Orientation Play: Gay to Straight

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.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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This story contains forced (non-consensual) sex between two anthro characters and orientation play. This is fiction and fantasy, written for a client, and sex should only ever be undertaken with consent in reality.

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"You... Er... You want to do what?"

Mugs blushed, backing off, his paws raised, though the stallion should have known, even then, that it was not up for debate. His dapple-grey coat was splotched through with lighter shades, but she didn't know that yet -- the brown and white fluffy collie with a glint in her blue eyes that meant business. His mane and tail were dark too and he was not in the years of "greying out" and going a lighter shade, in his prime and strong, which was exactly why she'd chosen the stud.

Despite his sexual orientation...

"You heard me, didn't you, cutie?"

He snorted, running his fingers back through his hair. The house party was drawing to an end, the place littered with forgotten red and white cups, though alcohol was still flowing freely as couples paired off. No one would look twice at a horse and a dog that were "getting it on" in the back, not when there were still quiet places left there to hook up in, if a couple did want a scootch more privacy again.

The collie, Janie, only smiled. He didn't like that smile. Mugs didn't like that smile one bit.

"I'm not a cutie to you. Get off, I'm gay. I'm going."

"Oh, I don't think you want to do that. Not if you don't want some certain pictures to get out."

He froze, heart hammering, mane stuck to his neck in a damp curl of sweat close to his shoulder blades. The alcohol that he'd consumed churned uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach.

"Photos?"

Janie grinned, tail lifting, wagging. He didn't share in the same joy.

"Oh, so that got your attention? Typical boy. What photos do you think I have then, pony? What photos don't you want getting out so much that you'll actually consider getting your dick wet in a real lady?"

He snorted and shook his head, chest tightening. His heart pounded, blood roaring between his ears.

"I'm not having any of this, seriously. Sod off."

And maybe he could have gotten away if Janie had not shoved her phone into his face, forcing him to see, the pictures playing, swapping from one to the next, scrolling through automatically.

Mugs' blood ran cold.

Him naked in a bathtub.

Him pissing behind a bush.

Him drunk, someone's paw down his pants.

Him sprawled on the ground, a camping trip at the college, cock wet, a wet dream.

Him leaning against a mirror, cock in paw, cumming right there and then.

Him kissing his partner... No, his ex, he had to think of him like that. The bay stallion's ears were folded back softly as he held Mugs tenderly, the two of them coming together as well as they ever had. That they were both naked was by the by, compared to the sweetness between them. Mugs' heart twisted.

"Has this got your attention, horsie?"

He deflated, grinding his teeth together. He could deal with his photos getting out, fuck that. But him... Not him. Never him. He couldn't do that to the stallion that he still adored, even if they had gone their separate ways. It didn't even matter where she'd gotten the photos from, why she had them, for Janie's ulterior motive there was more than clear, his spine aching, chilled to the very bone.

And that was just how he found himself following the collie dog into a back room, a room that was for storage, not even for sleeping or, in the case of most others, lovemaking. She flicked on the light, raw and clinical, unflattering at best, and Mugs winced as she slid her paws up his chest, under his shirt, feeling out his muscles.

"Gawd, you guys always act like we're gross or something," she laughed, shaking her head. "Relax, all I want is a piece of dick, then I'll let you go on your merry way. Is that so bad?"

But it was bad, at least to him. He didn't like females, let alone females like her. Janie, with her wicked smirk, was not a female that he would have even wanted to be friends with. He tried to turn his muzzle away, but she wrenched him back to her, growling softly, her lips pulling up to show her teeth.

"Stallion... You will look!"

His body, however, had to respond, her snarl pulling at something deep inside. He could not be attracted to her, her body physically either, not even as she stripped down, revealing herself to him, but his cock responded all the same to physical stimulation. Her fingers dipped into his sheath, as if she was trying to draw it out softly, though it rose to attention, his nuts aching uncomfortably.

Damn it...

"See, pony, you were ready!"

"You should use my name if you want to talk to me..."

Mugs snapped, but was too flustered to say anything more, the collie shoving his pants down all the way, though they strained between his knees. He grunted, tail flicking up, but he didn't want to show her his arousal, as obvious as it was. Everything was forced, he told himself, though his mind was confused by what his body was experiencing, wanting more, wanting something, though most certainly not wanting her.

He was gay, he told himself, even as the collie dropped to her knees, taking his half-hard shaft into her mouth. He didn't like females. But he liked the feel of a hot muzzle around his cock, lapping and twirling, swirling her tongue around the tip and teasing the flat tip.

Her growl rolled through him as he leaned back, thinking of his ex, though it was hard, even then, to truly let his thoughts drift away. Her lips pulled at his length, hiding away her teeth, nuzzling down as far as she could, though it was hard for anyone who was not versed in such things to take a cock as large as his was. Still, she tried, all for her own pleasure, savouring him, tasting him, moaning around his girth as he throbbed and drooled, however minutely.

"Mmph..."

Mugs grunted, his mind elsewhere. His tail flicked back and forth, back and forth, straining in some way to relieve tension, though there was nothing that could be done, not there. He was horny, yes, and the alcohol working through his system made it a little easier to forget that she wasn't a guy like him, forced to enjoy the attention of a female who was far more into him than he could ever be into her.

"Oh, you can do better than that."

He noticed her lips leaving his cock, stomach tied up into strange knots, but he had to try, whimpering, panting, turning his head from side to side.

"Are you shaking your head?"

He nodded, yes.

"Oh, colt, that's not going to do. You don't want those photos to get out, do you?"

He was going to kill whoever let those slip, or maybe it was his online account that had been hacked, which wouldn't have been a far cry at all. He never had a secure password, but he was nothing more than a passive player in his own life, the collie taking her leave and her fill of him, whether his heart was truly willing or not. Her tail wagged, brushing back against his lower stomach as she ground against him, her backside rubbing his cock, letting his hot length slide between her rear cheeks.

"Mmm... Oh, you're going to feel so good inside me. It could be better for you too, if only you give in to it."

But he could not, not in the way that she wanted him to. Maybe it was just who he was or maybe it was, actually, his lingering attachment to a romance that had been lost too quickly, though it was his life, his choice, and nothing was going to change that. Mugs grunted, not playing a part, shaking all over, her pussy parting softly around the tip of his shaft, folds spreading around him, letting his length slide into her, though she had to reach back to hold his cock in position. The collie moaned out loud, tongue hanging out, the store room closing in around them, though Mugs did not thrust, despite the pleasure throbbing through him.

"Oof..."

"That's it, pony, let it... Ah... Ohhh!"

She moaned, unable to help herself, not even wanting to taunt him as he used his body for her own pleasure. Janie would not have really released the photos, of course, but Mugs was not to know that. It was all a wicked bit of fun on her part, even at his expense in a bad way, but the canine's mind simply did not work like that. She didn't understand that it was wrong and could not even come to that conclusion as her hot sex closed around him, tensing and rippling, though she was not in control of the contractions. Even in a situation that Janie had orchestrated, she was not in control of her body then.

Still, there was some pleasure, confusing pleasure, for Mugs, grunting and panting, nostrils puckering with breath. He wasn't straight, he told himself, but that didn't stop his body from reacting to throbbing, pulsing pleasure, teasing through him. It came whether he wanted or ready for it or not, grunting thickly, his ears slipping back, letting the pulse wash through him.

He didn't have to think about it. He didn't have to consider the coercion. He didn't have to think about anything at all. All he had to do was let his cock throb, his pre-cum spilling forth, though it was not as heady as it usually was. Mugs could not fault himself for that, not then, not as the throbbing ache of it grew even more fervent, driving through him, making him want to thrust and grind, imagining that it was something else, something very different, wrapped around his cock.

"Ah, yes... See, pony, you're getting into it..."

Maybe he was or maybe he wasn't -- that was only something that he would come to see later, much later. His drooling length had to go somewhere as she took over on his cock, grinding back onto him, humping him fervently where he would not thrust into her, though his body responded. Aching tingles lurked a hair's breadth beneath the skin, but it was nothing like his first time with a guy, sensations overwhelming things that should not have come to pass, even if they were, as it was, stimulating.

Maybe that was all sex had to be, at least then, the stallion huffing, the femfur under him rubbing her clit to a howling orgasm, her tail lifted, brushing back against his stomach. He could not help himself, pushing off the wall desperately in one last moment of pleasure to thrust and grind, to fill her with every inch of shaft he had to give, losing control of everything that he thought was his to hold close.

Yet it was not his control to tell when his cock spilled ropes of seed forth, filling her bareback, her massaging cunny pulsing around him, though each tug was erratic, catching him off guard. She whimpered, twisting her head back and forth, cockiness gone, but now that Janie had leverage over him, who knew what could come to pass in the future?

"Ah... Yes, that's it... See..."

She tried to be bold, but it was hard when her tongue lolled out of her mouth, panting so hard.

"You need this...too..."

Maybe he did, but not in the way that she wanted him to, the stallion grunting, leaning back against the wall. Janie's buttocks ground back against him, but Mugs merely groaned, shaking his head.

Whatever she thought she had gained from that, it was in her court, not his. All Mugs felt was her hot cunny, how her pussy flexed around him, drooling slick arousal, mixing with his seed. Licking his lips, he blushed hotly, his neck burning with a mix of confusing arousal and embarrassment, though even then he could not quite work out which was dominant.

At least all would be well.

As long as he used his cock to do what Janie wanted of him.