One of the Tribe

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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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.

"Of course," he said smoothly. "It is Morlais."

"Ah." She smiled. "Named for the river..."

He smiled in turn, meeting her halfway.

"Yes. I am Idris' firstborn son and I hope you will be entertained by our celebrations! We wish to bring good fortune back to our tribe, for this war has claimed too many souls."

She relaxed a little, some tension easing from her shoulders, which had been held a little higher than strictly necessary. Teifi had not even realised she had been so tense, though it made sense. They had been enemies up to a little while ago, of course.

"Yes, that much I can agree on."

At least it seemed they were on the same side of the river, as the saying went in her tribe, and Teifi gladly followed Morlais to the centre of his tribe. The huts all seemed to spiral out in a circular pattern from the central meeting place, vegetables cooking over fires in all manner of stews and roasted concoctions: her mouth watered simply smelling the delectable, even seasoned aromas. They had not had access to some plants required for some more flavourful, spicier seasons in quite some time.

Maybe that would change, with the shift in the attitude of their tribes. Teifi could only hope so.

"Ah, you must wear this," he said, offering her a ring from the palm of his hand. "This marks you as an honorary member of the tribe, for the duration of the celebration."

She took the ring and slid it on to her fourth finger of her right hand without thinking, though it bumped over the slightly thicker, chunkier nail that equine anthros all had. With wide eyes and flared nostrils, the mare stared around her.

She was no stranger to adults in her tribe having sex, but...never had she seen it all being done so openly. Teifi let out a little nicker as she watched a spotted black and white mare on all fours, a rune painted over her womb, being taken from behind by a stallion with broad, black shoulders. His bare, pink shaft plunged into her sex, the medial ring glistening with a combination of their arousal, and her lower jaw dropped ever so slightly, lips parted.

"Ah... And the festival is for..?"

She trailed off, giving Morlais an expectant look. Yet the stallion and her guide merely took her hand and clasped it to his chest, pressing the flat of her hand against his bare muscles.

Oh, he's so warm...

She whinnied, though he didn't keep her hand for long. The heat of him, however, lingered.

"The fertility festival," he said simply but jovially, spreading his arms up above his head as if in praise. "For the no-gendered god, who birthed us all and breathed life into the land."

That was not one Teifi knew of and her ears pricked up, eager to know more. And yet there was so much going on around her that the mare couldn't help but stare, the words that would have given life to her questions dying on her lips before she could send them forth.

Sex was obviously a key part of the festival -- and, knowing the origins, that made sense to her. All females over the age of eighteen, as far as Teifi could determine, had runes painted, just like that first mare who'd caught Teifi's attention, over their wombs -- or the span of flesh where their wombs would rest, of course. Males received a painted rune too, on the palm of their dominant hand; that changed from stallion to stallion.

And they were all having sex so openly -- not only feasting and singing! Anthro horses of all shapes and sizes, some bulkier with muscle and others leaner and more agile, came together in lust, thick, meaty cocks spearing into winking pussies, the mares as ready as the stallions to celebrate.

"I take it that there is a flux of foals after the festival?" Teifi said wryly, a flick to her ears. "The tribe will be made all the stronger for it."

Morlais nodded, his tail swishing and brushing the backs of her legs as they moved through the festival together.

"Yes, but we do it for pleasure too," he explained. "Everyone who wishes is encouraged to seek mutual pleasure with each other, if they have come of age. Yet the foals only come through an offering. If a couple wants to make the ultimate offering to the god of fertility, the mare may take the hand of the stallion and put it over her womb. In the sending of desire, and speaking of the ritual words, into the rune, the two runes may be paired, from stallion to mare."

"Oh," she breathed, unable to help herself. "That... That is amazing. Beautiful."

"I'm so glad you think so. With the stallion reciting his desire to become a father of the yet to be born foal, the runes are paired and it is only at that point that the mare will enter a season, where her body is ripe and fertile. She will be ready to take his seed and bear a foal."

Morlais paused, a twinkle entering his eye. Almost comfortably, considering they had not been around one another for all that long as yet, he bumped into her with his shoulder. It was only a light jostle, but the mare still squeaked and stepped away from him, tension showing through the swishing of her tail.

"I'm only saying," he went on, giving her the space and allowing her to return to his side when she was ready. "The activation of the runes bring on intense arousal too. I'm told it is quite invigorating, though am yet to experience that for myself. You likely already understand this, but the runes also ensure that the stallion's seed, his essence, impregnate the mare without fail. There has been no case of breeding where the runes are activated in our ritual that has not resulted in a foal.

Teifi gulped and unconsciously rested a hand on her lower stomach. As a black stallion took an albino mare, with pink skin showing around her nostrils and lips, on her back, she couldn't help but stare at the join of her bodies. The runes glowed where his hand rested possessively over her womb, showing a haze of blue and yellow around his hand -- yet it was certainly there. The thrust of his hips powered his cock into her, stroke after devout stroke, and Teifi had to suppress a moan at the sight.

Even watching turned her on and she fought to keep her tail lowered, for she'd disturb her skirt if she flagged it. Not that Teifi honestly thought there was anything wrong with showing desire in that setting, but she was not so sure she wanted to yet.

Everything there had to be her decision. Would having sex mean that she was bringing the tribes together -- or would it push them apart? The position of their two tribes was still so precarious and the mare understood the risks, even as her body warmed with a tickling, seeping arousal.

Under her skirt, so far concealed, her pussy winked. Her folds tugged up and pushed down, winking open to expose her clit and the glistening pink of her sex beyond the light grey folds. Yet maybe it was natural too for her to be so flustered by the sights and sounds of the festival, for it seemed everyone around her was throwing themselves wholeheartedly into proceedings.

Stallions and mares bred, some with the runes glowing and others with the runes static -- at least for the moment. Teifi could honestly say she'd never seen so many sexual positions before, stallions taking mares on their backs, on all fours, on their sides -- pressed up behind them with the offering of their cock sliding between their thighs. And there were others she struggled even to describe, one with a mare hitched up in the air between two stallions, one kissing her while the other ploughed into her pussy, his hands under her thighs to hold them up and spread. The second stallion supported her, but it was clear he was going to have her next.

"Oh... Oh, this is..."

Teifi couldn't find the words, sinking a little more into herself as Morlais showed her around, although she was not at all sure that it was a place she belonged. She caught his nostrils twitching and hoped he couldn't smell her arousal hanging in the air, with so many other scents around them. Already, her folds seemed damp under her skirt, though Teifi was not about to pause or ask for privacy to check her own body.

For the good of her tribe and relations, she had to keep going.

One thing with her was that she didn't have all that much experience of being around the stallions. They were the strongest warriors of the tribe, so they were often patrolling or hunting -- or fighting the other tribe defending their home. Mares were not barred from such activities, though every horse found their place in the herd. With foraging and gathering, learning to heal and exploring the ways of the tribe and the culture, she had needed to delve into different pursuits. Such was the way of being the leader's daughter.

It was the mares of the tribe who had been her guides and companions, in that sense, though Teifi had never considered herself self-conscious around stallions until then. With him pausing before a mare who was sucking on a stallion's cock, sliding her lips all the way down to kiss his soft, velvety sheath, she didn't know what to do -- or even where to look.

"There is so much lust to be enjoyed," Morlais said with a soft sigh, his tail swinging more gently back and forth. "Ah, I should find my own mare for the night."

She wanted to ask if he had lain with a mare before, yet the question seemed too personal for someone who she'd only just met. Teifi nodded politely, though she couldn't stop her ears from twitching and betraying her reactions, even the little twitches in her muzzle conveying more in subtle body language than she was ready to divulge.

"Come... This is no time to be shy, sweet butterfly."

"Do you think me fragile?" She shot back at him, finding her nerve as she gave the stallion a harder look. "Sex is not new to me."

"Oh, I can see that," he said, though Teifi was sure he was bluffing there, for she, of course, was still a virgin. "But you need to relax. Eat some food, enjoy the sights. Do as you please."

She still held back a little, her tail twisting and swishing, though she fought to keep it down, purely so it didn't disturb her too much. The ring on her right hand seemed to weigh her down as he continued showing her around, introducing her to some of the horses, from warriors to healers to mothers.

She joined in, of course, with having a rune painted over her womb. Her skirt, barely hiding anything, allowed easy access, though part of the rune remained hidden under the waistband of it. Only a light tug would reveal the rest of her body, however, and Teifi swore she caught Morlais eyeing her up and licking his lips.

One mare was already round with a foal in her belly, though she knelt devoutly to instruct a younger mare on the art of taking a stallion's cock for the first time.

Teifi paused there with a throaty nicker. Thankfully, Morlais was happy to stay with her, though the stallion remained close and, unconsciously, she pressed a little more into his personal space. So close that she could feel the warmth emanating from his bay hide, she watched the flat tip of the stallion's cock rub against the mare's folds. She lay on her back with her legs spread, ears flicking back with nerves, though she had the best support, seemingly, around her.

There was no need for the golden mare to drag her eyes away from the show right there before her as the stallion slowly entered her twitching sex, spreading her folds for the first time. She whinnied as the older mare guided her, though her cry swiftly broke into a pleasured moan as his pink and grey mottled shaft slid deeper and deeper.

He took her slowly, easing his cock a little deeper with every stroke, working her open gently. There seemed to be love there, the horses meeting one another's eyes even in the rising throes of passion, the stallion clasping one of the mare's hands on the right side of her head. However, Teifi only had eyes for how their bodies came together, the slick sheen clinging to the length of his shaft as he rocked back and forth, glutes tensing and tail lifting proudly.

Gently, Morlais took her hand, regaining her attention.

"Come," he said lightly, towing her away even though Teifi would have rather liked to stay that time. "You should meet my father, he is in the largest dwelling here."

Continued in part two of two...