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.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Sid hissed through his teeth, back arching, wanting his son inside him all the more. The golden palomino stallion may have let himself go a little bit in middle-age and later, but, well, at the very least he had a son who was the spitting image of him in his younger days to show him what he had been. His muscles bulged - those belonging to Maverick, that was - as he pushed over his father, his cock thrusting the dock of his tail out of the way.
His son was a stud, smooth and powerful, reminding him of himself, yet Sid had never wanted to submit to anyone before. It had taken huge life changes for him to accept that he wanted to be with guys and an even bigger, taboo change in him to admit that he lusted for his adult son. He groaned out loud, grinding back, on all fours on the edge of the bed, though he did not feel as stable as he could have been with his hooves kicked out over the edge. Yet it was the best position for his son to fuck him in, a hard length of stallion-meat pressed up to the tight bud of his tail hole.
"You ready, dad?"
His son mocked him lightly, knowing that his father wanted his meat more than anything else, the marriage bed that Sid had once shared with Maverick's mother far less than pure. Yet it was the perfect stage for Maverick to bear in, letting the slow slide of his hips and his weight press open that tight hole as had been done so many times over already. It was a movement and a glide that they knew intimately, though Maverick's ears flicked still when his father's moans rose and rose.
Such passion between studs was to be revered, not hidden away, his fingers curling around Sid's shoulder, drawing him back onto his cock. He didn't want to do all the work, after all, grunting thickly, tail lashing the air, knowing that his dad's tight hole too was something to be savoured. That did not stop him from tipping his weight forward, just a little, thrusting and grinding, demanding that the other stallion take every last inch, deep and up past the medial ring.
"Ohhh..."