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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The mare forced him down, the wolf's tongue pressed into her pussy, nose crushed against her sex, the scent of her enveloping him. Amethyst's juices were already smeared over the wolf's muzzle and yet that was hardly the half of it as he whimpered against her, every thrust down forcing his body to bend, to buckle, crouching over a giant dildo.
Of course, it was crammed up under his arse, though the lube only lasted for so long, his head trying to roll back, trying to relieve the pressure on his muzzle without going down any further.
So thick and so full... Razak's head swam. It had been a while since the blue wolf had been treated to such a thing, head spinning, lust rising -- but it was too big! No! He needed more time to warm-up to something like that, even as the mare over him bore down and down, forcing him to take slick inch after inch.
"Come on, pup, I know you can do it."
Mistress Amethyst's words may have been encouraging but he knew there was a smirk on the chestnut mare's lips, knowing just what she was doing to him. It was cruel to give him a taste of her sweetness, which he had been denied for weeks upon weeks, and still force him to take a cock that he was not ready for?
How thick was it around? Bigger than his wrist and longer still, the colours splashed through with blue and gold, a giant horse-cock shaped dildo. It was soft silicone so that his pucker could clench and squeeze around it but that did not make it any easier as it wormed its way deeper and deeper, every inch hard won.
Still, the wolf could distract himself by digging his tongue into her pussy, swirling it around, seeking out her G-spot, though it was not as if it felt any different inside her, not to him. He could tease her clit by moving his head a little, just a little, but she was wise to that, angling her hips so that he could not pay her back in kind.
"I know your game, pup... Deeper."
And she didn't mean with his tongue. Whimpering, the strain in his anal passage growing as inches pushed deeper, he had to obey, had to do as she willed. Not only because it was what his mistress ordered him to do but because his thighs burned with the strain of trying to keep his body up where it was supposed to be, slowing his "fall" down onto the dildo. But he couldn't keep that up forever, oh no, not when his legs ached so much, his muscles not trained for holding his body steady for so long. He'd thought crouching for her, beside the bed, would have been fun, or the prelude to the kind of fun that he better enjoyed, but Razak had never thought that his mistress would have been so wicked.
It was valentine's day, after all...but if it was for him it was for her too, and that was just why she took advantage of him so.
"Your cock gives you away, slut. Look."
He didn't need to look, whining and whimpering even as he slurped up into her, trying to concentrate on the flow of her juices over his tongue. The wolf's tongue flickered up against her G-spot and the mare above him shuddered, allowing him to bear down on that pleasurable patch of nerves. Yes, he had to be a good boy, a good pup, think only of her pleasure.
"Mmm..."
He could not deny what she already knew, the humiliating throb of his bare cock rising to attention. Although it was thick and fleshy, it seemed lightly discoloured, for he had not been allowed to orgasm for so long. Months maybe? Oh, he couldn't remember but it most certainly had been the previous year. His shaft looked a little different when it had been kept inside his sheath for so long, the chastity device one that allowed him to urinate but not for his entire cock to slip out.
That was just the way his mistress liked him: needy. It was one word, but it was a powerful word, a word that he lusted for as much as he yearned for her sometimes. There was no holding back such a thing as he grunted and whimpered into her sex, her breath catching, thighs tightening on his head, grabbing at the wall for support.
Yet it was entirely her prerogative to take him while she was stretching him out, bearing him down and down inch by inch on the dildo, leaving her pup with no idea of how much of that long, thick length there was to go. As the mare climaxed loudly, nostrils quivering in a whinny, she ground and humped against his muzzle, using him as nothing more than a living sex toy, his muzzle soaked in her juices. There was nothing else for him, not in that moment, not ever, taking delight in the present as he lapped deeply up into her, his tongue swirling and curling, savouring her essence.
Though Amethyst would not be dissuaded from what she wanted from him so easily, a little thrust of her hips getting him down another inch, the hot breath of his gasp washing over her pussy.
"Stead there, pup, just a little more..."
It was big enough for his guts to twist, feeling as if they were clenching, but there was no going back for him now that he had gone that far. With a whimper, he flexed his muscles a tiny notch, the bend in his legs so that he had to be close to the ground. Maybe she was right. A little more and he would be done all the way and then his mistress would be proud of him.
He had to try.
Razak grunted thickly, the dildo powering up deep into him as his anal ring stretched to its widest extent yet, taking the thicker base of the equine cock, though it was flared there to lock into an O-ring: it wouldn't slip entirely inside. The sense of fullness swamped his mind, grunting and panting, his mistress drawing back enough to allow him to lap over her pussy and clit, cleaning off the folds of her sex and her inner thighs where the short fur there had become soaked with her essence.
