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Pegging the Stallion

by AmethystMare on Nov 18, 2019
NonHuman

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. **** "Now, now... Keep on doing that and you'll make me...

The Mistress' Dog

by AmethystMare on Nov 25, 2017
NonHuman

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. ***** The Mistress' Dog Fuzimir had a decided skip in...

The Cowboy

by wyvernwand on Sep 3, 2017
First Time

He was tall, just a tad over 6ft 2inches. He was broad across the shoulders and weighed 105 kg. With a mop of dark hair always falling over his eyes he had just turned 19 years of age. His darker features were a combination of an ancestral Cherokee infusion in the family tree. Which was not surprising as the family history harked back to the settler days...

Consuelo's Revelation

by Subtext on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

As Consuelo sat down on the toilet that morning, she put one hand under her massive belly for support and the other down between her legs. She rubbed at her well-bearded crotch and accidentally slipped a finger into her gaping hole. The downward pressure of her unborn child was beginning to push her apart, but she continued to rub until a torrent of acrid ur...

The Stable Wolf

by AmethystMare on Apr 24, 2019
Fetish

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. **** The Stable Wolf The werewolf squirmed in his bond...

The Colt, The Filly, And The Stalli

by marla_gillis on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Mistress Marla loves horses. She was sometimes called mare, a female horse, and the idea of coupling with a stallion of her own makes her wet and juicy. Mistress Mare is the boss mare of her stable. She decided to examine the horses in her own stable, wondering what she is in the mood for today. She goes out for a stroll to eye the prospects. Mistress has...

Mother Dear Pt. 09

by keptsissy on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

"I love this place, baby boy. Every time we dine here I think back to that one fateful dinner, the dinner where this all began. The dinner after I came to your home unannounced innocently enough, wanting to take you out to eat only to find you dressed like a girl and on your knees doing what we bad girls do, delightful." She winks at me over her wine glas...

The Riding Lesson

by Marcoma on Jan 1, 2019
BDSM

The rider's legs were aching. He had been standing in the stirrups for nearly forty minutes. The owner would not stop the horse; he carried on guiding it in a figure of eight around the riding hall. The rider tried to lean back again. His hips and knees were strapped firmly in place. His wrists were lashed to the saddle horn. He could not avoid the dildo t...

Morena and the Matriarch Ch. 01

by eidetic on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

*** A Futuristic Adventure – with some Gratuitous Sex and Violence, of course *** Note: voting and comments aren't mandatory, but they are very, very useful in letting me know how I'm doing and how I can improve. Thanks... Chapter 1 A Rancher, a Procurer and The Matriarch – Post-apocalyptic Problems Morena had a problem. Production was falling off. A...

Fall From Grace Ch. 2

by Anais Dahl on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Dawn rose over the convent and Catherine was late to rise but this morning, no one took notice. There was much to do, work to be done. Catherine slipped on her plain cotton shift and tied an apron around her chest and waist. She swept back her long silky locks of hair into a quick bun and gathered up her chore basket. Tuesdays were always the same at the con...