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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"I'm so glad that you guys were able to make it."
With more than a few drinks in their bellies, the two horses and the Sika deer sprawled across Dalarius' large sofa, though the cushions were tossed about, nothing in its rightful place on the old, comfortable leather. Well, it wasn't technically Dal's, considering his work at the stables, though he had more than a few liberties at The Stables after working there for a few years at that time. Who would have thought that coming for a day of frolicking fucking with Malcolm would have him working there not all that long after?
The function room was large, in a converted barn but with proper heating, electric and water, so proper and well-kept that it was, occasionally, used for weddings and less saucy functions too at The Stables. Though the best uses for it, in Dal's opinion, were when BDSM events were held, displaying different kinks, some of their finest "submissves" (or switches, however they swung) in bondage, posing on display. At those kinds of events, drinks flowed freely while those working there mingled, allowing them to work the crowd or retreat to private rooms where applicable. Dalarius, in particular, had acquired an extensive knowledge of different kinks and even the intricacies of bondage, which he was more than happy to demonstrate on willing participants.
The large windows spanned the length of the room, looking out over the grounds where the maintained grass stretched down to a nature reserve, full of butterflies and insects in the daytime, but the lake merely glinting softly in the moonlight. It had to be somewhere close to one in the morning, yet none of the trio left on the sofas, letting the conversation flow naturally between them, felt all that tired at all.
The bay stallion snorted softly, a touch of liquor warming the back of his throat, though the whisky had not been one that had was able to partake in too much, as good as it was. The party, although not an official Stables event, had still been hosted by him and he had the establishments reputation to maintain too, the guests ones that would quite likely come back to visit the studs and lasses and more there. He didn't want to make the establishment look shoddy, especially when it was where he worked.
Hubris and Aelune, however, could only assure him that the party had been a raging success, the deer -- well, unicorn-deer, as she was swift to correct anyone that dared claim otherwise -- sitting beside him. So close that their bare thighs touched, her skirt a little shorter than what she would have usually worn, it was telling that she was so comfortable with the horse, though, to be fair, they had been friends for many years. More than friends on many occasions, in fact...
For his paws with the thick, hoof-like fingertips had slid down into the small of her back, holding her close as he sank his thick length into her folds, the pink of his shaft more than familiar with her folds. And that was before the darker grey at the base, past the roll of the medial ring, had even been reached. Aelune was not a deer to be outdone and took him all, every inch, whether they were fucking at home, a quickie out on a trip away somewhere... It didn't much matter to them.
She knew how the bay stallion looked when he was in the throes of orgasm, just how his cock pulsed inside her, the tip flaring seductively a few seconds before the point of no return. If she was careful, as deviously delightful as she was, she could hold him there, even while his shaft was filling her pussy so wonderfully, for longer, keeping him balanced where he could have cum or not. Always, however, it ended up with the stallion calling her bluff, pinning her down, using his strength against her to their mutual pleasure as he thrust and thrust, slamming into her with raw abandon to sweet, blissful completion.
"It all came together, hm?" She teased, her nose soft and quivering, a little more shaped than the muzzles of the equines. "See, I told you it would be fine. It's not the first fling you've thrown here. Tell him, Hubris."
The darker bay with a uniform shade to his muzzle did not have a black mane like Dal, but a brown one, though the difference in the shades gave him a lighter, gentler look to him. Not one to talk too much, he was different when it came to his friends, though it still took him a long time to get to know others, even as he "grew up". He'd thought things would be different after he got out of his teens, schooling and all that side -- but some things about him had simply been how he was. And that was okay too. It was nice, for him and others, that both Dal and Aelune accepted him exactly as he was. There was something comfortable about that, as he sat on the other side of the Sika deer, his tail flicking back and forth, even as it rested half-trapped by his backside.
"Yeah, it was fantastic," he said easily, fishing for his drink and taking another mouthful of what he thought was just a coke, but turned out to be rum and lime...with coke. "I wish I'd come sooner!"
But life was busy and not everyone had the chance to enjoy things like friends and parties and get-togethers, even though that was not something that anyone should have become used to long-term. They were all working together on finding more free time for themselves and friends, all to their mutual benefit, for work and life balance was becoming more and more notable. It was just getting other organisations and companies to hop on board with it, which was not always easy. Dalarius was incredibly blessed and grateful for the fact that that had never, not even the once, been a problem at The Stables. The perks were just that, perks, and not excuses for bad behaviour, as had been the case in other, less sexual and fun places that he had worked.
Hubris took another drink, not minding the rum all that much. It went rather well with the lime, even though he had never had a drink quite like that... No, not in a few years. His head drifted lightly, softly, the tasteful, dim lighting of the function room exposing the buffet table that had been set up, the food and drinks that had flowed freely, though the bartender had left for the night. It was just the three of them left there and it was cosy, so very cosy, with Dalarius on one side of him and Aelune on the other.
Suddenly, the horse was conscious of the heat of their bodies, the deer stroking his mane, tenderly brushing it back from his face.
"Hubris," she said, an eyebrow raised. "When was the last time that you had some real fun?"
He started, eyes wide, nostrils flared. What on earth was that supposed to mean? Oh, she was direct, he'd always known that, though the mischief and the sparkle in her eyes hinted at more, something else other than a cheeky prod lurking under the surface. His breath quickened, but he shook his head, mane clinging to his damp neck. He hadn't realised that he was so warm.
"Er... Come on, Aelune."
He tried to laugh it off, shuffling back, though the deer closed the space between them again as if he had not wriggled back at all. That was strange, even as he brushed his mane away from his damp neck, looking for his drink, the edges of his senses comfortably fuzzy still. When had his glass gotten empty? Ah well.
"Yeah, you know I've got him, I've got my boyfriend, Anuzil," he said with a chuckling laugh that trembled over his lips. "But I didn't think... I'm not talking about that sort of thing with you!"
She giggled, walking her fingers up his chest. Oh, the horse was easy, too easy. She wouldn't have teased him so much if it was not as fun as he made it, Dalarius keeping a close eye on her, of course, to make sure that she did not go too far with poor Hubris, though it was not as if anyone there was there against their will. She had never gone too far, not even the once.
"Why don't I get you another drink, Hubris?"
