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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Breaking in the New Stable Boy
Pulley's prelude
You slam the bale of straw down to the ground with a grunt, tail flicking as sweat darkens your coat across your shoulder blades. Hauling straw is hard work, back breaking work, but it is work suited to a stallion rippling with muscle. It is work for you and it does you well.
Snorting, you wipe sweat from your brow, throat aching for a drink that you have not had in too long. Yet your sheath tingles and you know with a self-satisfied nicker that you will not be sating that thirst right away, but a very different need instead.
That's what studs do, after all. You toss your head, mane falling to the other side of your neck. You need to be taken care of and you know exactly who may be willing to lend a helping paw.
For, in the break room of the stable yard, you are sure to find an eager partner in the form of the new lad, yet to experience the thrill of your pulsing shaft under his tail.
He's been waiting for you for too long already.
Your shaft pushes out of its sheath and you roll your shoulders, stomping down the front row of stables with determination in your stride.
Someone needs to sow their oats.
Raiyoku's prelude
Cradling a cup of coffee between two paws, you sigh and look down to your boots. After only a morning of working on the new stable yard - new to you, at least - your legs ache fiercely, a deep burn that you're sure a bath will not have the substance to ease away.
You shake your head, casting your eyes around the little break room, which is set at the end of the block of stables. It is threadbare and chilly, containing only the scant minimum needed to classify it as a space for staff to relax. Your lips twist. You thought working on a stable yard would be different to this. Very different. More...exciting.
A noise catches your attention, hooves clip-clopping closer and closer. Your heart surges and the front of your jeans tents out in a bulge, your desire for him uncontainable. The sound shouldn't arouse such a reaction, but you can't help but think that your luck just might be on its way to changing.
Maybe you'll get every inch you crave under your tail after all...
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Pulley snorted, the stallion brushing off the dirt from his paws as he pulled his sweat-soaked shirt away from his back, yanking it over his head to be tossed onto a square of straw. He rolled his shoulders with a grunt, trying and failing to work out the strain of the morning. His bay coat gleamed with good health under the noonday sun and he brushed his forelock away from his white face, nostrils quivering as he answered one of the four-legged equines in the stable block with a whinny. Giggling to himself, he flicked his tail and strode at a brisk clip-clop down the yard. He did find himself funny sometimes, but it was difficult to not fall back on barely buried instincts when there were other horses around.
But rich, dark coffee called too and would not be ignored.
Making his way down the line of stables as if he owned the place, Pulley clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and stepped into the office at the end of the row, ears relaxed. A space where staff could relax - as if there was time for that with all the work to be done - it was sparsely furnished with the familiar, rickety old furniture and a creaky desk that looked like it belonged on the bonfire. He pricked his ears, eyes bright. Yet, as familiar and reassuring as the scene was, not all was the same, not by far. There was a new addition to the scene.
A green dragon, rarely seen in the rolling hills of his part of the world, twisted his paws in front of his stomach, a pair of black horns curving back smoothly from his skull. He jumped when the stallion entered, eyes wide as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Stifling a smirk, Pulley raised an eyebrow as the reptile squirmed, tail twisting around his ankles.
"Hi!" He squeaked, shifting from hind paw to paw as he collected and cradled a cup of coffee between both paws as if for something to do. "I'm new... You probably haven't seen me around. Hi. Did I say that already?"
He stuck out his paw, tail curling sinuously back and forth as some of the stiffness fell from his shoulders.
"I'm Raiyoku."
Pulley grinned and shook the offered paw, clasping it in such a firm grip that the physically smaller dragon was nearly pulled straight off his feet.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Pulley."