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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Outdoor Pursuits
Cool and quiet, the stable yard was perfect for going for a ride on that calm summer afternoon. The chestnut stallion fur, Jason, trotted energetically across the yard, hooves clattering noisily against the paved surface outside the block of stables; he was feeling exceptionally good that day. He did love the faint warmth of the sunshine upon his fur - it seemed to shine so rarely in this country and the pleasant, light rays were far better than any scorching heat wave, in his opinion.
He bounded over to one stable where a broodmare stood with her head drooping over the door; sadly, this mare had given birth to a stillborn foal a few weeks ago. Jason had taken it upon himself to give her special attention after the devastating event and the white-grey mare was growing quite plump with the number of treats he supplied her with. Due to her previous unsuccessful pregnancies, the boss had decided not to put her in foal again and train her for the conformation classes of the shows instead. This meant that Jason was the one to receive the rare honour of taking her out for regular exercise.
"Hey there, beautiful," he cooed softly, rubbing the horse's nose with the flat of his paw. "What do you say you and me go out for a ride, hm?"
"I thought you'd never ask," a teasing voice came from within the stable.
Jason jumped back, staring at the mare in shock for a brief moment before doubling over in laughter and thumping his fist against the stable door, startling the mare.
"Daren! You pest, you scared me!"
The black stallion poked his head comically over the black painted half-door and grinned with apparent pleasure at his small practical joke. For a second, with only his head protruding above the door, he almost looked like a non-anthro stallion, if not for the wicked grin spread across his muzzle.
Jason couldn't begrudge him the joke - he had to admit that he had practically set himself up for that one, talking to the horses as he always did. He smiled and shook his head good naturedly, instead leaning against the wall of the stable block as Daren let himself out and then came up close, nuzzling into his neck affectionately. Jason wouldn't have thought very much of this, maybe just pushed the playful joker of a stallion off him, but Daren pressed his lips to Jason's in an unexpectedly lustful and passionate kiss.
"Daren?" Jason whispered frantically, feeling his back pressed up against the cool stable wall. "What are you thinking? There's others on the yard! It's not just us here this time!"
"Shush," Daren breathed and slipped his paws underneath Jason's thin shirt, slowly pulling it up to expose his defined abdominal muscles to the cool air. "I want you. Now."
The shrill ring of the alarm clock was obnoxiously loud. Jason sat bolt upright in bed and half threw the sheets off his naked fur in his urgency to slam a fist down on the clock, knocking off the banshee shriek. Blearily, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and then eyed the clock, seeing with not an undue pang of annoyance that it was only six.
Daren must have set it, he grumbled inwardly, falling back on the bed and yanking the sheets snugly under his muzzle. He had no reason to get up so early...and he was having such a good dream...
He blushed hard, remembering the dream in vivid detail - it was as if he and Daren had been really standing in the stable yard, the scene had been so lucid. The black stallion and he had become extremely close over the last couple of weeks, staying in the boss' house next to the yard while she was away. After Jason had caught Daren stimulating himself with a dildo shaped like a stallion's member, things had become extremely heated between them and they had become casual mates in a reasonably short period of time. Jason sighed, his thoughts still upon the dream.
"Aww...hell..." He groaned, rolling over and hugging a pillow tightly to his muzzle. "That dream was too good to wake up from... Maybe I can slip back into... SHIT!"
In a split second, Jason had ripped the sheets off again and hurled them away, where they landed in a disorderly heap upon the carpet. But Jason didn't care - he was out the door, grabbing his jeans as he went and yanking them roughly up his legs while he was moving.
"Damn, damn, damn!" He cursed. "How could I forget?"
What he had forgotten was the fact that today was the day that the boss would be returning, so everything on the yard had to be absolutely perfect with everything looking immaculate. It was likely that Daren had roused himself from bed much earlier to start on the yard and feed the horses, but had not wished to wake Jason up when he left.
Glancing out the window as he rushed past, he saw with a stab of guilt that Daren was indeed already on the yard, fully dressed and carrying a precariously leaning tower of feed buckets to the stallions' stable block. It looked like he was on the last row, Jason thought guiltily, dashing out the door to join Daren as quickly as he could. Daren turned slowly, his ears swivelling and picking up Jason's hoof steps, but tried to carefully balance the unsteady buckets that he was grimly holding on to.