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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"Alyssa... Do you know what's going on here?"
Sandor gulped, the white fox's tail stiff as he stood tall, watching the taurs before him, well... They could only be described as "mating," though it was more like a mass orgy, the likes of which he had never seen before. She'd brought him to see her taur tribe, where she'd grown up -- but there were most certainly no young deer-taurs around that day.
Not as moans filled the air, taurs contorted into all kinds of positions, though one of the favoured mating positions seemed to be with the male on top, mounting them like a feral. Others chose more intimate positions, lying on the ground, legs tucked around the other as they used the limbs they had at their disposal to hold one another close.
Alyssa shrugged, only slightly sheepish at the display taking place in a clearing in the thick woodland. Light sprung down from the canopy in dappled shade, splashed across the coats of all kinds of deer-taurs, though there were a few centaur travellers in there too; they stood out at their size, easily larger than the majority of the deer-taurs.
"It happens every autumn," she said. "Some call it the rut, others call it the ritual. Our young will then be born in the warmer months of the year, when food is at its most plentiful for us. Of course, food and other things are easier to get these days than they were many years ago, but my tribe still chooses a simple life. Our rituals and customs are important."
Sandor grinned, looking at his sweet doe-taur in a new light. She was so light and delicate, her body finely proportioned, though she was only wearing a long, flowing blouse that cut off across the skin at the bottom of her human half, her torso. Nothing graced her deer half, even though that may have been customary when they were in other towns and villages with anthros and more.
"Well... Have you ever wanted to join in with them?"
He took her hand, a feral look in his eye. Alyssa's heart skipped a beat, stuttering in her chest for a moment, yet it was not on her to dictate what happened there. All that was needed was her consent and seeing her tribe engaged in such a fervent mating display set her off, bracing her hind legs slightly apart as if she was ready already to be taken right then and there.
"Oh, Sandor..." She breathed, eyes alight. "Please... You really mean it? You'd really do that for me?"
"Of course, darling..."
He was not pushed on by his desire to fulfil her needs alone, of course, but his own desires, his cock rising within his travelling trousers, which were loose enough around the hips and thighs to allow him to move freely, even when he was riding on Alyssa's back. The fox kissed her deeply, their hands working together to disrobe him, taking heed of the moment. His cape hit the ground and then she pulled his shirt up and over his head, need getting the best of her as her tail flicked up, exposing the quivering white underside, though it was in signal of her readiness to mate, not for danger.
