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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Stallion Lust
Simmer the stallion grunted as he worked, his hide glistening with sweat, patched with brown and white. He was not a paint horse, however, of the Native American breeding, but a crossbreed with draft blood in him, standing tall and proud - so tall, in fact, that his ears quite often brushed the doorways when he entered or exited a room. With that, a pile of silken feather flowed down both of his legs, pooling on the ground as if he was not a stallion that spent all that much time on his hooves.
However, that would not be true. He was a hard worker, Simmer, but his job was not usually in the barn, hefting hay bales and working with tools, sweating up and grunting in the back of his throat as he put his heart and soul into his work. His lips were ever so slightly pink, a white mask encompassing his muzzle and cutting back sharply just behind his eyes, although only one of his eyes was a soft, natural brown while the other shone blue even in a face that may have well enough have been prone to two lighter eyes. But that didn't matter to Simmer. What mattered was that he was the main attraction at the barn for all the right reasons and he wasn't about to back off from the set he'd put together and the scene he was intent on playing out, all for the lusts of others.
Well... It was hardly as if any normal horse, even if they were of the nudist persuasion, would spend their time working in a barn completely buck naked, now was it? Simmer smirked to himself, the hairs on the back of his proudly arched neck prickling as he leaned forward into his work, straining and groaning as if it took far more effort than it actually did to... Well, actually, Simmer didn't really know what he was trying to do with the pitchfork, only that it made his muscles bulge and his much in demand ego inflate all the more. His muscles seemed to push out of his skin, mane falling beautifully down his neck as he snorted too and raised his tail, although it would be the last time that day that he lifted his tail for anything more than simply the fine art of showing off.
He knew, after all, that he was being watched and every movement he made, however small, would be lusted after. Simmer just couldn't wait to see who had been the highest bidder for his latest scene and luxurious erotic experience...
And those very furs waiting outside the otherwise simple and gloomy barn, peering through a crack in the door that the stable mistress had made sure was deliberately left there, just so a little extra voyeuristic pleasure could be taken advantage of whenever the moment presented itself. A tiger and a wolf (although he would be quick enough to correct anyone, saying that he was actually a werewolf, who made that mistake) hovered outside, wringing their paws together in a mixture of anticipation, nerves bundled up with longing for everything the stud of a breeding stallion inside the staged barn had to offer.
The werewolf seemed to hunker down into himself but it was merely the set of his body, tongue lolling out wantonly as he tipped forward towards the door as if he wanted to push himself through the solid wood. His sheath plumped out with the tip of a pink shaft, tapered to a point, but he doubted that he would get to use it, his body covered in a thick fluff of brown fur, the differing shades blending into one another in the beauty of his winter coat, which was still yet to properly shed. Chen shivered, although it was not from the cold by any means. He'd need it gone soon too for all the fun he planned on having in the warmer weather.
"Jeez," Chen breathed, the werewolf's brown tail lightly wagging, simply unable to contain himself. "Have you seen..."
The tiger chuckled, eyes alight and tail lashing gently back and forth as if he was, even then, preparing to pounce. But it would have been a cute kind of pounce and not the ferocious, life-ending kind, a bundle of blue-grey fur striped through with darker slices of blue. He was not wearing any clothes either but his fur was thick enough even then to keep the chill of winter from his skin, muscles warming him with a layer that was very nearly as good as fat itself.
"Yeah, of course!"
But the tiger, Matthias, was not referring to something obtuse or trying to put on a front for some strange reason, but simply because he was near enough drooling over the cock of the stallion, out on show in the barn. They had not been told that he would be naked too but it made everything all the more lustful, riling them up even as they hovered behind the door, watching and waiting and enjoying the little thrill the anticipation of diving in brought to their souls.
That was what the stable owner's kind of stable yard was all about, after all: satisfying deep pleasure and soothing satisfaction. For there was so much going on in the world, at least at that time, that a break from reality seemed very much needed for many furs - least of all the heavily furred werewolf, his body seemingly hidden by his thick, brown and black, fluff, and the muscled tiger, both on the prowl for some fun. But there would be no manner of predator and prey dominance when it came to the meat-eaters in the equation when the stallion was the one, very clearly, with the largest cock and most powerful demeanour of them all.
"Is it just us?" Matthias breathed, eyes fixed on the bobbing length of mottled pink and grey horse-cock, the tip even already gleaming with the faintest, most tantalising hint of pre-cum. "Should we just...go in already?"
"Yeah, there was a tiger who was going to come too but I think he got tied up somewhere," Chen said, although Matthias would not be able to discern just what the smirk in his eyes meant until later on that count. "Lucky for us, isn't it?"
The tiger shivered, the playful flick and twist to his tail twisting as it rippled down the entire length of his body.
