly over her palms.
"I wouldn't worry about that, dear," she said, a smile on her black lips, eyes gentle and warm. "I have something in mind, if a young stallion like you would oblige an old mare like me."
She was not old, not by any means, though she was mature, perhaps even old enough to be Brin's mother. Her breasts were obviously full and heavy, the cloth covering them slipping and revealing a little "under-boob" while Brin held back his nickers to the best of his ability. He didn't feel like he had the breath or will to deny her as she knelt astride his back, rubbing the oil into his muscles, over his shoulders, tenderly brushing his hair to the side so that his mane would not become clogged up with oil.
"Such a strong, young stallion," she breathed, digging her fingers lightly into the sore spots of his body, easing the tenderness from them to bring him renewed once more. "There's plenty more where this came from, honey, you relax. There's nothing here for you to fear."
