Grinding in the Garage

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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"Unff... Are you... Are you really sure we should be doing this?"

The German Shepherd anthro groaned as he fell back against the side of his car, the scent of oil and grease and other things that, frankly, he could not name filled his nose. His head was spinning too much and Archer had never really had all that much of an interest in cars and the mechanics of how they worked. The closest he got to that was identifying cars and stuff when working security at a big industrial complex, but being in a garage was only something that happened when he had to take his own car into the shop for MOT.

It had passed the MOT, of course, but that had only been due to the hand of the studly stallion who seemed to loom above him, a smirk on his lips showing a flash of white teeth in the gritty shadows of the garage. The automotive shop was quiet, no one else there but them, a light buzzing over the customer area where a desk and a register were set up, to take money.

"Yeah..." Stan, the horse, grunted back, his overalls open, revealing the grey coat underneath, the aching spill of his shaft pushing up against Archer's. "There's no one here, pup, relax. Let me take good care of you..."

Archer's head spun, but the canine couldn't quite understand just how he'd gotten there. He'd just been picking his car up, paid his bill, flirted a little and then the horse had been up against him, humping and grinding, and, well... The horse had been hot, he wasn't going to lie! Maybe Archer should have been a little more careful about just where he wagged his tail, though the German Shepherd was more than happy with how he had ended up.

Stan groaned as he leaned into him, the hard length of pink, throbbing horse cock grinding over the canine's. Archer moaned aloud, his tongue hanging out, though Stan was too quick to capture his lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving deep and swirling lusciously around his as if he was trying to pull the dog into him. Yet there was nothing else at all that Archer could focus on other than the slide of a cock that was easily twice the length of his up and over his smooth shaft.

"Unff... Fuck..."

He could barely talk through the kiss, but, still, the dog clung to the equine as if he was an anchor in a storm that he had not realised he was in the midst of, though unwilling to get out of. He arched his back and thrust, grinding with his hips, the tapered length of his aching prick sliding up against the horse's. He could even feel the outline of the medial ring as it pressed over him, though Stan did not seem at all interested in anything more than the pleasant push and grind of one cock against the other. Not that that bothered Archer either, for more was surely coming too as his ears slanted out softly to either side of his head, tongue lolling forth, soaking in sensation.

Even then...what more could a dog like him possibly have wanted? That thick cock grinding up against his made him want to thrust and thrust, hungering for everything far more than he could ever have imagined, breath catching and hitching in his throat. His chest was tight, yet all in a way that Archer was more than easily able to push through, clinging to the horse's arms as he was pinned back up against a car. It was not his car, of course not, but it ceased to matter in the heat of the moment as his cock throbbed and drooled, pre-cum slopping down his cock and mixing with that of the horse's as if there was really no difference between the two.

"Unff... Come on now..."

Stan's lips moved against the dog's as he drew him, once again, into a deep kiss, their tongues pressing up wantonly against one another's, lapping and teasing, deepening that sense of heat between them. He grunted, pressing into the equine, though there was nowhere really for him to go, not even then, the horse's much larger cock plumping up at the head as it flared up thicker and fuller than even before. Stan was close, so close that there was nothing that either could do to stop the encroach of the storm, the heady drool of thick pre-cum pouring down the equine's throbbing member pumping up too swiftly to be stopped.

Not that they cared, not as their hot lengths pumped up against one another, Archer's head falling back as he allowed himself to be pinned. Climax took them, very nearly, at the same time, though it was the dominating, powerful whinny of the stallion that cut through the air, claiming all attention. Archer snatched up the horse's lips hungrily in his, lips parting to allow the stallion's tongue into his mouth, though there was no telling just who was in control at that moment, not as orgasm took the German Shepherd too.

Waves of pleasure rolled through him, though Archer was very much not in control of how he rocked and ground and pumped his hips, spilling his seed all over Stan's, dripping down his cock and even his lower abdomen too. The pump of the stallion's cock and orgasm, however, well...that was something special indeed. It spouted off like a hose, pump after pump of even thicker, even creamier cum, splattering Archer's stomach, staining his clothes. A few errant spurts even reached up to his chest, though he'd later try to convince himself that it wasn't really cum stains that he found there the next time he went to do laundry.

The moment was everything that it needed to be, curling through hotly in the pit of his stomach. The canine slumped back, though Stan's hands on him, one on his hip and the other at his shoulder, kept him steady. The thick flare of the stallion's cock pumped and drooled, easily overruling Archer's, but the canine did not mind either way.

In frotting lust, sometimes the moment was not all about the orgasm, who came the just, after all that...

And he would leave the garage with a certain horse's number in his pocket too!