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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Mina huffed and grunted as she jogged around the mansion, the tall walls even higher than her at eighty-feet-tall -- well, ninety if one took into account her horns too. Some did, some didn't: it didn't really bother the minotaur girl. Her muscular, fit frame ate up the ground with a long stride and the afternoon breeze tickled over her bare skin, where it was revealed.
She did, however, wear clothing that time. Something about terrifying others when she ran out through the Wolfenhammer complex, though she appreciated the convenience of running around the mansion, the walls encompassing it with a mostly circular path between the dwelling and the exterior walls. It was rhythmic to hear her hooves connecting with the hard path, the snorting grunts of her breath, her chestnut hair bobbing behind her in a ponytail. She'd tried the style more often since living with her little blonde friend.
She'd tried a lot of new things since living with her, on Wolfenhammer's planet, but she would never give up her love of exercise. Whereas she had lifted rocks and even larger boulders, big even for her, when she had been living in the portal worlds, sometimes pulled to the cow girl meadow and other times "home" in a rolling series of hills, having gym equipment there vastly helped too. It may have been a simple want and need for her, but Mina had learned those needs, perhaps, were the most important of all.
However, the mare girl was still learning about the minotauress as she watched, looking out one of the mansion windows as she watched the fellow monster girl run. She was hypnotising to watch and Rhonwen's pale-gold ears twitched as she followed Mina's path along a series of windows in the upstairs corridor. There were a few levels to the mansion, yet she didn't feel she'd explored every corner of the place yet. Going out on her own wasn't something Rhonwen was used to, usually sticking close to her herd, even if she wasn't in the thick of the action.
Mina, however... She wore some very unusual clothing that didn't see at all suited for running. Not that Rhonwen was all that well-versed in such things, as she didn't usually wear clothing when she was back in her home world. The rolling plains pulled at her heart and she shook herself, missing home even while she was struck by the nagging feeling that she was finding a new home there.
The minotauress was evidently drenched in sweat, her skin glistening with it. Yet her tightly fitted hot pants barely covered the muscular curve of her ass, a close-fitting sports bra barely keeping her large bosom in check.
In fact, Rhonwen had no idea, truly, just how the sports bra was keeping Mina's breasts held back, for the rise of them showed over the top, even though it seemed to be quite a large size for the minotaur's frame. The monster girl's breasts were often free, whenever Mina could handle it, but the mare girl had heard the minotauress appraising more sportswear arriving in the mail for her. With the sales from her milk and all that gained the team at the mansion, she more than paid her way there.
Sometimes, Rhonwen wondered if she was going to ask to pay her way there. She didn't mind staying as a guest, as it was a lot better for her than being harassed in the plains by portal divers, but Nussa couldn't keep them safe there forever. With them not being allowed to take tinies as gifts or snacks, they had to be fed, every single day. That had to cost money in the Wolfenhammer world.
Yet she was distracted once again as the minotauress paced out of sight and Rhonwen whipped out of the corridor, darting into the room she'd temporarily claimed as her own on the other side of the corridor. It was hard to follow Mina's path all the way around the mansion, unless she was running with her, but Rhonwen very much doubted she'd be able to keep up.
She peered out of the window of her room anxiously, though there were a few artefacts in there that showed the room was "hers," even if only for a time. Her art equipment and supplies were on a desk in there, with a comfortable chair, though mare girls didn't make a habit of keeping personal possessions like that. Often nomadic, they moved and set up home with the shift in the seasons, though they didn't have extreme seasons in her world, which Rhonwen was grateful for.
