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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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Rufus sat uncomfortably on the examination table, his striped legs swinging as he sat there in a loose yet comfortable pair of shorts. The zebra was not the shortest of furs but the anthro mare examining him was taller by nearly half a meter, thicker and more voluptuous than his lithe form. Swallowing his nerves, he brushed his short mane made, bristles rough against his paw, and tried not to swing his legs too much. That just made him feel smaller and younger than he actually was and he got asked for his ID more than enough already in the shops despite being in his twenties.
The mare who had been assigned to him that day in the medical facility was tall...and had told him to call her Beth, though "Dr Beth" was about the best he could manage. Muscular and obviously showing all that she had to offer in the huge, rising mound of her breasts, she dominated the room so easily, wearing a smart, black skirt and a blouse that strained over her chest. Her hooves were left bare, draped with feather from her Belgian Draft hooves.
To say that she was a little intimidating in her appearance, to say the least, was an understatement.
"Now, dearie..." The mare said kindly, tapping a pen on a clipboard. "You know why you're here but I must state it for the record. You have been selected for the breeding program, as a candidate, and today is your examination. I trust that you have not masturbated since the given date?"
Rufus fidgeted uncomfortably. Did they have to talk about that? But she waited on his answer.
"Y-yes..."
He shifted his weight, Beth making more notes. What was she writing down on that? And why couldn't he take his eyes off her? Everything about her drew him in, though it was no secret that he was sexually frustrated, his cock throbbing and aching, twitching and pulsing within his shorts. He'd, of course, worn plain boxer-briefs, but they no longer seemed enough to contain his cock as she whipped out a tape measure, expectantly nodding.
"Come now, darling, let us proceed," she coaxed, her tone soft and wheedling. "It's all alright, I do this every day. Don't you worry about a thing."
He breathed shortly and sharply but stood as if in a dream, lowering his shorts and glancing at her the whole time as if Rufus was not quite sure still that he was doing the right thing. It was strange, even though he knew what the program was all about, not knowing whether everything was right and in order, whether he had gone too far. Yet the tape was there and ready and her breasts filled his vision, the curve of brown fur from her brown coat rising desirably. Her hair was plaited in a series of braids, hanging down the arch of her neck, though they were a lighter brown, something between bay and chestnut, the entwinement of hair not enough to hold his attention but enough to distract him as his cock sprang out. Half-hard already, it throbbed and gleamed at the tip with pre-cum, though Rufus studiously avoided eye-contact. Shifting his weight constantly from one hoof to the other, his ropey tail swatted the air and he swallowed a grunt, standing there ready for inspection, though to have his cock out on show in such a fashion brought a cloying, clinging blush to his cheeks, slinking down his neck.
The mare studied him. At least, he thought she was. He didn't look up to see what Beth was doing, the anthro equine towering.
