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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Of Lust & Stallions
"Here's to good friends!"
A glass of ruby wine and fine scotch respectively clinked, though the glasses did not match. The glass was not a suitable shape for savouring the aroma and flavour of red wine, though there were not in a position to be choosy on the orbiting spaceship, locked into position as a temporary satellite on the planet under investigation. It still didn't have a name, but that was a fact that didn't concern either of the equines that shared one of the many cabins with one another.
BlackWing and Apollo had been cabin-mates for months, though the stallions could not have claimed to, as yet, know one another inside out. BlackWing boasted the most experience, a striking black stallion with a roached mane and pair of leathery wings that the tailors often complained about but he still found useful in zero gravity. His red eyes held many secrets, some of them that his cabin-mate knew. Apollo, on the other hoof, was a stallion who was more of an open book to all, his dappled blue coat seeming to glisten with an air of the exotic that drew in company as if he were a flame and the rest of the crew mere moths, dancing to his light. The unicorn horn set him apart, lightly curved in a soft, grey hue that begged the caress of a finger or lover's lips.
"What a backbreaker," Apollo muttered, pressing his paw over his eyes. "I never figured it would be so many hours up here. Moving through zero gravity is exhausting."
"It was a long day," BlackWing agreed with a groan, slumping back beside his friend onto the sofa that doubled as a bed when the lights turned down, signalling the crew that they were within designated sleeping hours. "But it's not a bad one when I have the pleasure of ending it with such company. You will find yourself acclimatising to how to move and conserve energy soon."
The black stallion smiled warmly and sipped his scotch, enjoying the shivering burn as it eased its way down his throat. It was not the best that could be found, but their job did afford some perks and a few vices, so many leagues from their home planet. And the lucrative work helped both of them provide for their futures while gaining valuable experience.
Sometimes, however, the company of others could find itself lacking when it came to lovers, though Apollo was a stallion dead set on changing BlackWing's mind on one particular nuance of lovemaking.
As if his mind was on a single track, Apollo's paw crept over the stallion's thigh, standard issue linen smoothing flat beneath his fingertips. BlackWing stiffened and cast the other stallion a look that said more than the tensing muscles in his body.
"Apollo..." He said slowly. "You know we've talked about this. I cannot... Mate, I simply don't enjoy what you are proposing, although it is, as ever, flattering."
The blue equine chuckled and savoured his wine, leaning in closer, breath warm on BlackWing's cheek. His demeanour betrayed that it was not his first glass, even if BlackWing was not to know. More for something to do rather than anything else, the black stallion nervously downed the rest of his scotch, the burn less favourable as it seared its way down his throat. Perhaps it was a cheaper bottle than he had originally thought. Everything was becoming fuzzy around the edges and it was hard to hold on to one thought before it slipped through his fingers.
"You know you want to try," Apollo murmured, lipping sweetly at his friend's neck. "It doesn't mean anything, nothing more than the closeness between us. I would never hurt you, BlackWing."
He mimicked BlackWing's way of talking, putting the stallion at ease as he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding the unflattering khaki down his thighs. That was where the tentative dance, flirtation, if one willed, usually ended, but something caused the adamantly heterosexual stallion to pause. It was a long enough pause for Apollo to make his move.
