Interspecies Lust

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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Eric could not help but be fascinated by the eland woman, tall and elegant, though she was still a smidge shorter than the white tiger. He didn't belong in her world, not there, but he had been exploring, trying to seek out new corners of the world -- new corners to him, that was. The world already had a far reach, though many chose not to live as the tiger did, in what the majority would call a civilised anthro world. Sometimes, Eric honestly wondered just how civilised it was.

That was why he sought out something different, delving into communities of anthros that lived far from technology, choosing what some would say was a simpler way of living and others would say just made life more complicated. Not many turned away such things as medical attention, living in simple dwellings, huts built with their own hands, some of them a single storey and others two or more, everything working with the land around them. Where he stayed, in what he would have called a tribe but found out, in the end, was far closer knit, meaning more, than that word, was where Mariama came to him.

She was beautiful, her brown hide shining above the line of her skirt, bright and colourful when she was within the bounds of the village, the trees rising above them, shading them from harm. She had cloven hooves, like other eland, and a top covered her chest, though it hung and swung like the shirt, sometimes revealing a glimpse of something more that the tiger was not sure that he was supposed to see. Still, Mariama moved amongst the buildings and other villagers with a sense of belonging and he followed her, even when he should not have, curious about her way and her life.

It was splendid, the two of them forming a strange friendship, her showing him around, though some of the elders shook their heads at them growing closer, day by day. Some words could be exchanged between them, but, mostly, they communicated through signs and signals, finding common ground and, even sometimes, drawing pictures in the bare earth to show their meaning. But Mariama was kind and sweet to him, always offering a gentle smile that he could not resist going along with, letting her show him her world. Some of the dwellings and meeting places were built into the trees themselves, a part of nature, something that he wanted to bring on with himself.

Only...the tiger didn't think that he could leave. Whereas he knew some of her African language and specific dialect, for it would have been rude to say there was only one and rather ignorant too, she picked up on English far more swiftly, trying to follow his speaking patterns and that of other visitors to their simple village. Sometimes it came out right and, well...other times they had to rely on the forms of closeness and communication that had developed between them during his time there.

Maybe he shouldn't leave. And Eric had all the reasoning for that that he could ever need as the eland woman took him to her single-storey home one evening, when the sun was setting. At that time was one of the most dangerous for prey animals, like her, even though the eland in the village, along with other herbivores, had tools with which to defend themselves. They were still prey to creatures like lions and others, which was why it was strange that she had allowed herself to be such a companion to a tiger.

Her eyes locked onto his and she took his paw in hers gently, putting it over her heart. His own skipped a beat.

"Eric," she murmured his name. "Tiger...stay."

She ran her fingers over his jawline and the tiger quivered, something warm leaping inside him, though he still did not know her intent. His need rose to attention and he shifted his hips, not sure, though her fingers dropped to it insistently, her tail twitching and horns tilting as the herbivore played with the feral need of the carnivore. At that moment, it was almost curious which of them was the predator and which of them was the prey.

Maybe the difference between their species didn't matter at all?

"Mariama..." He breathed, blushing as he held her close, though taking care not to restrict her. "What are you..."

But the tiger knew, truly, what his sweet, the light of his life that he had never even known he'd needed, as she took him to her raised sleeping mat with her, more than wide and roomy enough for the two of them. He cradled her gently, making sure that he never made her feel trapped, conscious of the differences between them and kissing her gently. Her lips moulded to the shape of his, though Mariama let out a soft whimper as her body arched against his, slipping her leg over him as she straddled his hips.

Together, they softly and sweetly helped one another out of their clothes, though Mariama's came off more easily than the tiger's as he slipped down between her legs. She knelt over his face, confused for a moment, but he was after the sweet treat of her pussy, breathing softly as he let his tongue, very gently, play over it. She cried out, clinging to him, her shoulders rounding as she rocked to the rhythm of his passion, his tongue growing bolder and bolder as he tasted her essence.

No more words were needed as carnivore and herbivore settled into a sweeter dance, one where pleasure mattered and pleasure alone. His cock throbbed anxiously, wanting its attention, but his mind was on her and her alone, delving into her sweetness as he tasted her. Eric growled passionately into her pussy, tail lashing, wanting more, aching for it, a low rumble of a purr in his chest. Her scent enveloped him, though the eland surprised him by reaching back and grasping his cock, drawing a needier gasp from his lips.

"Oh!"

She smiled, pleased with his cry, though she was just as needy as he was, though he thought that she had experienced such pleasure before. That was something more for them to come to understand about one another, how their past experiences had played out, though that could come in time. With the barriers of communication between them, both had to learn to get to where they needed to be.

Together.

Eric groaned into her pussy as the eland pumped his cock, seeming to work him over almost better than he knew how to stroke himself. Or maybe it was the fact that it was her, groping his shaft, her fingers dancing temptingly down to the soft fullness of his balls. He growled into her pussy, startling a giggle from her lips, looking down at him with eyes sparkling with lust and something more.

"I love you..." He moaned, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, Mariama blushing. "I always will... Please... May I?"

He rocked his hips up and she blushed even more heavily, nodding, though sex was not a shameful thing amongst their village, of course not. It was, however, a private matter -- and one that took place in dwellings when two partners, or even sometimes more than that, wanted to enjoy the pleasures of the body with one another. She curled in against him, her back to his chest, clearly wanting the closeness, and the tiger purred as he wrapped his arm around her, kissing the back of her neck sweetly, his shaft rocking against her buttocks.

Together, their bodies came together, though it was neither as smooth nor as seamless as either would have liked. First times with a new partner, of course, were not always that easy, but it was all well with love in their hearts. His cock prodded at the softness of her folds as he guided her upper leg, lying on her side with her back to his chest, forward, allowing him space to enter.

Sweetness enveloped him, silken, wet heat gripping his length. The tiger chuffed lowly, gripping her more tightly, though Eric still wanted to be careful with Mariama. She'd explained to him, many times over when he had treated her as too fragile, that she was whole and she was strong -- hell, she could even defend herself against him and had shown him such in a practice bout! But he loved her dearly, heart spilling over with the depth of his emotion for her.

They rocked together, the eland woman grinding back onto him as a rush of pleasure swirled around the tiger, almost on the edge of losing himself. But he had to be careful, had to take his time with her, sliding into her warmth, again and again, thrust after thrust. Eric was a predator in control of his needs and the tiger had to remind himself of that as his hands slid up her body, gently rubbing her breasts, teasing around her nipples just to find the spots that made her arch up against him in arousal.

He had a lot to learn about Mariama and her body, but that could all come in time as the tiger and the eland got to know each other on a deeper, even more intimate level. The connection was there as her pussy twitched around him, almost as if she was trying to coax him deeper, but the tiger was already using every bit of his cock that he could in that position, the sleeping platform creaking very lightly as he thrust.

His paw came around gently to the front of her pussy, seeking out the hidden nub of her clit that his tongue had briefly played over. His claws were still sharp though and he settled for rubbing with the flat of his fingers, teasing her pussy while his cock disappeared into her. Mariama moaned, need getting the better of her, whimpering in her language while his ears twitched. Yet her words blurred together into a beautiful stream, slipping by his attention in their franticness to be free of her lips.

He squeezed her paw, letting her know, especially then, that he was there for her. But she climaxed suddenly with his cock inside her, his paw pressing down harder on her pussy, though Eric was still too cautious of being too rough with her. It was enough for the eland, however, grunting and thrusting back against him within the limits of her position, horns nearly knocking him on the head. But Eric would have gone through any number of knocks just to have her there with him, to enjoy the heat of her body, how the passion between them rose, flourishing beautifully.

He had to join her, letting the heat within his loins build and build, especially as her pussy slickened around his member. Grunting, he nuzzled passionately into her shoulder, kissing and licking softly, the tenor of his thrusts growing in pace. The sleeping platform creaked lightly as his hips smacked her firm, muscled rump, though she cried out for him to take her, to have her, to be hers.

It was with his dear Mariama's words in his ears that climax finally took the tiger, letting out a feral yowl as he exploded inside her. it had been too long, far too long, since he had last had that pleasure, ropes of thick cum shooting forth, feeling as if his body was trying to send his cream as deeply up inside her as possible. That was just a quirk of his body, however, need coursing through, thick and fast, pressed against her as if there were no other anthros left in the whole wide world, just them.

It was there that they lay, letting their bodies and minds come down from their shared high, his cock softening slowly inside her. He kissed the back of her neck and murmured to her, sharing a kiss on the lips too, tongues brushing up against one another, revelling in euphoria.

Never would he leave the quiet, calm village, not without Mariama.

For she was who he had been looking for in a world that no longer made sense without her.