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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Jerome whimpered, snorting heavily, his nostrils damp with breath as he grunted, chest heaving, needing to catch his breath. The taste of his stallion father's cum lingered heavy and thick in his mouth, as much as he lapped his tongue around and around, though the big gag in there weighed on his tongue. It may have been a standard snaffle, but the stallion had been dressed up in such a delicate bridle that it appeared laughable light on his bay muzzle, forelock tenderly tugged through the space above the browband.
He should have been more embarrassed than he was turned on, kneeling on the floor of the bedroom waiting for his father, Daddy Dom, to come back for him. He'd already drained his father's nuts three times that day and yet the big stud stallion kept right on coming back for more. Jerome was even muscling up a tiny bit from all the extra work he was getting, though his father made sure that any workouts he sent his adult son out to do were done with either a butt plug or a vibrating egg wedged up under his tail. Which one his slutty son got depending on how "good" he'd been for his father.
And Jerome must have been very good to have been ordered to dress in a pink and black corset that showed off the hue of his dark brown fur coat nicely, his black mane spilling luxuriously down the back of his neck. Sure, he was still a little bit sweaty and the panties that Daddy Dom had had him wear were stained with pre-cum, suitably frilly and girly and not at all something that he had chosen for himself.
His collar had one word on it and that was "filly", though his father had taunted him (or tempted him, depending on how one looked at it) with the notion of getting another one, an even more permanent mark of his submission. Jerome did not want to admit, not even to himself, how hard that made his cock.
Pre-cum stained the front of the matching panties, the frills lightly touched with sweat, though that was by the by as his father took his time showering off. In the shower, the larger stallion groaned deep in the back of his throat as he tipped his head back, allowing the water to stream over his muzzle, down his neck, around the muscle of his chest. He was a little bulkier than he had been when he'd started fucking his boi-toy, but, well, who could blame him? A stallion's urges could not be satisfied every moment of every day, considering his son had other obligations in life and his studies too, off at the local college, so lifting iron and working his muscles had some benefits. He still had a slight muscle-gut though, not one for cutting sharp abdominals into his frame at all.
He towelled off his mane and tail, not minding much of the rest of his coat, as he stepped from the shower, a smirk already on his grey lips where the bay of his coat faded to grey skin. Jerome... Who could have known that things between them would have been so good? It was not a conventional relationship, for it had to be some kind of relationship between them, but it was what worked for them. Even then, his cock could not remain soft, sliding half-hard from the soft fold of luscious flesh at his sheath, plumping up thick and full, a stallion-cock to be proud of in more ways than one.
Yet a dick like that sorely needed a hole to fill and Dom smirked as he paced back into the adjoining bedroom, tossing the towel inside. Right there was his pretty little filly, waiting to be that very hole that needed to be filled, all dolled up for him. The bridle was in the way, but Dom didn't announce anything even as a throaty nicker of need broke his lips. In a moment, his fingers were on the buckles, sliding the throatlatch and the tight noseband loose, popping the bridle off over Jerome's head. Yet his son did not have a chance to work the tightness from his jaw, the fat length of his father's dick begging attention.
It was all intention that Jerome was all too eager to give, however, lips parting willing for that throbbing length, though not even he could have anticipated the heavy slam of it. His father wasn't messing around, bearing over him, pinning his son's body back against the bed as he knelt there, leaving no escape. Not that Jerome wanted to go anywhere anyway, not even as his eyes bulged, hacking and gagging as his father's cock rammed down his throat. The lack of a gag reflex in equines was more readily received than ever as the bay stallion's eyes watering, gulping around him as the bulge in his throat grew.
"Unff... Yes..."
Dom did not need to ask permission for what had already been granted between them, holding onto his son's head, twisting his fingers roughly into his mane, for leverage. The fingers of his other paw curled dominantly around his collar, tipping his head up at just the right angle for maximum through, though it was not needed.
Things that were not needed, however, were sometimes the most luxurious to take. Every thrust of his hips sent a shudder through Jerome, gulping down what air he could between thrusts, even though he breathed through his nostrils. It was hard still, so very hard, his tongue not even needed as his father roughly and crudely fucked his muzzle with everything he had in him and more.
Jerome was there, along for the ride, stroke after stroke sending that thickly throbbing length of meat down his throat, stretching it out, forcing his body to submit even as Jerome struggled to keep up. Moisture trickled down his face merely from the strain of it all, whimpering mutely around his father's dick, trying to tongue the length the best he could. But not even he could have anticipated such savagery as his cock throbbed up through his panties, the tip pushing past the waistline to make itself known. As if he was going to cum from the rough treatment alone, Jerome moaned and moaned, his cock drooling, creamy pre-cum rolling messily down his length, dripping to his panties and staining both the fur of his legs and the carpet.
