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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"Mmmph..."
Jake grunted into the stallion's mouth, head swimming pleasantly. Michael, the big, Warmblood horse, leaned back on the beach as waves crashed on the shore and the wolf anthro slipped into his lap.
There were others around, even though it was one of those adult only beaches where youngsters under eighteen were not allowed, which at least put them at ease for, well, playing around a little. Light petting behind the big sunshade, which was propped up on the white sand, however, turned into heavier, more lustful kissing, wet sounds rising from where their lips connected.
Jake grunted, the wolf's tail wagging faintly, although he didn't know what to do about everything, as quickly as it was happening. He knew nothing about the stallion -- not besides his name! They'd met there and hung out for a little, but that had all mostly been lying stretched out on the sand, soaking up the rays, rather than any meaningful conversation being passed between them.
Even if they had delved into conversation too, after all, they would still not know each other as well as they should to be grasping parts of their anatomy just like that!
"Mmph, Michael," he groaned, breaking the kiss wetly and sliding to the side, though moving away from the aching length of horse meat bearing up at him through the stallion's swim trunks was a torture in itself. "We can't... There are too many other furs around!"
Michael, however, only grinned, ears twitching as his tail swished across the sand. There'd been a couple of beach towels laid out on the sand, but they were all rumpled and scrunched up, allowing sand to spill into their folds. Lust sure was messy, even if the "mess" that time was getting grains of sand stuck in their fur.
"Mm, it's okay," he murmured, nibbling teasingly on Jake's ear. "No one's watching us. We'll just move the big umbrella a bit, there's our bags of stuff too."
Jake whined, too easily swayed. He just wanted the horse's cock inside him -- in any way. Was that too much to ask? It had been a long time since his blood had sung that hotly for another but he couldn't hold himself back. It was just too easy for him to let the stallion grope him through his own pair of shorts, squeezing his shaft.
Jake grunted. He was always going to go along with it, however, for he wanted it as much as the stallion did.
He allowed himself to be drawn back further under the umbrella, though the hand shoved down his shorts made it hard to think, only vaguely glad that he had managed to kick one of their bags, weakly, so it made it harder to see them back there. Of course, they were altogether still too open, far too exposed there, though neither anthro was thinking all that clearly at that moment. They were never meant to be thinking clearly, not as lust got the better of them, two guys who knew exactly what they wanted and, one way or another, were determined to get it.
The big stallion flicked his ears, a little abashed by his actions, though Michael was not all that shy, not really. It was just something new for him too, to be so caught up in his actions that his skin prickled with an overindulgence of sensation.
