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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"Now, now... Keep on doing that and you'll make me think that you don't like me, Apollo. Don't you like me?"
Slicka chuckled, the bay and white paint mare bending forward, pressing her arms together around her tits to force them into a tantalising faux cleavage. The rise of her tits would have been hard to ignore at the best of times but, out in the stable, fresh with the scent of the newly cut grass that was in them, her nipples perked up hard and ready, the little, pert buds drawing the dark stallion's eyes down and down. And Apollo too could not help but follow the line down her stomach to her crotch where the feeldoe toy was, the double-ended toy of sorts promising pleasure where he was not sure his mind could take any more.
Slicka's pleasure, after all, was a very different kind to what he was used to.
Apollo rolled his head as she drew him forward, the bit in his mouth clanking uncomfortably against his teeth -- not that he was in any position to complain, of course. She was going to get what she wanted from him and, well, his hard length of horse-meat was hardly going to drag him away from her at any time. With his paws bound behind his back too with coarse, barn rope, he was at her mercy for what he craved so, even if he could have escaped her presence at the very least.
Winking, the paint mare's tail flicked, casting her sweet aroma around the barn, softly lit with the glow of sunset cast through the windows and open doors at the far end. There was no one there to disturb him, even if Apollo could not have possibly fathomed just how she had gotten the whole place to herself. It didn't matter though, not as long as they both got what they needed from the kinkily devout liaison, Slicka murring and licking her lips as she gently guided both him and his achingly hard length of fuck-meat back onto a bale of straw. A small square, it was too low for him and he bent his legs to sit more comfortably even as she nickered and bobbed her head, laughing lightly at him, however gentle her amusement was.
What did she want? He chewed the bit, mumbling and trying to form words to no avail, ears twitching. And yet he was helpless there, paws clenching and closing, fingernails biting into the palms of them, wanting to direct things and yet deliciously forced into the submissive position. What made it even worse, however, as the straw scratched his most intimate of regions, was the cock ring clamped around the base of his shaft, too tight to allow release and yet making him thrust and grunt and groan, striving instinctively for it even though he knew then that it was not yet for him to take for his own.
Ah, but Slicka had plans, sliding the feminine part of the feeldoe deeper up into her sex, the smooth, purple silicone warming to the heat of her body. Panting lightly, she eyed up the treat of a stallion before her, but Apollo seemed like he was going to need a little more direction than initially expected to get up and into the position that she wanted. Snorting, she pushed at his legs but the lust-struck stallion just wasn't getting it, hooves scraping over the concrete of the barn floor. On his back on top of the bale of straw, she needed him to kick his legs up, to expose that sweet hole of his -- but there was some direction, of course, that could be had there too!
"Take your legs back there, handsome, c'mon now... Wouldn't want to leave a lady-mare hanging now, would you?"
Of course, it was Apollo who had been teased and left hanging but he was not in any kind of trussed-up position to say that, merely snorting and doing as she willed, cock throbbing. It was sad, in a way, just how far he was guided by his length but, well, once he'd started he wanted to see where things would go -- and surely orgasm was looming, right? She wouldn't leave him wanting forever...or would she?
No, Slicka wasn't that sort of mare but she wasn't going to let him know either way as she presented the tip of the feeldoe to his tail hole, pushing his leg back, although she didn't have the strength in her to bear both back to his chest. It wasn't likely, poor soul, that the stallion was that flexible, after all, although that was most certainly something that she could improve, if the bondage-lover was to hang about in her stable for any length of time.
