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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The stag, Akurah, stood tall and proud in the middle of the clearing, although it was more populated than it usually was. His domain stretched out before him, but Akurah was interested in fresher tastes that day, the deity's neck framed in a heavy hanging of moss and leaves, light purple flowers dotting through the foliage. In other seasons, he would have mushrooms and berries spread through his adornments, though spring would forever be one of the stag's favourite seasons.
The breeding circle had already begun and the stag trembled dominantly, feeling the impressions of their lust coursing through his kingdom, through the very ground that he stood on. And yet Akurah was just there, that day, as one of them, one of the breeding throng, his antlers rising tall and proud as he eyed up the participants, all that had come to satisfy their breeding desires at the coming of spring.
A carpet of flowers stretched through the clearing and it was his powers that kept them intact, even as lustful bodies brushed over them, where they would have crushed. Shafts slipped into silken, wet pussies as if they were meant to be there, even with partners who had never met before that day. And it was meant to be, all as it was meant to be, the stag rumbling throatily, as if he was about to bellow.
Yet he would not disrupt them, not as he raked his gaze over a bull with curious markings. He was grey, perhaps with a touch of brown in his fur, with raccoon-like markings over his body, big horns but rings around his eyes that made them appear sultrily sunken in his face. He did not catch Akurah's attention, however, and the stag moved on, breathing in slowly as he inhaled the lust and aromas of spring flirting in the air.
Nynz, the bull with striking, raccoon markings licked his lips, his long, wet tongue scooping out against the side of his muzzle. His nose was already lightly damp, all the better to sift through the many scents in the air, though he had already found the most exotic one of them all to take -- or at least see if she was amenable to him too.
The kitsune sprawled across a low tree branch, where she would have been roughly at his chest or shoulder height, the old bough supporting her lithe, curvy body. She was nude from head to toe, her tails hanging down from the branch as she slipped her fingers between her legs, arching up with a low, desiring moan.
And yet...she did not take a partner, despite her striking nature and the many that came by to see if she was accepting of them. With her striking markings, grey and black and white, cut down her body in such a way that the eye could not help but follow them, she caught attention even when she was sitting still -- and the flash of russet across her tails and her hair only further brought life to her figure in a startle of colour. She was a prize, even without knowing anything further about her, and Nynz' sheath plumped out, revealing the thickness of his bull meat, filling out his sheath as more and more of his ardent length spilt forth.
He didn't know what her deal was, but he could most certainly find out, striding over to her with the hint of a smirk on his lips, though there was a playfulness about Nynz too. He didn't mind, not really, if he was turned down, for he took just as much pleasure from watching the breeding show as he did in seeding a partner full, spilling over and dripping with his cum. The bull would find someone, one way or the other, and he would be sated, but her wicked nature, teasing and flirting but not letting one another in, had caught his attention.
Rei squirmed on the branch, rolling over onto her front as she draped herself fetchingly over it. Oh, there were plenty there to be bred that year and, truthfully it was not Rei's first time there, breeding. She had been a couple of years back and borne a womb full of kitsune kits out of it, nursing them and caring for them, though the time had well enough come for the wily fox to grow her family even more.
She wanted a big family, but only from the right fur -- or feral too, she was more than happy with. Akurah did draw her attention, just a little, the big stag a constant presence in the forest, though he seemed to have caught the eye of a hybrid bear-otter with a thicker, longer tail.
She frowned. That was a shame... She wouldn't have minded at all crying out her pleasure under the big-balled stud, but he was not the only one out there.
No... Not as a bull, standing just under ten feet tall, approached her, his chest bare and, of course, his cock out. He did not handle his cock at all, as if he did not even feel the need to, yet the swollen, hard length still led the way before him, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Rei licked her lips, eyeing him up from head to toe as he paused, snorting softly, nostrils whuffling.
"Hello there," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded, though she had already taken all that she wanted in of the striking bull. "And you think that just the one pole will be enough for me? As you see, I come in multiples."
