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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Timeo savoured his drink, though the fetish bazaar didn't allow alcohol to be consumed inside, away from the bars. That was why he was perched up at one of the bars, taking his time with his Negroni, a whisky based cocktail. And it was good whisky too...
The feline, however, was not immediately recognisable as a Norwegian Forest Cat, though he didn't mind that. Ah, Timeo had been around for long enough, a mature anthro, to take things as they were -- and not all that personally at that either. It just wasn't his way, no, not then and not ever as he enjoyed new things in life. His blue fur was striped over his back and arms, even up across his shoulders, white fur thick around his face, giving him the appearance of a moustache and beard. That had taken rather a lot of styling over the years, but Timeo was simply pleased to be comfortable in his appearance, wearing a light waistcoat and black trousers.
The fetish bazar, however, was one in the city that he had visited before, even though his friends didn't know that he visited there. He preferred to keep his sex life out of their talk, even though it was perfectly fine to speak about things like that between friends, of course. Timeo had just always been a more private sort and liked to keep those things to himself and his partner -- or partners, as it had been sometimes.
Letting loose, however, in the lure of bondage... Timeo growled, finishing his drink and heading down into the fray once again, where stands with products for sale, information booths and demonstration areas had been set up. Mm. That was something different indeed. He wanted to see what it would be like to be tied down and allowed to feel everything -- when the rest of his body was restrained.
Of course, it was as safe a venue as any the feline could have come up with and he knew several of the presenters there from his times visiting the bazaar before. All would be public too, which set the hairs on the back of his neck tingling tenaciously, though the cat was not about to back out now that he had come that far. That was just why he had taken a bolder edge to the day and left his arms bare, the waistcoat allowing his thick fur to be admired in all its glory where it fluffed up down his arms.
Well, Timeo doubted he would be in only his fur for that long.
"Now... Who would like to join our two tops up here, boys? Don't be shy -- we've got leather and shibari rope bondage up for grabs here today!"
The cat paused before the stage and the hyena caught his eye with a grin. He wasn't the presenter, no, but one of the tops, already stripped down comfortably with his cock out and half-hard, comfortable in his nudity. Nudity, after all, didn't have to be a sexual thing, even if others did so very often take it to be such.
Atticus smiled and rocked back on his heels, excited to get going. He had been practising rope bondage, specifically in the art of shibari, for quite some time already, and was keen to show off his skills. It was funny how skills like that came into BDSM play, even when others might have thought it was all about pleasure, sex, getting off... Atticus had long ago realised that it was about so much more than that.
His partner top, up on stage, Devon, was not quite the same as him, however. He was brasher and coarser, a little rougher around the edges with a hairier muzzle: definitely a draft horse, even though he had never talked to Devon about his ancestry, no. It just didn't seem to come up, as curious as Atticus was about him. Interest was just in the hyena's nature: perhaps even something that had been passed down to him from his ancestors.
"Now, boys, let's see, let's see..." The cougar hosting the demonstration, which was set to get quite kinky with fun, indeed, held his paw out for volunteers. "You'll have to get your kit off for this and be comfortable with oral and anal, of course, with our experienced tops here. Who'd like to step forward."
Karrn, however, needed no introduction, the dragon smoothly parting his way through the crowd with his breastbone. For the blue drake walked on all fours, the soft undulation of his tail making sure that those around him gave him a little more space, his white-grey horns rising prominently from his head, pointing back from his skull.
"I volunteer," he said, cool and confident, even though he was volunteering, of course, for a submissive role. "I'm sure your resident leather master can give me a good binding..."
Devon grinned, eyes narrowing.
"It would be a pleasure," he rumbled throatily, the horse's tail lashing swiftly back and forth, sweeping from the dock. "Come on up here and I'll get you all set up..."
Devon was indeed skilled and moved with an innate sense of ease, completely confident in himself and the presentation of his body. He may have been nude but his soft sheath still felt like it hid his cock away, soft, grey balls hanging low between his thighs.
He guided the dragon to a bondage bench that only needed to be adjusted a little for height, considering the fact that the dragon was quite large -- though still small enough that he easily fit in the halls and exhibition areas for the fetish bazaar. Still, he was well-versed in binding quadrupeds too as he slid the dragon over the well-padded bench. He did not need rests for arms or legs, but stood on all four feet, the leather tightly encircling each limb.
Yet it was the restriction that truly did it for the dragon, Karrn sucking a breath as his confidence gently wavered. He didn't need it, beyond being confident in himself, yet the growing sense of restriction ticked all the right boxes for him, a cuff around each ankle to draw him in tight to the bench. To ensure his wriggling toes weren't able to undo any cuffs, a pair of heavy, leather mittens, claw proof, were slipped over each foot too, entirely restricting him.
Karrn groaned, tail arching up under the lightest of touches from the horse. It was right, yes, even as a leather collar slid down to the base of his neck and his tail was attached, using two more cuffs to better restrain it, to the back of the collar. It forced him to keep it up out of the way, exposing his tail hole, which was usually hidden away modestly and discreetly.
"Unff..."
"Easy there," the horse rumbled, though stole a grope of the dragon's rump. "Use safe word if needed."
