Tricking The Stallions

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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Margit huffed as she jogged through the park, clad only in a yellow pair of sports shorts and a like-coloured crop top. After all, the blue tigress wanted to be comfortable, enjoying the slap of her bare hind paws as they connected with the dirt path in the park. It was not one of the running routes that was used most frequently in the park and she had the place mostly to herself with only a couple of other runners, like her, off in the distance.

"Hmm..."

She let out a humming breath as she increased the length of her stride, letting herself enjoy the moment and the breeze tickling her blue-striped fur. Her hair was left loose, floating behind her and bouncing off her upper back and shoulders, though she could have tied it up for her run. Margit just rather liked the feel of it brushing around her ears and the back of her neck, though would tie it out of the way if she ever got really sweaty.

That day, however, was a cool, spring day and the perfect kind of weather for running as she passed under the silvery branches of the birch trees, fresh buds lining the slimmer branches in preparation for warmer weather. Some of the coniferous trees were closer to her path and had needles strewn across the route, though they, of course, did not lose their green garb in the winter months.

She liked those, ears pricking as she passed beneath them. Yet Margit didn't like the shadows that moved out from behind those trees, larger, heavier anthros moving after her.

"That's not good..."

The tigress scowled and looked back, though the stallions hid quickly, even if there was nothing that could fully obscure their bodies there in near-public. The trees simply were not old enough and thick enough around, yet the bay and black equine anthros peered out at her with salacious leers.

She kept going, but it was no surprise to the femfur that they kept right on after her. Their hooves dug into the earth with every stride and she caught her breath, a flutter of concern jumping in her chest. But Margit was wily and savvy to creatures like that -- the kind that didn't want to press things with watchful eyes on them, although she still reckoned she could handle herself.

The equine anthros stalked her, keeping pace with her as their cocks swelled out of their sheaths, filling the front of their running shorts. They were barely wearing anything at all and the shape of their members pushing anxiously against their clothing betrayed the fact they were not wearing any underwear.

"Huh..." She muttered, though the rhythmic pounding of her hind paws on the ground covered up her working through her own understanding of the situation. "Alright, I see how to do this."

Stallions, after all, were not known for their stamina, even if they had some pretty impressive cum shots -- and could go again reasonably quickly. That was something Margit could use to her advantage.

So, she took a chance and slowed, though she stayed in the middle of the path, the bright sunshine cast down around her and shining through the thinner ends of her fur. The horses, thinking she'd tired, exchanged wicked grins.

"Hey, thought a pretty thing like you might like some fun," the bay equine crooned, though there was a lecherous edge to his tone. "You don't have to run anymore."

Margit fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"Mm, just thought you boys might like a show," Margit shot back at them, though put on her best flirty grin. "You're the ones who don't have to run anymore. But you like very tired, dears... So, just enjoy the view."

Margit knew she was taking a risk, but it was a rather calculated one. The tigress' heart pounded as she gripped a breast. Even though it did nothing for her, she ran her paw slowly down her body anyway, for it was all about putting on a show and, of course, distracting the stallions.

And they were oh so very easy to distract; even the tiger had to admit that. She licked her lips, playing into the act, as they let their hefty cocks spring free from their shorts. The hot lengths may have been of interest to her under other circumstances -- but the tigress wasn't choosing them, not that time. They hadn't asked her or their permission, after all, and that was the problem in the matter. There was clearly no good intent in either of them.

So, the tigress pushed her shorts down, exposing herself to them. Her heart leapt at the thrill, the danger and the risk of what she was doing, although Margit committed to it. The black stallion shuddered and curled his upper lip back, sifting through her scent infiltrating the air, and she let her fingers graze the bare, soft lips of her pussy.

It was invigorating to expose herself in public like that and Margit leaned into how their hungry, devouring eyes on her felt. The tigress liked the exposure, the public nature of it, and her tail lashed back and forth.

"Mmm, that's it, boys, just keep your eyes on me, only on me..."

They fell for it: so simple. She had to fight down a wicked grin of her own as she growled in the back of her throat, watching them avidly watching her. Their eyes locked on to her, watching how her paw moved against her pussy, fingers sliding over her clit and then inside her. They weren't interested in her actually masturbating for her own pleasure, of course, but she knew how to play to an audience at least, which was exactly what was going to get her out of a rather sticky situation.

Margit moaned, putting on the act as her fingers eased into her lightly wet pussy, though that would swiftly dampen as she worked herself over. She was more interested, at that time, in seeing them jerking off crudely before her, the black stallion with a deliciously mottled pink and grey cock.

Mm, if you'd only tried to ask me out properly, she thought only ever so slightly wistfully. Maybe then things could have been different.

But that was okay too, even if that was not the best thing. She was merely manipulating the situation to best suit herself, grunting in the back of her throat, though the sound she made was a lighter one than the body-wracking grunts and groans the horses made. Their hands slid lustfully along the thick meat of their cocks, pulling the skin lightly along with them, and it was almost hypnotic how they jacked off. Their bodies ached, hips pumping lightly, and she ran her gaze over them each in turn dispassionately.

They were nice to look at... but there didn't seem to be all that much between their ears. That, at the very least, gave her some confidence in what she was doing, licking her lips and rocking her hips. She needed to give it all a moment, to let them sink into it, her fingers lewdly pushing up into her pussy and stretching out her own pussy.

"Mmm, that's it, baby, you can have a real stallion soon enough..."

She ignored them, merely focused on putting on a show as she masturbated, huffing a little as her breath rate increased. It was telling just how she was getting herself going and her arousal flowed a little more slickly around her fingers as she played with her body, tail flicking back and forth. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, there was no one around to bear witness to what Margit was doing and save her -- well, bar the stallions, of course. She wouldn't have minded having them gone and someone else, someone more respectful, watching her, but some things would not happen right then.

Margit groaned, licking her lips and pushing her hips forward, an arch in her lower back. Her tits rose lightly as she let her chest follow the motion, but it was not so much that anyone without a discerning eye would have paid her any attention. The stallions were far too hungry for her pussy, cocks throbbing as the flares thickened, desire coursing through them.

They muttered and grunted something between themselves, but the tigress had the equines right where she wanted them. Alls he had to do was push them over the edge, to get them there and groaning, losing control. Once they climaxed, they would be tired, drained from the force of an orgasm had over her.

At least, that was what Margit was going for as she licked the fingers of her free paw, grinding her other paw deep into her pussy. It was a tricky angle to masturbate from and the tiger would have much preferred lying on her bed with her hips angled up a little in the air, but she had to work with what she had there. Her thumb brushed her clit and she gave an involuntary moan of delight. That was delicious enough for her to press on, watching the black stallion's cock dripping slick pre-cum. It hung from his cock, connecting his dick to the ground in a long, wet string, but didn't break for several long moments.

The horses nickered and stomped, dark tails swishing, but they were not trying to hold back. They thought the tigress was playing into their game and receptive to their lecherous advances, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. With their hands sliding fervently up and down the pulsating lengths of their dicks, they lost control, fingers bumping over their medial rings and squeezing behind the flares.

Thickening suddenly, the flares heralded the release of their cum, both equines neighing and stomping, heads thrown back and hips thrust forward in exultant ecstasy. Margit watched, biting her lower lip as she let them orgasm, spilling their seed to be wasted into the ground. Some soaked straight into the soil and some pooled where the ground was harder, but she didn't care too much for the show the stallions were putting on too.

But she could take her own pleasure, rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand as she fingered herself. It was an easy, practised motion that spiked her desire, twisting her head back and forth as she let her orgasm rise. Yet it was to her own canniness and sensibility that she rose to the passionate moment, grinding into her paw as desire flooded her.

Orgasm hit her, but Margit couldn't allow it to claim her. That was just how she was different from the stallions as she orgasmed wantonly, her pussy squeezing her fingers even while her legs were in motion. The stallions bent over, one with their hand on their thigh, but Margit had to get going, all while the exhausted horses were panting and heaving, relishing in the aftermath of their explosive climaxes. Cum splattered the ground, where it hadn't soaked in, in a long, slick mark, heralding their climax. Yet the horses would not get another chance to get off with Margit, despite everything.

"See you, boys!"

She laughed at them, even as her pussy still tensed in the last ripples of climax, already in motion as she yanked her shorts up again to cover as much as she could. The tigress stepped out, extending her stride, pulling all the air she could into her lungs. On her way, she flung her body into a ground-covering run that wouldn't wear her out too quickly, but she already had a fair dose of adrenaline pumping through her system. The stallions shouted behind her, but they just didn't have the steadiness in them right after orgasm to catch up with her, even though they tried to stumble after her.

Margit grinned, thrilled she'd had such an effect them, even if she may well have wished it was under different circumstances. She'd have to try it again, perhaps, in a safer environment -- but the stallions who'd been stalking her wouldn't be bothering her again soon.

She laughed, a spring in her step, tugging her shorts up a little more, settling them back into place. After tricking them, the horses may have been more than a little disgruntled... She'd given them an orgasm out of it, however, so that was their problem to deal with.