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.
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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Teifi had not expected her life to take such a turn when she came of age in her tribe. Living out in the deep forest, at the foothills of the mountains, they lived a good life -- mostly. They knew how to care for the other anthro horses in their herd, learning from the ways of the land and one another. Stories were passed down through generations, telling the tale of their herd, the battles they'd one and the sorrows they'd faced.
Ah, for there were so many sorrows that gave them more fear than joy. Teifi stared into the water of the river, watching it flow. Sometimes, it brought along debris with it and her golden ears twitched, though her reflection was broken and distorted in the water.
She knew, however, that she was coveted. Powerfully built, Teifi's haunches were strong and firm, her legs muscled from the many miles of running and traversing the land she loved, all in service of her tribe. Her long, white mane and tail were kept braided neatly when she was out, though she cared for her body as well as she could, taking the time to see herself in fine condition.
There were others in the herd, however, who didn't have such a blessing. Whereas Teifi, as the tribe leader's daughter, was not permitted to go to war despite her skills, others had to. For they had been at war with the neighbouring tribe, a powerful herd over one-hundred strong, for too many moons already.
Things were changing, however, and the mare took a breath, steadying herself. It was time for her to do her part. As nerve-wracking as it was, she'd been invited to the other tribe's celebrations: a gesture of goodwill was what they called it. She could not be sure if that was true or not, for there was no telling what could happen there, but apparently an agreement had been reached between the tribe leaders.
That, at the very least, was a good thing. Teifi had to take it for what it was.
There was little else the young mare could do, calling on the boldness of her ancestors as she returned to her wooden hut, though it was designed with several separate rooms inside. As the daughter of the tribe leader, she lived well, though her heart had always pained to see her herd members, her friends, falling to the tribe.
No, it is not the time to think of that, she thought, steeling herself as her ears splayed. We are all a part of the circle of life and death. It is time to move towards life, to make amends. The past will stay there: in the past.
She had to remember, of course, that the other tribe had suffered losses to. It would have been foolhardy to forget that they had caused one another suffering. Yet it had come time to put things right and, perhaps, even work together for a better, brighter future, where they could both care for the land, of which they were diligent stewards.
At least, that was what she hoped.
Teifi wore little as she left her tribe with a small procession of warriors to guide her, though they stepped back from her, allowing her to "lead." With a brassiere-like top covering her chest, it formed nicely around her breasts while allowing her flexibility still, woven from reeds found by the river. Yet she had dyed them red to set off the golden hue of her coat. A short skirt allowed her easy movement, with a slit to the hip on the right leg, revealing her strong, muscular thighs. Teifi didn't need to wear undergarments of any kind, though her modesty was already well-protected, at least to her, under the fall of her silvery-white tail.
A long rope of multi-layered necklaces, featuring shells and precious stones, completed her ensemble, though she was told that clothing was optional for the celebrations. That was why she had chosen to dress lightly, though it was not as if Teifi was all that used to baring more than her upper half when merely moving around the other members of her tribe. Whereas nudity in her tribe was far from frowned upon, she simply had got accustomed to a certain method of presenting herself when it came to her appearance.
Music greeted her, drumming and singing, and her ears perked up as she reached the outskirts of the tribe's home. Their huts were larger and some had been built up so they were raised from the ground, though Teifi did not know the reasoning behind that. The warriors nodded and stepped back, their spears raised so the tips pointed to the sky: still at the ready, but not in an offensive position.
"Ah, you must be Teifi."
A brawny, smiling stallion greeted her and she swallowed hard. She hadn't expected her guide there to be as handsome as he was, with a shapely cheek and a smile that lit up his eyes. With a rich, dark bay coat, his black mane and tail merely seemed to be an extension on him, though they were both thick and full, a little wave running down the full length of each. Beads were braided into sections of both, some rattling and tapping lightly, almost musically, against each other as he moved. Behind him, firelight danced and flickered, laughter in the air.
However, she hadn't fully expected the equine envoy to greet her naked. Although he wore ritualistic jewellery, the kind of adornments that she was sure had great meaning to his tribe, there was not a speck of clothing on him. Suddenly, though she was quite exposed with her nipples almost poking over the edge of her daringly low top, she felt like she was overdressed. Yet she had thought it right to at least present herself as she felt appropriate to the tribe they had such contention with.
Her eyes dropped, taking him in quickly, for she didn't have long to get the stallion's measure. It would affect everything going forward, she had to be aware. And yet her eyes could not help but drift naturally to the soft exposure of his sheath, the tuck of flesh thick and meaty. It looked soft, but Teifi would never have thought to touch it or even ask about it. What even were the customs of his tribe when it came to nudity?
And below his sheath were his balls, though she quickly averted her eyes from them with a blush. Perhaps it was better to focus on the bands around his arms and the draping chains hanging from his neck, accentuating just how broad his chest was. She was there to do right by her tribe.
Finally, her mind snapped back to reality, even though only a few seconds had passed since the stallion drawing her attention.
"That is I," she said stiffly, unused to being so formal. "My tribe thanks you for the extension of goodwill. I will continue to foster such between our herds. Yet I do not know your name?"
She looked at him pointedly, but the brown-haired stallion merely nodded as if he had been expecting that question all along.
