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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Conroy relaxed, the half-orc leaning back against a tree. He was still mostly distinguishable as a human, despite his orc-ish nature, but he was bigger and bulkier than a man, lumbering and grumbling, quite often, through his speech. His skin was tinted with an edge of blue, though it tended to look greenish in the sunset lighting. That didn't matter to him, his long, black hair brushed back from his face, though it still held a greasy tint to it when it was not tied up out of his way.
Dressed as if to hunt, Conroy was at ease. There were no bounties to collect at that time and he preferred a simpler life, a life where he could partake in things that he enjoyed, even if that was as simple as just leaning back against a tree and sitting. Conroy liked sitting. Some said that his mind worked more slowly than those of others, but even that did not bother him. He was still content in himself and the words of others did not hold the barbs that physical weapons did.
And that was all that Conroy needed to know.
Yet he did not expect to be stalked, to be hunted himself. His ears pricked and he leapt to his feet, his mighty axe at the ready, his leather jerkin hanging open to expose his broad chest, covered in black hair.
"Show yourself, fiend!"
He snarled and hammered his free hand on his chest, just as she burst from the undergrowth. And just like that, his relaxing day was shattered, sunlight spilling through the leaves above, all as a towering minotaur woman with a heaving bosom lunged at him.
She whooped and hollered a battle cry, breaking a silence that would never again be the same, swinging a hammer with a stone fixing above her head. Conroy growled and easily dodged, yet his eyes were on her, a good two feet taller than him, broad and muscular. Why she was naked was beyond him, but it meant that her four tits -- two pairs of breasts! -- were all on show, jiggling back and forth. As distracting as they were, they did not give him the cues as to where she was going at any one time, the shifts of her body deceptive, and she body slammed him, knocking him off his feet.
He flipped before he hit the ground and charged, clashing his axe with her hammer and locking together, neither giving ground. Their arms shook with the strain of holding the pose, the half-orc snarling, but Conroy could not bear up against her strength forever.
"Unff... What...are...you?"
He howled, breaking the lock and leaping away, but she pressed the attack, swinging the hammer. It was a close match, yet his distraction was his undoing, looking at her while he should have been, but taking in far more of her body than the half-orc had any right to do.
She battered him back even as he lunged and slammed the side of his axe into her head, knocking her away for a moment, though the minotaur hardly seemed to be dazed at all. She towered, groaning, eyes locked onto him with wild, feral intent. Something inside Conroy surged, though he didn't quite know what it was at that time.
