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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The mare forced him down, the wolf’s tongue pressed into her pussy, nose crushed against her sex, the scent of her enveloping him. Amethyst’s juices were already smeared over the wolf’s muzzle and yet that was hardly the half of it as he whimpered against her, every thrust down forcing his body to bend, to buckle, crouching over a giant dildo.
Of course, it was crammed up under his arse, though the lube only lasted for so long, his head trying to roll back, trying to relieve the pressure on his muzzle without going down any further.
So thick and so full… Razak’s head swam. It had been a while since the blue wolf had been treated to such a thing, head spinning, lust rising — but it was too big! No! He needed more time to warm-up to something like that, even as the mare over him bore down and down, forcing him to take slick inch after inch.
“Come on, pup, I know you can do it.”
Mistress Amethyst’s words may have been encouraging but he knew there was a smirk on the chestnut mare’s lips, knowing just what she was doing to him. It was cruel to give him a taste of her sweetness, which he had been denied for weeks upon weeks, and still force him to take a cock that he was not ready for?
How thick was it around? Bigger than his wrist and longer still, the colours splashed through with blue and gold, a giant horse-cock shaped dildo. It was soft silicone so that his pucker could clench and squeeze around it but that did not make it any easier as it wormed its way deeper and deeper, every inch hard won.
Still, the wolf could distract himself by digging his tongue into her pussy, swirling it around, seeking out her G-spot, though it was not as if it felt any different inside her, not to him. He could tease her clit by moving his head a little, just a little, but she was wise to that, angling her hips so that he could not pay her back in kind.
“I know your game, pup… Deeper.”
And she didn’t mean with his tongue. Whimpering, the strain in his anal passage growing as inches pushed deeper, he had to obey, had to do as she willed. Not only because it was what his mistress ordered him to do but because his thighs burned with the strain of trying to keep his body up where it was supposed to be, slowing his “fall” down onto the dildo. But he couldn’t keep that up forever, oh no, not when his legs ached so much, his muscles not trained for holding his body steady for so long. He’d thought crouching for her, beside the bed, would have been fun, or the prelude to the kind of fun that he better enjoyed, but Razak had never thought that his mistress would have been so wicked.
It was valentine’s day, after all…but if it was for him it was for her too, and that was just why she took advantage of him so.
“Your cock gives you away, slut. Look.”
He didn’t need to look, whining and whimpering even as he slurped up into her, trying to concentrate on the flow of her juices over his tongue. The wolf’s tongue flickered up against her G-spot and the mare above him shuddered, allowing him to bear down on that pleasurable patch of nerves. Yes, he had to be a good boy, a good pup, think only of her pleasure.
“Mmm…”
He could not deny what she already knew, the humiliating throb of his bare cock rising to attention. Although it was thick and fleshy, it seemed lightly discoloured, for he had not been allowed to orgasm for so long. Months maybe? Oh, he couldn’t remember but it most certainly had been the previous year. His shaft looked a little different when it had been kept inside his sheath for so long, the chastity device one that allowed him to urinate but not for his entire cock to slip out.
That was just the way his mistress liked him: needy. It was one word, but it was a powerful word, a word that he lusted for as much as he yearned for her sometimes. There was no holding back such a thing as he grunted and whimpered into her sex, her breath catching, thighs tightening on his head, grabbing at the wall for support.
Yet it was entirely her prerogative to take him while she was stretching him out, bearing him down and down inch by inch on the dildo, leaving her pup with no idea of how much of that long, thick length there was to go. As the mare climaxed loudly, nostrils quivering in a whinny, she ground and humped against his muzzle, using him as nothing more than a living sex toy, his muzzle soaked in her juices. There was nothing else for him, not in that moment, not ever, taking delight in the present as he lapped deeply up into her, his tongue swirling and curling, savouring her essence.
Though Amethyst would not be dissuaded from what she wanted from him so easily, a little thrust of her hips getting him down another inch, the hot breath of his gasp washing over her pussy.
“Stead there, pup, just a little more…”
It was big enough for his guts to twist, feeling as if they were clenching, but there was no going back for him now that he had gone that far. With a whimper, he flexed his muscles a tiny notch, the bend in his legs so that he had to be close to the ground. Maybe she was right. A little more and he would be done all the way and then his mistress would be proud of him.
He had to try.
Razak grunted thickly, the dildo powering up deep into him as his anal ring stretched to its widest extent yet, taking the thicker base of the equine cock, though it was flared there to lock into an O-ring: it wouldn’t slip entirely inside. The sense of fullness swamped his mind, grunting and panting, his mistress drawing back enough to allow him to lap over her pussy and clit, cleaning off the folds of her sex and her inner thighs where the short fur there had become soaked with her essence.
“See, not so hard then. Well, some things are hard.”
Giggling, she bent over, brushing the length of his cock with just the tip of one finger, the wolf trembling. Oh, it was too much, too much sensation after spending so long denied, but he could not help it, could not help it, not even then. Pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock but such pleasure was not due to him not even then, the mare helping him up — or rather demanding that he get up, forced down over the bed onto all fours.
Dimly, through a haze of submission, he was aware of her slipping into a harness that fitted snugly around her hips and thighs, pressing up close to him, fiddling with the base of the toy. Yet he only realised just what was happening when she rolled her hips, the huge dildo moving with her, his eyes rolling back.
“Mmmph…”
“Quiet, pup.”
He was not bound that time but that was only because his mistress had entrusted him with being a good boy, a good pup for her — and he had to come through on that for her. All that mattered to a submissive like him right then and there was being a good pup, whimpering and whining, sealing back all the cries he could as the mattress bowed lightly under the weight of his body. At the perfect height for her to thrust, her hips lining up well, he bore through it, the long, deep strokes of that huge cock powering through him, finding the dominance in his mistress where it flowed to the surface so very easily.
Still, he was so tight, so very tight, that cock stretching him to his limit, his eyes half-closed, chin tucking down. He had to bear through it in any way possible, cock aching, but he didn’t know how to, not after spending so long denied. There didn’t seem to be any way out of it, anything that he could do in a moment like that, grunting and whining, his lips quivering with the raw urge to send forth his cries in any way that he could. He tucked his head down, the thicker fluff around the back of his neck more pronounced than ever, but that was all par for the course in taking such a huge cock, feeling the stretch, the strain of his body striving so badly to take it all.
She let him get used to it, but only for a minute. There was no more than that, surely, that her pup needed, right? Amethyst smirked, a curl of her forelock falling across her eyes, though she was not set to stop, fingers digging into his hips, drawing him back, lust rising with every stroke of that cock into him. She may not have had anything on that harness to tease her clit as she thrust, but the dominance and power did it for her in a way that no orgasm ever could.
Dominating, after all, was something quite different from merely getting off.
He took every thrust like a pro, needy grunts and whines bursting from his lips with every stroke. He could have begged her to tease his cock, but he felt that his pleasure was coming whether he felt himself ready for it or not, pressing up over his prostate, pleasing him, teasing it forth. All it would take would be the lightest of touches to see his seed spilling forth from where it already beaded, gasping and grunting, eyes closed against the force of her.
“Easy there, pup… Come on…”
She coaxed him on and he leaned heavily into her touch, sweating with his muscles aching as if he had been doing something that required a lot more exertion than mere sex. But that was what it was meant to be as he swallowed a howl, the rise of tangible ecstasy pulsing within him. It was too much, too much to bear, but he couldn’t let it out without her help, the mare’s paw drifting, almost casually, to grip and stroke his cock.
He howled, breaking, pushing through, ropes of cum spilling forth onto the bed, soaking the sheets where they landed. And yet he could not care for any drop of the mess, even though he knew well enough that he would be cleaning it up later. That was not for him to worry about, not at all, though his tongue would most likely be used to scoop up any that lingered without soaking in. There was no thought in his mind other than pleasure as it wracked him, hips trying to buck and judder back to her, both at the same time.
It was up to Mistress Amethyst to hold him in place, to guide him through the thrusting throbs of his orgasm, the wolf’s body not knowing what to do in the heat of a moment like that. Yet such pleasure was coming through whether he had been prepared for it or not, the tension of being restricted for so many months coming to a head all at once. He grunted and whimpered and tried to howl again but he couldn’t get his head back far enough to really put his full throat into it, eyelids fluttering, hardly present in the moment other than what pleasure tickled through.
Dimly, he was aware of her paw on him, pushing him through the last drops of climax, his cock too tender for her touch and yet being forced to bear through it anyway. For that was the want and the whim of a mistress like her, his hips grinding back to her despite the deep stretch already of the dildo pounding him full.
Eventually, he could take it no longer, slumping down to the bed, his back end hefted up by the dildo rammed deep, her hips keeping his there, the blue fluff of his tail wagging back and forth faintly. Yet there were no words set to leap to his muzzle as his tongue tied and tangled around them, delirious in the aftermath of passion, exhaustion washing over him.
The mare chuckled.
“Too much for you, pup?”
One round may have been done and that may well have been all the use she’d get out of her submissive wolf-pup that night, though that was quite alright. Valentine’s Day was for such fun, after all, and she drew the cock out of him slowly, so very slowly, letting his backside release it until, finally, his anal ring stretched and gaped, devoid of any shaft to hold it wide.
He grunted, her smile softening her eyes.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, pup.”
Razak, however, would have to say the same to her when he came back to his senses. Mistress Amethyst considered, head tilting to the side, eyes drifting to the whips on the wall.
Maybe a quick smack of the cane would bring him back to the waking world? She laughed softly, shaking her head.
Only in the world that they shared, together, would that work. They were lucky that they had each other, for more and that kind of fun.
Always and forever.