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.
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The Mile High Club
"Volitant copulation..." The black stallion snorted, nostrils fluttering. "That sounds very complicated. And dangerous. Where the hell did you get this idea from?"
Flouncing completely nude on the recliner, Platinum batted her eyelashes at him, the silvery, dappled-grey pegasus' hide shivering from the light nip of chill in the air. On the small table beside her - crafted with wood from the local forest - rested a text that had brought the idea to life in the first place: The Art of Pegasi Lovemaking. Kama-sutra for the aerially gifted, it had had to be one of the text that the proud warrior had snatched up on one of her rare visits into the town and, well, the excuse to get her partner away for a retreat had not been all that difficult to orchestrate either.
Platinum smiled sensually, eyes half-lidded as her silver mane spilled down the arch of her neck, a waterfall of finely oiled hair. No, BlackWing was her partner, her mate for life, and she knew him inside out. And it was just as well she did when she had a new idea in mind to play with too...
Her partner, BlackWing, stood beside the window in nothing but a comfortable pair of old combat trousers, arms folded as he surveyed the sunset outside, almost as if he was calculating something in his mind as the crimson orb slowly dipped behind the mountains. Snorting, Platinum shook her mane over to the other side of her neck and brushed her forelock from her eyes. Always so serious! His roached mane added to the look, the other pegasus built like a draft horse with his hide stretched taut over thick ropes of muscle, but it was his leathery wings that were the main event. Inherently different to hers, they held their own fine beauty and Platinum couldn't help her eyes wandering over the lines of them and marvelling at how the flickering lamplight played through the membrane.
"BlackWing," she said slowly, drawing out the syllables in his name. "Let's do something different... Something daring. I know you are up for the challenge."
Snorting heavily, he folded his arms, wings drawn in to his back.
"It's too dangerous. What if you fall?" He demanded. "The rocks down the cliff face are hardly smooth and welcoming now, are they?"
"Oh, don't be such a killjoy, Blackers!" Platinum rolled her eyes, extending her wings, the feathers trembling as if she was, right then, imagining flight. "You're no fun... Anyone's going to be thinking you're an old, grey stallion at this rate!"
BlackWing whipped his head up, an indignant squeal on his lips.
"That's real brave coming from you, PT," he shot back, using the nickname that she both kind of loved and hated at the same time - it was just that kind of relationship they had. "If you think it's so exciting, why didn't you say you wanted to try it before?"
"Well, I wasn't sure your wings would hold up to the weight of both of us, but after seeing you give strength training in aerial drills last week a shot, I figured you may just about be able to stop us from crashing into the ground."
The stallion reared his head back, huffing and snorting as if he'd been mortally insulted and, in that moment, Platinum knew that she'd won - although she was careful to keep the flash of triumph from her muzzle. That wasn't what their relationship was about, after all.
Storming to the door with less conviction than he really could have put into the act, BlackWing shucked his bottom half of clothing, revealing his docked tail and muscled rump. Platinum could not help her eyes from dropping to it, imagining just how the muscle would squeeze in as he filled her to the brim.
Throwing her a look that rang of pure challenge, the stallion stepped over the threshold.
"Fine, you think I can't do it? Well, Platinum, all I've got to say to you is - try me!"
And then he was gone into the crisp Autumn air, the first lick of Winter stringent on the breeze. Giggling with her fingers pressed over her lips, Platinum streaked after him, tail flaring out behind her like a banner to herald her silvery passing.
A pine forest stretched down the mountainous slopes and the nearest town was many miles away, the pegasus mare's breath frosting in the air as she breathed, breasts rising and falling gently. The lights of the town flickered dimly, but they were nowhere near enough to dissuade them from their tryst as the grumpy black stallion stalked to the edge of the cliff where the cabin sat, bare feet crunching softly over strewn, brown pine needles as he stalked beneath the trees.
With his back silhouetted against the dim light of the moon, the equine paused on the very edge of the cliff, tantalising in his proximity to the fall. There was never any question, however, of him not being able to catch himself with his wings after his many years in the service, and Platinum stepped fearlessly up to his shoulder, a grey wingtip brushing his.
Their lips met in a sweet, rapidly deepening kiss, chests pressed together so that their heart beats drummed lightly into one another, reminding them of the quickening risk in their tryst. Platinum's nipples perked softly into the cool air, but it was too late to slink back to the cabin as her lust rose, need intermingling with the deep desire for adventure.
"And now," she breathed, taking him closer in her arms, back to the drop. "We fly."
