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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Waffle groaned, the otter-bear grinding back on to his partner's cock as it disappeared halfway into his sex. Panting heavily, one knee up on the sofa, he tried to gain more leverage, though he needed more than that. His sex clenched around the wolf's condom-clad cock, however it just couldn't be enough for Waffle when he was in heat.
"Mmm... Please, you're teasing me," he begged, even though he was sure the wolf was not doing so. "I need it... I need it all!"
Dealing with being in heat, after all, was still something Waffle had to manage, even though his cycle was not as stable as he may have expected it being. It seemed to come on suddenly, crawling and prickling through his body, so quiet at first that he thought he was just a little too warm. And then it roared, snarling at his heels -- a ravenous urge to be fucked that would not be satisfied even by Waffle's own paw.
The otter-bear groaned and ducked his head a little, two paws up on the back of the sofa as he leaned over it even more, his knee up on the seat cushions to give Flint a little more room to work. He tried to lift his thicker tail out of the way, the longer length more otter-like, though it was not the kind of tail that was meant to be moved like that.
"Easy..." Flint murmured, rubbing his fingers up the otter-bear's back, though the wolf could not deny just how his tail lifted and wagged. "You need this... I know. I'm going to give you everything you need."
The wolf was one of few words when it came to sex, but that mattered little as he drove into Waffle, savouring their heat clutching his cock. There was nothing quite like grinding against their buttocks, feeling his cock go as deep as it could possibly go, using every inch. He thrust harder, tongue lolling from his maw, though the sofa rocked lightly under their combined lust.
Even then, he was right where he wanted to be, where he needed to be, grunting and groaning. He wished Waffle didn't suffer with his heat as much as he did -- but that was partly because of the need to wear a condom when thrusting into his folds. Moving up under his tail, of course, didn't come with the risk of pregnancy, though neither of them were ready for a cub.
At least, that was what they thought.
The otter-bear rolled his hips back sensually at him and Flint thrust harder, gripping both of his hips as he gave his partner every stroke he craved. The condom, admittedly, helped him last a little longer, dulling sensation ever so slightly, but there was always a difference between taking Waffle under his tail and in his sex.
The heat was different and the slickness too, the wetness of that entrance offering a delectable almost lack of friction in comparison. Flint loved both, but he kept thrusting, grinding in deep, all for the otter-bear's pleasure.
As he drew back, however, something didn't feel quite right. As if that heat was increasing, something becoming wetter, slicker. Was that just pre-cum pooling in the tip of the condom? That didn't seem right, it felt like a lot more than that -- kind of like he had climaxed already, though his cock was still hard.
"Wait a second..."
He pulled out, although Waffle whined. The otter-bear twisted around, trying to get a look without getting out of position, though things still weren't quite right. Even though the condom was out of a new pack, it seemed to have ripped when it should not have. Waffle's honeyed arousal clung to the head of his cock where the condom had split and the wolf cursed under his breath.
