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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"Are you watching, Darryl? This is how a real slut takes my dick..."
Darryl shivered, bound on his knees with his paws behind his back, a strange sort of harness twisted around his torso in rope. It looked intricate and yet had been swift to put together, highlighting the grey roan of his coat, the flecks speckled through it while his head was a darker grey, almost blue, shade. The white rope kept his paws out of helpful use while his knees too and thighs were lashed together, bent at the knee, fetlocks bound too in a final act of restraint.
In such a position, all Darryl could do was kneel and try to stay still, his pink cock twitching faintly, drooling pre-cum, while his appaloosa father pounded his very own brother for all he was worth. Again and again, a hot length of stallion-cock disappeared into a willing tail hole, Cash bragging that he could take it, though he was more like his father than Darryl was. Whereas their father had a black coat with a white blanket, spotted, over his backside and thighs, Cash was all stud and wild, white-based with a brown splattering of spots all over his body. Darryl had spent a long time tracing them, while serving his brother, and would have said that he knew every last one inside out.
He squirmed, Cash squealing before his eyes, grinding back, though he was half-pinned against the wall as it was. He could not have said that he was in a dominant position in that moment but it was him that was getting their father's attention and not the bound, helpless younger son, who couldn't do a damned thing about his position.
His father, Sean, did not care for Darryl's comfort. He had wanted to take his father's dick but been too wimpy to do so, as much as he'd wanted to. So, it was up to him to show Darryl how it was done, that his aspirations could be reached -- but he would have to be braver than ever to take that thickly meaty length up under the fleshy dock of his tail.
But Darryl wanted it, panting heavily, tongue pushing out over his lower lip, even though equines breathed through their nostrils. His cock throbbed and twitched and he tried not to pay it too much attention, the ache running through too stringent, even then, to be easily ignored. But it made him want his father all the more as Cash so very easily took every inch of his dick, even humping back at their father while Sean grabbed the back of his neck dominantly between his teeth, pinning him there like the slut-son to be "bred" that he was.
He was not good enough to take his father's dick yet, serving them both, a cock-slut to wet their dicks, though he would be: Darryl would make sure of it. All he wanted was what he wanted, devoured by need, hunger enveloping him. The slick length of that driving cock, those swinging nuts -- he could not have lusted for them any more than he did. He craved it, grunting, moaning, a whimpering, bound slut that couldn't get anything of what he needed. Even then, his balls felt too fat and too swollen to be so restrained, bulging and kept on the front of his thighs, every nerve-ending in his body screaming for some kind of release.
