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.