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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It was the best place to be, down on his knees with the water lapping ever so softly and gently at the harbour wall. There may have been a fresh scent of fish in the air, being that it was an active harbour where small fishing vessels went out daily, many with lobster pots stacked high, but tucked away behind stacks of fishing implements and old rope underneath his knees, Andy knew that he was in the best of places. Nearby, the water swilled on the small harbour beach, a gull calling, though it was time for them to quiet down in the lure of a blue glow of evening, Andy taking his brother’s stallion cock down his throat.
“Easy there, bro… Don’t want to…ah…go too quickly…”
Barton shuddered, his hide glistening with sweat where his clothes did not cover it, for they were not all that well hidden where they were, his hips rocking, only his erection freed while his stallion nuts were hidden behind, the throbbing orbs that held so much potential within. He grunted, his dappled grey coat helping him blend in on the edge of nightfall over the harbour, the wall not far away, but enough to support a stallion like him, lean and lithe yet getting his rocks off in the best of ways.
His brother was a darker grey, a few years younger, both in their late twenties. When Andy was older, he would go a lighter shade of grey just like Barton, but his twitching ears would always be something that Barton loved and lusted for above all else. He could have had any other stallion or any other male, he was sure of it, or could have at least tried to date them, but he had always been drawn back to Andy again and again, even though none of it made no sense at all.
Those sweet lips, how Andy folded his tongue around and swept up the side of his cock, despite his mouth already being strained wide. Just how he did it was a mystery to Barton but the stud stallion was not about to complain, feeling stronger and more powerful than ever when his brother knelt before him. It was an act of submission that gave him gentle confidence and strength in his own domination, though it was all born from love between them, everything wound together, as always, with consent.
If brothers were not meant to fuck, perhaps they would not have been made to love each other so damn much…
It was better together, always, sharing more than they could have with any other partner, knowing each other inside out, though they had not been as close for many years. Maybe that was their attraction twisting them together, pushing them apart, grinding through what was “right” and “wrong”, as far as society and wider culture had anything to say about it. But they’d come through that, finding something that benefitted them both, though a liking and a passion for exhibitionism and risky situations, well… That had never truly gone away.
Andy sucked down his brother’s length of cock, his tongue just about managing to brush the medial ring, though it was hard to control his body in such a moment, whimpering, moaning, needing it all the more. Yet he had to expect his brother to draw him up slowly, kissing his lips, tongues tangling passionately, showing him that there was so much more to their illicit relationship than getting off and getting it on, what others may have thought of such a kinky coming together of their bodies.
No, Barton bent Andy over a crate, though they didn’t know what could have been contained within it, surely belonging to one of the boats that had been placed on the side of the harbour, out of use. It offered them some security as he laid back with nothing to support his head, pulling his legs up, balanced while his brother pulled down his trousers, exposing his erection and, most importantly, the pucker of his pony-hole.
They had to try to be quieter than ever as he thrust, grinding into Andy’s tail hole, thrusting deep, letting the natural pull of his brother’s body guide him, holding the stallion’s legs for balance. The dark grey horse snorted and nickered, trying to keep his mouth clamped shut, but that was not so much use when so much sound could come from his nostrils too. Barton chuckled shortly, eyes dancing with wicked glee. His brother’s cock throbbed, standing up from his crotch, the sheath velvety and delectable, so tempting that he could not help but close his paw around the base of it.
Andy squealed, eyes rolling, need rising. Oh, who could have known that one little touch was all that it could have taken? And he needed more, so much more, that need and passion coursing through him in such a way that he could not stop himself from thrusting, trying to buck his hips up and down to his brother at the same time. The body was beyond his control as the night closed in around them, voices drifting across the harbour from the other side where other boats were moored, but they were none of the equines’ concern.
They were there for each other and only each other as Barton thrust and thrust, spending his seed inside his brother’s tail hole a moment before Andy too rolled over the edge, dropping, freefalling, his cock jerking and throbbing as cum splattered everywhere. They should have been more careful but it was difficult to hold back at the lure of such pleasure, pushing on, cum flowing deeply up into Andy’s tail hole, slopping out messily around the length of Barton’s cock. It could have been cleaner too, but Barton couldn’t help himself from thrusting through ecstasy, grunting and snorting, ears twitching, eyes half-lidded.
The best place to be was buried in his submissive brother’s tail hole, the holiday stretching out before them, though he would, very shortly, have his rather sticky brother in his arms too, laughing at what they’d just done. They’d pushed all the limits and would have to dash back to their hotel room in the town, trying not to be seen with cum stains in suspect places, but it would all be fine in the end, because they were together.
“I love you, bro.”
Andy shivered.
“I love you too, hun.”
Their liaison, however, would only continue when they got back to the hotel room…