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 stories.
Maddie moaned, the bunny leaning back in the arms of the big, black bull, his horns gleaming as if they were freshly waxed. She faced the camera, which seemed to have been positioned high in the corner of the living room, bounced up and down on a cock that even on its own should have been far, far too much for a pussy as small and as tight as hers. Her mouth hung open in orgasmic delight, though the bunny was so far gone as her auburn hair bounced around her shoulders that it was impossible to say whether she was having one orgasm or many orgasms. In the end, as long as she was enjoying herself with Vaughn, Ninnin didn’t care.
The racoon watched the TV, the late-night only solitary for a little while before Maddie got home, but he was going to enjoy himself in the meantime, watching his lovely, slutty bunny-wife get fucked and bred. By a cock, nonetheless, that should have split her in two! Yet how much cock she could take was legendary and Ninnin was not about to pass up the opportunity to partake in some of the best moments of the whole show and recording. It was why he had the expensive video equipment sent over and set up — by Cody, of course. The equine student at the local college, quite prestigious, in fact, was surely proving himself to be a great help…
Sitting back with a glass of whisky that would have been from the top shelf, if it had been in the bar (he’d actually had it imported in), Ninnin smiled, the racoon’s tail flicking contentedly back and forth. Not much, only a twitch, though a lot of furries forgot how much racoons communicated with their tails too, even if their little signals were different. But what his tail was saying right then, with its loose, relaxed, happy swing, was that all was right with Ninnin’s little corner of the world.
He watched, almost forgetting his drink, though it would be there once again when he wanted it, eyes fixed on the screen, his wife’s moans filling the room. The surround sound system made it seem as if she was right there in the room with him, his shaft hardening, thickening under his black trousers. He hadn’t changed after work, not yet, but that could wait, the buttons of his shirt popped loose at the collar while he took in the show.
Maddie moaned, bouncing on Vaughn’s cock like fleshlight, the huge bulge in her abdomen impossible to miss. It was almost as if it had been added as a CGI effect, something that could not possibly be real, yet Ninnin knew with a flush of pride that it was most certainly his wife. And she could take and do anything she wanted to, even as the bull grunted and slammed up into her, treating her like a plaything. The collar that he had encouraged Maddie to pack and try out with him helped rather a lot with that image, though he wondered if she would find it enticing enough to take with her to more dalliances. If she enjoyed it, it was all fine by him.
He tipped in a little closer to the screen, even though it was more than large enough, hungry to see the swell of her lower belly as she was pumped full of seed. God, those huge, hung studs could really cum, the young frat boys finding their feet in college. They just seemed to cum and cum and cum with no end in sight, seed slopping and practically spraying out of the join between their bodies as he almost tried to inflate the bunny.
Maddie groaned, her head and long, flopping ears falling back against him, though the bull had his arms around her, one locked around her waist and the other paw grasping a breast, though everyone knew that Maddie’s whole body was the main event there. The only thing that could have made that moment visually more appealing to Ninnin would have been seeing some of the crudest, lewdest things that Maddie liked written on her scrawled across her fur in marker at that moment. Alas, there didn’t seem to have been a moment with Vaughn for her to encourage him to do that, but there was, in that case, only one of the bull and one of the bunny.