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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Ben panted, the piebald stallion nude from head to hoof, his tail lifted and kept up out of the way. That was not quite the way that he was supposed to be in a public gym, but his gym was not just any gym with a tight leather collar around his neck, a leather harness around his torso to stretch down around his hips and crotch, cock and balls cradled to be put on show. Not that they were to be used, of course, because Ben was there to serve and not use.
"Slut..."
A grunting bull racked a barbell before him, though he felt that he should have known the bull's name, His shaggy hide was soaked in sweat, the musk of him rolling forth, and it was all Ben could do to stay on his hooves, shuffling forward, a spreader bar and leather cuffs keeping his hooves in place. Someone snickered at his position but he was too hard and horny to care, flushing heavily, need rising, the bull eyeing him up like the fresh piece of meat he truly was.
Of course, his backdoor entrance was not to be used, a thick butt plug already rammed up in there and kept in place by a leather strap of his harness, which went down between his legs, separating his nuts. It was revealing and embarrassing and a kind of exposure that had his cock aching and throbbing in the best of ways, even as the bull took hold of a pawful of his mane and shoved him down to his knees.
A pink length of throbbing meat shoved against his muzzle and Ben moaned, parting his lips for it. As the gym slut, he knew what his place was, what he was supposed to do.
"Suck, whore..."
"Unff, you already got your turn, it's time for me to take him."
Two studs pressed in from either side, one stallion like him and the bulky bull, everyone other than him rippling with muscle that he hardly ever thought he could boast. The stallion was bigger than him, stronger than him, the two of them boasting brown hides, though Ben thought that the stallion might have been more chestnut than bay. It was hard to see when he was on his knees, the spreader bar making it easy to be shoved there but harder still to even be comfortable or get up again.
No... He could only be dragged back to his hooves.
He whined, grunting, groaning, two cocks slapping either side of his muzzle. His paws were free, but there were too many cocks to handle when they were pressing him, demanding attention from him. Ben's lips tried to follow both of them at once as he groaned, sucking and slurping, a pearly string of pre-cum clinging to his lips. He couldn't even take a moment to lap it off as his hips sank, the strain in his legs palatable from having to push up onto his knees constantly, panting shortly through his nostrils.