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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The toy sank into Simona, pouring magic deep, and the raven anthro whimpered, clacking the edges of her beak together. It took only a moment for need to flare up, hot and ready, the magic from the sex toy, which otherwise looked like a pretty standard ridged dildo that would stimulate her in all the right places, pouring into her.
Magic, after all, was one of the most marketable things ever, and putting it into sex toys had already made others millions of pounds. It was just a good thing that Simona had been able to snap one of the best ones up for herself before the prices on them truly had skyrocketed.
"Oh, Giselle..."
The raven thrust her hips up, imagining her lover, Giselle, the sweet squirrel lady that had so captured her heart. Of course, she was alone in her room, at that time, the softer, more delicate black feathers between her legs slick with her own arousal, but, well, that could not be helped.
The toy would have to be enough, filling her pussy with that sense of fullness and rigidity that only a good toy could. Yet it was the magic, imagining her partner there with her, that she focused on.
For it was not there solely to make her pussy feel good, no... Not as the magic flowed through her, activating something deep in her core. The raven rocked and thrust onto it, even as her breasts tingled, feathered rustling and ruffling, the flesh beneath, quickly, beginning to swell. It could not be denied and neither did Simona want to deny it, not as she squirmed on her bed and tried to thrust her hips, taking it deep, wanting more, aching for it, panting heavily.
"Yes... Oh, yes..."
One hand came up to caress her breasts, stroking around where the nipples would have been, but avian anthros, unless they were hybrids with mammalian ones, did not typically have nipples. The breasts and shape of them were just a byproduct of evolution as anthros. She moaned, her breasts swelling, the magic giving them more size than before, rising from the light shape of A-cups to something greater, something more.