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 fox-taur grinned, standing tall and proud over the human that was his friend, though it was a strange enough relationship as it was. His rich, russet fur extended over his whole body, with the four-legged part of his body being that of a large fox, standing easily on par with a human being, if not taller. Of course, his torso was attached to that, his chest and belly a creamy white that stretched under the taur half of his body too, though that was something that the fox-taur had always had. The little flash of lightness there, along with the white tip of his tail, helped break up the colour of his body.
Maybe he thought himself a little attractive...but more so when his friend was there with him, engaging in a little kinky play that, well, not many others would have honestly understood. And that was fine, more than fine, as long as it was all consensual between them, in the fox-taur's large bedroom while the man squirmed, in just his underwear, on the fox-taur's height-adjustable bed. Ah, the things that taurs had to do to make themselves comfortable...
But the fox-taur smirked and flaunted himself, his sheath thickening, balls swinging. They were not something he usually had on show, not like that, but, well... Needs must, sometimes...
"I'm not even that big," he mocked his friend, turning so that the man had a good view of his red, pointed cock emerging, throbbing with need. "What do you think you're going to do with a dick that small?"
The man groaned, shaking his head. Yes, it was true, he was not anything compared to the fox-taur -- at least, when it came to their kind of play. He didn't even understand what it was that they were doing half the time, only that it made his own dick bulge and tent and strain through the front of his boxer briefs, as if his body was trying to show off everything he had to offer. But what he had to offer was not much, his cock, well...
Putting up a front paw on the bed, the fox-taur showed off his thickening cock, how it plumped up, the head defined with a tapered point on one side, not symmetrical -- but what dick was meant to be? That was boring, which was why he was so much more than the man. Human cocks were plain, simple, while fox-taur ones begged attention, the stroke of hands, the touch of a tongue, the pressure of a hot hole wrapped around them.
The man squirmed and groaned, trying to not act like he was looking, though he wanted to see, wanted to feel those sickeningly hot chills running through him. He didn't know why humiliation felt so good, but he had to have it anyway, one way or another, lusting, groaning, licking his lips.
"Come on..." He breathed, trying to find the words that had already been stuck in his throat for far too long. "You... Mmmph... Fuck, you can't...mean that."
The fox-taur's eyes glinted.
"Oh, can't I? Why should anyone bother with a tiny prick like that? It's not a handful, it's nothing at all. Everyone should be lusting for fox-taur dicks, all when we're the superior species!"
He meant that too, at least in the context of their play. And he saw how the man took a shuddering inhalation, not quite knowing what to do with himself, though it was all as the fox-taur wanted it to be, every moment drawn out, designed to make him squirm. It was good to be in control, to have that power, to know that lustful eyes were fixed on his hard-on, watching it throb, beads of pre-cum drooling from his tip. He just couldn't help himself, even as his eyes roamed down the man's body, hungry for something else, balls aching, a deep-set need within him begging its way to the surface, one way or another.