Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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.
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Bred by Her Cousin
It wasn't right to think of her cousin as she did but Whiskey was a mare who went after what or who roused her curiosity. And it didn't take all that much to make her curious either, although whether that was to her detriment or benefit still remained to be seen. Her brown and black appaloosa coat was near enough identical to her cousin, oddly named Whisky it was strange how it had happened in her family that they had such similar names but that wasn't something that she was going to worry herself about when far more lustful thoughts demanded precedence.
She was just staying with her cousin for a while but the closeness in their coat patterns had always made her wonder, though nothing to do with who their parents were, oh no. She was more interested in what lay beneath his clothes, whether that body was as fit as hers, although he was, of course, not a mare. Whiskey inhaled deeply, the aroma of stallion musk floating through the door to where she hesitated in the hallway, her quarry slumbering sweetly in his own bed. But he would not be in there alone for long.
Brave. She just had to be brave.
Slipping into the room, Whiskey winced as the door creaked, although nothing could truly rouse Whisky from such a deep sleep, the stallion merely rolling over onto his back, scratching his stomach. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the time had come to sate her curiosity once and for all, teasing the stallion and seeing just what manner of shaft he was packing in there under the hood. She licked her lips, white fetlocks seeming to glow in the low light, barely enough for her to see by. But she didn't need to see to find her prize...
His shaft lay against his thigh, soft and pushed out of his sheath as if he was already in the midst of a rather good dream, lips parted as his head turned onto the pillow, cheek pressed into it. Such a nice cock... What had she done to deserve such a lovely view? The mare murmured under her breath and licked her lips, tail flicking with barely constrained eagerness as she drank in the sight of it, eagerness causing her to be reckless. Whisky had his winter coat on too, a fluff of thicker horse-hair surrounding his velvety sheath, and it was all she could do to not lunge for that thick length right then and there, fingers twitching with aching need.
Slowly. She had to go slowly.
Oh, she'd been so curious about that cock from the first time she'd shared a room with him, seeing it thick and full when the blanket fell off his hips. But, this time, she had to ease the blanket down, the bedspread merely getting in the way for what she wanted to try, the mare's lips dry in anticipation of everything being sated.
Moaning in his sleep, Whisky turned his head to the other side, mane falling softly against the arch of his neck. But what made her fingers twitch all the more was how his cock pumped up with a little more blood, pre-cum glistening tantalisingly at the tip, her own marehood responding as she clenched down on nothing and wished, desperately, that there was something between her legs. Looking, however, was unsatisfactory even as those veins plumped up along the length of his cock, the tip unflared but promising so much more, if only she could lure him right up to the edge of climax.
Whiskey sucked in a breath, heart leaping about erratically in her chest. Just a quick touch wouldn't hurt, would it?
