Not Quite Stealthy

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 all stories.

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"Mmmph..."

Jake grunted into the stallion's mouth, head swimming pleasantly. Michael, the big, Warmblood horse, leaned back on the beach as waves crashed on the shore and the wolf anthro slipped into his lap.

There were others around, even though it was one of those adult only beaches where youngsters under eighteen were not allowed, which at least put them at ease for, well, playing around a little. Light petting behind the big sunshade, which was propped up on the white sand, however, turned into heavier, more lustful kissing, wet sounds rising from where their lips connected.

Jake grunted, the wolf's tail wagging faintly, although he didn't know what to do about everything, as quickly as it was happening. He knew nothing about the stallion -- not besides his name! They'd met there and hung out for a little, but that had all mostly been lying stretched out on the sand, soaking up the rays, rather than any meaningful conversation being passed between them.

Even if they had delved into conversation too, after all, they would still not know each other as well as they should to be grasping parts of their anatomy just like that!

"Mmph, Michael," he groaned, breaking the kiss wetly and sliding to the side, though moving away from the aching length of horse meat bearing up at him through the stallion's swim trunks was a torture in itself. "We can't... There are too many other furs around!"

Michael, however, only grinned, ears twitching as his tail swished across the sand. There'd been a couple of beach towels laid out on the sand, but they were all rumpled and scrunched up, allowing sand to spill into their folds. Lust sure was messy, even if the "mess" that time was getting grains of sand stuck in their fur.

"Mm, it's okay," he murmured, nibbling teasingly on Jake's ear. "No one's watching us. We'll just move the big umbrella a bit, there's our bags of stuff too."

Jake whined, too easily swayed. He just wanted the horse's cock inside him -- in any way. Was that too much to ask? It had been a long time since his blood had sung that hotly for another but he couldn't hold himself back. It was just too easy for him to let the stallion grope him through his own pair of shorts, squeezing his shaft.

Jake grunted. He was always going to go along with it, however, for he wanted it as much as the stallion did.

He allowed himself to be drawn back further under the umbrella, though the hand shoved down his shorts made it hard to think, only vaguely glad that he had managed to kick one of their bags, weakly, so it made it harder to see them back there. Of course, they were altogether still too open, far too exposed there, though neither anthro was thinking all that clearly at that moment. They were never meant to be thinking clearly, not as lust got the better of them, two guys who knew exactly what they wanted and, one way or another, were determined to get it.

The big stallion flicked his ears, a little abashed by his actions, though Michael was not all that shy, not really. It was just something new for him too, to be so caught up in his actions that his skin prickled with an overindulgence of sensation.

He cocked his leg up, so it bent at the knee and blocked them, groping and squeezing the wolf's cock as he slid his hand down inside Jake's shorts. The wolf whined and thrust up against him, scrambling in the sand, although both were exactly where they wanted to be.

He left the wolf's cock, however, tucked inside his shorts and groped his ass instead. When Jake grunted and rocked his backside back to him, Michael knew he'd hit exactly the right spot.

It was all as it needed to be, moment by moment, and the wolf rolled on to his front for Michael, letting him tug his shorts down. It meant they could both, more or less, remain clothed, and the stallion nickered throatily as he angled them so the umbrella would definitely cover his ass.

From most angles, of course. But not all angles.

They weren't thinking about that, however, Jake's heart hammering viciously in his chest. He was too hot, his fur too fluffy on his body, but he wanted the stallion's cock too badly to slow down. There was no lube, of course, but they could take it slowly and the equine's shaft was not of a monstrous size at the very least. Saying that, however, horses often came well-hung and with nicely sizeable shafts that would leave one sore in the morning.

He grunted as the stallion bore over, like they were just goofing off. Jake's shorts were tugged down only enough to expose his tail and his anal pucker, though the equine was quick to take advantage of it.

"Unff..."

"Ah, you gotta be...mmm...quiet."

Michael telling Jake to be quieter wasn't going to help him in the slightest and the wolf dug his fingers into the soft sand, although it didn't really give him anything at all to grip on to. Still, he had to try as his pucker was stretched, patiently, wider and wider around the soft flare of the horse's shaft.

It was a thing of beauty to take a cock like that, though the horse needed to go extra slowly when they were together like that, without anything to slicken the way. Michael just needed to wait for the wolf's backside to open up around him, stretching slowly, just like it would have done normally, if they had taken more time still to ready one another.

Yet Michael ground in with a heady grunt, swallowing it the best he could. Quiet, yes... He tried to keep the thought in mind, even though the stallion was, more often than not, a rather vocal lover, so it was out of keeping with him. The tight grip of the wolf's ass felt like it was sucking him in, simply begging him to grind in deeper and deeper, need rising.

Who could have known that he would be even more desperate for the wolf the more he was inside him, drawing back slightly to grind in again slowly in a deeper thrust. His cock ached powerfully, throbbing within Jake, yet neither wolf nor stallion wanted to pause.

Jake whined as Michael tried to twist, all to make sure his trunks weren't slipping down too far, although there was only so much to be done there. He let his tail hang as loosely as it was able over his rump instead, just so he could have some semblance of modesty and cover himself up.

In the later part of the day, other anthros left the beach while he slowly fucked the wolf, relishing in every drag back of his cock and the resulting, grinding thrust that came in the moments after. Michael clenched his jaw until it ached, a muscle jumping right at the corner of it, though he just about managed to restrain himself, against all the odds.

He just had to be slow, had to make it look like they weren't really having sex on the beach. That was easy, right? There couldn't be anything all that difficult about any of that, surely?

The stallion, however, overestimated his capabilities as Jake rocked back under him, digging his paws down into the sand so he could buck back up. The wolf simply couldn't help himself, laughing aloud, however breathless it was. He used his paws for leverage and arched his lower back, tail pushed out of the way, all so he could get every inch of that delicious cock he craved deeply up into his backside, everything he craved and more.

Michael grunted behind him and Jake's heart surged. He loved having that effect on someone else, even though he didn't know Michael, not yet, as well as he wanted to. But all that could come in time, he was sure, if things went beyond a quick fling. The equine had most certainly got him out of his shell a little, nearly balls-deep in him right there on the beach.

Voices rose nearby and Jake nearly creamed himself right there on the spot. To be so exposed, strangely, was exhilarating and he huffed, trying to shove his hips back even as the stallion used the weight of his body, a little more muscular, to pin him down.

"Unff... Close...er..."

Jake didn't know if that meant the stallion was imminently cumming, but perhaps the situation was getting to him as much as it was turning Jake on. That was alright, though Jake didn't know how on earth he was going to get his tail back up the beach and through the dunes to the car with cum running down his legs. Did stallions always cum like a fire hose? He didn't know -- but he wanted to know.

Michael sped up, gripping the wolf's hip as a light slap of his hips on the wolf's buttocks rose to fill the air. The need to be discreet slipped away as if it had never been, though the stallion's lips quivered, wanting to cry out. Others passed by, shadows through the umbrella, though no one stopped.

Yet the two behind the beach shade could not have known the sidelong looks they were getting, that they were not being as discreet as they thought they were, despite everything. Truthfully, other anthros were clearly the near vicinity because of what they were doing -- some heading home to take care of their own amorous activities and needs. They knew it shouldn't be done on a beach like that, though it was hardly as if the horse and the wolf were the first ones ever to succumb to such carnal desires.

Still, the wolf's ears flicked and his cheeks burned, knowing there were eyes on some part of him, even if they could not see him. That was enough and he clasped his own paw around his muzzle as he let out a muffled howl, hips juddering frantically as orgasm overcame him.

As Jake rocked through his own helpless orgasm, the stallion grunted, awkward thrusts speeding up. He had to lean far over the wolf, as if he was forcibly holding him down, to plough into him, though his shorts slipped a little more. His flare swelled within the wolf's hot hole, raking wantonly over the inner walls of his anal passage. There was only one way things between them could end and the clenching pull of Jake's backside around his aching member was simply more than the stallion could take.

"Mmph!"

He swallowed a blistering neigh as he spent himself, thrusting deep and staying there. He merely allowed the wolf's ass to milk his cock every drop of seed as he spent his load, enjoying the moment and the wash of waves coming more softly on the shore. The sun was sinking lower in the sky and the tide was going out, while sea birds called noisily from the cliffs at the end of the beach.

"Ugh..."

A voice muttered from behind them, though the horse didn't pay them much mind at first. It was hard to be concerned when he was caught in the delirium of orgasm.

"They couldn't have waited until the car?"

The voices faded, murmuring their disapproval, yet the stallion could not find it in himself to care as he rested over the wolf, his tail idly flagging. He'd forgotten to keep it draped over his rump in the end.

"Busted..."

Jake blushed and hid his face, although no harm would come to them from not being quite as stealthy as they could have been. On the beach, no one knew them -- and once they'd got back up to their respective cars, well, things would be as before.

Except for the new number in Jake's phone and a promise to meet up again soon. Only time would tell what happened, or not, between them -- but the wolf and the stallion were more than down for the ride.