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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Mina huffed and grunted as she jogged around the mansion, the tall walls even higher than her at eighty-feet-tall -- well, ninety if one took into account her horns too. Some did, some didn't: it didn't really bother the minotaur girl. Her muscular, fit frame ate up the ground with a long stride and the afternoon breeze tickled over her bare skin, where it was revealed.
She did, however, wear clothing that time. Something about terrifying others when she ran out through the Wolfenhammer complex, though she appreciated the convenience of running around the mansion, the walls encompassing it with a mostly circular path between the dwelling and the exterior walls. It was rhythmic to hear her hooves connecting with the hard path, the snorting grunts of her breath, her chestnut hair bobbing behind her in a ponytail. She'd tried the style more often since living with her little blonde friend.
She'd tried a lot of new things since living with her, on Wolfenhammer's planet, but she would never give up her love of exercise. Whereas she had lifted rocks and even larger boulders, big even for her, when she had been living in the portal worlds, sometimes pulled to the cow girl meadow and other times "home" in a rolling series of hills, having gym equipment there vastly helped too. It may have been a simple want and need for her, but Mina had learned those needs, perhaps, were the most important of all.
However, the mare girl was still learning about the minotauress as she watched, looking out one of the mansion windows as she watched the fellow monster girl run. She was hypnotising to watch and Rhonwen's pale-gold ears twitched as she followed Mina's path along a series of windows in the upstairs corridor. There were a few levels to the mansion, yet she didn't feel she'd explored every corner of the place yet. Going out on her own wasn't something Rhonwen was used to, usually sticking close to her herd, even if she wasn't in the thick of the action.
Mina, however... She wore some very unusual clothing that didn't see at all suited for running. Not that Rhonwen was all that well-versed in such things, as she didn't usually wear clothing when she was back in her home world. The rolling plains pulled at her heart and she shook herself, missing home even while she was struck by the nagging feeling that she was finding a new home there.
The minotauress was evidently drenched in sweat, her skin glistening with it. Yet her tightly fitted hot pants barely covered the muscular curve of her ass, a close-fitting sports bra barely keeping her large bosom in check.
In fact, Rhonwen had no idea, truly, just how the sports bra was keeping Mina's breasts held back, for the rise of them showed over the top, even though it seemed to be quite a large size for the minotaur's frame. The monster girl's breasts were often free, whenever Mina could handle it, but the mare girl had heard the minotauress appraising more sportswear arriving in the mail for her. With the sales from her milk and all that gained the team at the mansion, she more than paid her way there.
Sometimes, Rhonwen wondered if she was going to ask to pay her way there. She didn't mind staying as a guest, as it was a lot better for her than being harassed in the plains by portal divers, but Nussa couldn't keep them safe there forever. With them not being allowed to take tinies as gifts or snacks, they had to be fed, every single day. That had to cost money in the Wolfenhammer world.
Yet she was distracted once again as the minotauress paced out of sight and Rhonwen whipped out of the corridor, darting into the room she'd temporarily claimed as her own on the other side of the corridor. It was hard to follow Mina's path all the way around the mansion, unless she was running with her, but Rhonwen very much doubted she'd be able to keep up.
She peered out of the window of her room anxiously, though there were a few artefacts in there that showed the room was "hers," even if only for a time. Her art equipment and supplies were on a desk in there, with a comfortable chair, though mare girls didn't make a habit of keeping personal possessions like that. Often nomadic, they moved and set up home with the shift in the seasons, though they didn't have extreme seasons in her world, which Rhonwen was grateful for.
She pressed her face to the cool of the window, tail lashing anxiously as the long hair swept against the back of her bare legs. She only wore underwear, for she rather liked how the green, sparkly bra and panties looked on her, standing out against her skin. Her ears twitched as she strained to see the minotauress coming, though it did not take long at all before Mina and her quivering breasts were in view once again.
Rhonwen swallowed lightly, watching intently, though she didn't know what had captivated so. Her hands hugged before her, to her breasts, but the mare girl didn't move a muscle as she watched. All she could do was stare at the minotauress, watching how her breasts trembled with every hoof-fall, the impact sending a resounding ripple through her. And then there was the squeeze of her glutes, helping the minotauress push forward, her knees coming up a little higher, just like a mare girl. When some monster girls had hooves instead of feet, it changed the shift of their gait, something Rhonwen thought would be important when it came to anatomy and drawing for her.
Maybe. She didn't know yet.
The minotauress passed out of view again and Rhonwen slipped down to the ground floor, opening the large, double doors at the main entrance, even if she always felt a little silly walking through them. They were sized for larger giantesses than her at sixty-five-feet-tall, but she had always been quieter and shyer, slipping around the edges of activity, anyway.
Her tail flicked and the mare girl swallowed as Mina slowed, allowing Rhonwen to better take in and appreciate the glow of sweat on her. The minotaur girl was beautiful, truly: stunning in a sense of ardent physical fitness that could not be denied in any fashion. Her biceps flexed as she stretched out her arms in front of her body, her fingers lightly locked together, although Mina didn't crack them.
"Hm..."
The minotaur girl hummed thoughtfully to herself, but Rhonwen was confident she was hidden far enough back to stay out of sight. Not that it would have been all that bad if Mina realised she was being watched, though she wanted to watch and observe, if only for a little while longer.
