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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Worshipping the Stud
"Oh, such a Stud..."
Kaz purred, the snow leopard's tail flicking as she gazed adoringly over the cheetah lazing beneath a baobab tree. The thick truck extended skywards, an old specimen that could still not hold a light to the sultry dominance of the feline beneath it. It may have been strange to find a snow leopard in the savannah, but her soft, grey coat, spotted with rosettes, at least kept her warm when the chill of the night hit. Her Stud cat liked curling up with her tail wrapped around him too. If she hadn't known that he would have hated to be called such, Kaz would have said that the cheetah was adorable, wrapped up in the fluff of her tail.
Rolling onto his back, Jasiri yawned widely, sharp teeth flashing as his tail swished through the short, dry grass. It had been a while since the last rainfall, though they were well-watered enough from their local watering hole and certainly well-fed from the many species flocking to any available water while the felines took at least some of their moisture from sinking their teeth into needy prey.
But the snow leopard wasn't interested in hunting at that moment as they languished in the shadow of the tree, his large, over-filled balls drawing her attention more than any scraggly antelope ever could have.
Purring warmly, the cheetah stretched out a front leg, back twisting as he arched into a better position for her to admire him, the very tip of his pink, barbed shaft poking from its softly furred sheath. It was a show that Kaz very much admired, need rising heatedly inside her as she groaned in the back of her throat. Why was he such a Stud? Just about everything the cheetah did seemed to make her squirm with need, wanting to rock her tail up and beg to be bred, to be covered and left with a womb full of virile seed.
"Wonderful," she murmured, eyes growing steadily hazier with lust for her partner. "So... So big and strong..."
But she wasn't talking about his muscles - at least not this time. Dipping her muzzle sensually, she lapped over those huge balls, much larger than any feral cheetah should have had the right to possess, grooming them with her raspy tongue. She could have spent all day there, lavishing attention on his furry orbs as they grew moist beneath her tongue. Purring warmly, Jasiri wriggled on his back, tail flicking back and forth to stir up a little dust as the feline tried to hide her moans, desire growing with every passing second.
"Your tongue is a delight as always, kitty..."
The cheetah's voice rolled over her, thick and gravelly, and Kaz shuddered, lapping more fervently as more and more of his shaft pushed from the soft fold of his sheath. Plumping out the sheath to its full size, his large, barbed cock grew to its full size, the weight of it pressing down into his own stomach as he squirmed pleasurably on his back, allowing his pet kitten the best access with which to please him. After all, if he wanted to make it difficult for her, he had far more interesting ways to show his dominance as her Stud, after all.
"Take it all, little kitty..."
She knew what that meant and stepped over him, locking her lips around the tip of his shaft the best she could with how her feline jaw was designed. He preferred her pussy to her muzzle, but there was a delight to be taken by the rasp of her tongue over his cock, teasing and tasting the barbs as if each and every one was a great pleasure to her senses. Mewling softly, Kaz bobbed her muzzle, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, even though the main portion of her attention was on just what her tongue could do for him. There was not much in the way of sucking that a strictly feline muzzle could do, but the tongue more than made up for that in oh so many ways.
Yet she raised her own need too, hips rising and falling as she imagined the strong, virile cheetah mounting her, gripping in front of her hind legs as his back rounded, filling her with that oversized shaft. She knew just how good it felt each and every time to be fucked so full and stretched beyond what she'd thought her natural limit should have been, a bellyful of cum her reward for pleasing her Stud with everything she had in her to give.
Oh, but it was his cum that she needed. One would have said that she was a great fan of it, how the viscous evidence of his virility slipped over her tongue and drooled out the corners of her lips when she wasn't quite able to gulp it down in time. Being such a large cheetah, those heavy balls had a lot to give every time he ejaculated and Kaz groaned around his length as she pulled back, lathering every inch with adoring attention from her tongue as he wriggled pleasurably.
"Good girl, kitten..."
Flushed with pleasure, Kaz flicked her fluffy tail happily and nuzzled into his warm, softly musky balls. The scent of him, his maleness, was strongest there and she buried her muzzle between them, inhaling deeply as she lapped warmly over every inch she could reach, pushing them out of the way with her nose to find the underside that would have otherwise been neglected. And she couldn't let such fat, heavy Stud-nuts go neglected when she was around to devote her attention to him!
Lashing her tongue lovingly over his orbs, she moaned and rounded her back, imagining yet again that he was over her, feeding that delicious cum into her pussy. It was shocking to feel the need thrumming through her, desire for that Stud-cat seed growing by the second as she mewled and desperately lapped his balls. They seemed to grow larger still under her attention, but just licking them like a snow leopard in heat would not get what she needed from them.
