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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Wolfikous and Unka ran freely, the mated pair of wolves striding freely over rock and turf, powerful legs and hind paws cleverly finding their footing right where they needed it. Wolfikous briefly fell behind Unka as the more agile femfur darted around a large moulder, the gleam of the full moon shining down on them from so very high above.
"Keep up!"
He laughed for the sheer hell of it, the chilled night air nipping at his lungs as they climbed higher and higher up the rocky slope, the pine forest dropping away from them below, though he would have been able to pick out the silver birch trees if he looked back. Catching up with Unka, he bumped her with his bare shoulder, clad only in a draping loincloth, while she only had her breasts covered and, of course, a similar draping around her crotch and hips. In their tribe, being lightly clothed rendered them more apt for hunting, retaining their flexibility and fluidity of movement.
Only when they reached the peak of the hill, the mountains rising beyond them, did they come together, clasping paws and tipping their heads back. The stars spelled the paths of their ancestors, but the moon beckoned them on, hearts and lungs lifting passionately into a full-throated howl.
Their music wound together in the dead of the night, mates coming together sweetly in more ways than one. They pressed together, so close that their chests touched, hearts pounding to lend their song to the night as they broke for breath before their howl rolled on.
The howls entwined softly, Wolfikous' deeper and more melodic while Unka's had a lilting tune to it, something that was lighter and more playful even than his. His fingers squeezed around hers and, even with her head tilted back, a smile twitched at her lips, tempting at a laugh.
Yet the mates pressed together, their song faltering, wanting more than that, so much more. Wolfikous growled as his howl finally broke, his skin tingling and his throat vibrating with the echoes of his cry, lustfully bowling Unka over on to the grass. Playfully, they tussled back and forth, though it was not the kind of fight between mates that they were ever meant to win or lose, though if they had been asked about it, both wolves would have well enough said they had already won.