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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His home, as made sense, was constructed of wood and seemed to have something painted over the roof. She wondered if it helped keep the rain out, for they had several methods of keeping their homes dry in her tribe, even if it needed to be reapplied. Nature was plentiful and good to the tribe, when they tended to the land, yet even they needed to be careful that they didn't drain certain resources too much.
It seemed to have two floors to it, however, and she tried not to look too impressed, even though there was no home in her village, not even the meeting and gathering hut, that had an upper floor. There were windows too, though they were built more like the ones she was used to: able to be opened and closed, though not with a fixed seal around the edges. That was something she had been working on with a friend in her tribe, striving to find a natural substance that would better help them seal off draughts in their homes.
Morlais guided her in and she startled with a snort, her head shooting up. Her ears slipped back, then pricked again, for there was no danger there. For the room at the entrance to the tribe leader's home opened into a welcoming space with a fire roaring in the middle. The smoke from the fire seemed to be channelled up to an opening in the roof, though some still escaped, giving the firelight-lit space a flickering, otherworldly aura, as if there was something of a haze in the air.
Yet she couldn't stop herself from noting the tribe leader, Idris, standing to the right of the fire, flames dancing partway across his form as if he was one with the flame itself. Idris was about the same height as his son, though had a little more of a stomach -- kind of a muscle gut, if Teifi was to use terms she'd heard from other mares. He had the same bay coat, however, and his mane and tail were even longer, though the kinks in them suggesting that they were frequently braided. That was likely needed to stop both from snagging on vegetation and such when away from the village.
And then she came into view, a mare that could only be his daughter. Her features were a little finer, but there was no mistaking it as she bobbed her head slowly on her father's cock, sucking his meat down into the back of her throat. She wore nothing at all and neither did Idris -- bar the adorning jewellery of the festival that she'd seen other members of the tribe wearing too. They seemed to favour yellow and blue hues and made a mental note of that. Even in a state of shock, she recovered herself quickly enough to remember it so she could bear it in mind if they needed to ever give a gift to the tribe.
"Oh..."
"This is my sister, Hafran," Morlais said easily, giving her the impression that sex between family members, if they were of age adults, was a normal occurrence there. "Please, come. This is all a part of the ritual, the celebration. We want you to be a part of every moment."
Dimly, Teifi nodded. She didn't strictly need permission to watch and yet she was relieved to have it, fighting to clamp her tail down against her growing arousal. Yet her sex demanded attention in a way her body had never needed before, winking as it tugged up and down, heaving against her own restriction to get what a mare in her prime needed.
At least, that was true when it came to the body's needs in mating. Teifi knew there was no mare in her tribe that had been forced into sex or made to bear a foal. One stallion had tried and had been cast out for it: ample warning to the rest.
Hafran sucked her father's cock hard, cheeks lightly hollowing, and Teifi grunted in the back of her throat as Idris powerfully grabbed the back of her head, fingers twisting roughly through her black mane. She sucked in a breath -- and then Morlais was pressed up behind her, his hands roaming her body.
"Oh..."
She let it happen, arching into his touch without really knowing what she was doing. Pushing against a strong, virile stallion simply came naturally to her, as her mother had told her, and she allowed him to slip free her top, though it was not as if it had covered all that much at all. It fell to the ground and she remained with her back to him, frozen in place and yet not in a bad way. It simply felt as if Teifi was in exactly the place she needed to be, something hard rising against her buttocks.
Is it finally happening?
The mare could not have honestly said whether she was dreaming or not as she exulted in the moment, his hands running up to her bare breasts, though her necklaces draped down sensually between them. They highlighted the space between her breasts, drawing the eye, and she caught Idris' eyes dropping to them, even as he worked his hips with a hungry kind of power, grinding into his daughter's mouth and the back of her throat. Hafran seemed to gulp around him, a lewd, wet sound rising from their enjoyment of one another, though the mare had her hands lightly resting on her father's thighs. If she'd wanted to push him away, she easily could have.
"Ah... Morlais..."
She breathed his name as if it was a prayer she was sending up to the gods, shivering as she rocked ardently into his touch. His fingers brushing her nipples felt good, sending sparks of pleasure through her that zinged like lightning. Her own touch had never done that -- why was Morlais' so different?
There was no time to think of that as she worked on instinct. Even though her skirt had still exposed a lot, she untied it with one awkward hand, letting the woven garment rustle down to the floor. Bar her jewellery, there was nothing to bar her from Morlais or even the other participants of the festival and his family.
In that moment, she embraced the culture, the celebration. But the mare could never have known quite what she was getting in for.
"Mmm... You feel good, Teifi," he breathed, nibbling tenderly at her neck as she tipped her head to the side and nickered throatily. "So wonderful... Your breasts are so large, I love them."
Her breasts were rather sizeable, in all fairness, yet it was not something the mare had ever taken in mind before. They were just her breasts. Yet some kind of heat surged inside her at the compliment and she nickered wantonly to him as he rubbed his hardening member against her exposed buttocks.
"Mmm, ah... Lower..."
