Frisky Frotting

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Thank you for reading! This is a preview of a collection of five mini stories focusing around frotting.

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1316524

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Contents

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1. Grinding in the Garage

2. Frotting the Fox

3. Masturbating with a Mate

4. Hard-on for a Hare

5. Creaming against the Coyote

6. Other stories by this author

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Grinding in the Garage

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"Unff... Are you... Are you really sure we should be doing this?"

The German Shepherd anthro groaned as he fell back against the side of his car, the scent of oil and grease and other things that, frankly, he could not name filled his nose. His head was spinning too much and Archer had never really had all that much of an interest in cars and the mechanics of how they worked. The closest he got to that was identifying cars and stuff when working security at a big industrial complex, but being in a garage was only something that happened when he had to take his own car into the shop for MOT.

It had passed the MOT, of course, but that had only been due to the hand of the studly stallion who seemed to loom above him, a smirk on his lips showing a flash of white teeth in the gritty shadows of the garage. The automotive shop was quiet, no one else there but them, a light buzzing over the customer area where a desk and a register were set up, to take money.

"Yeah..." Stan, the horse, grunted back, his overalls open, revealing the grey coat underneath, the aching spill of his shaft pushing up against Archer's. "There's no one here, pup, relax. Let me take good care of you..."

Archer's head spun, but the canine couldn't quite understand just how he'd gotten there. He'd just been picking his car up, paid his bill, flirted a little and then the horse had been up against him, humping and grinding, and, well... The horse had been hot, he wasn't going to lie! Maybe Archer should have been a little more careful about just where he wagged his tail, though the German Shepherd was more than happy with how he had ended up.

Stan groaned as he leaned into him, the hard length of pink, throbbing horse cock grinding over the canine's. Archer moaned aloud, his tongue hanging out, though Stan was too quick to capture his lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving deep and swirling lusciously around his as if he was trying to pull the dog into him. Yet there was nothing else at all that Archer could focus on other than the slide of a cock that was easily twice the length of his up and over his smooth shaft.

"Unff... Fuck..."

He could barely talk through the kiss, but, still, the dog clung to the equine as if he was an anchor in a storm that he had not realised he was in the midst of, though unwilling to get out of. He arched his back and thrust, grinding with his hips, the tapered length of his aching prick sliding up against the horse's. He could even feel the outline of the medial ring as it pressed over him, though Stan did not seem at all interested in anything more than the pleasant push and grind of one cock against the other. Not that that bothered Archer either, for more was surely coming too as his ears slanted out softly to either side of his head, tongue lolling forth, soaking in sensation.

Even then...what more could a dog like him possibly have wanted? That thick cock grinding up against his made him want to thrust and thrust, hungering for everything far more than he could ever have imagined, breath catching and hitching in his throat. His chest was tight, yet all in a way that Archer was more than easily able to push through, clinging to the horse's arms as he was pinned back up against a car. It was not his car, of course not, but it ceased to matter in the heat of the moment as his cock throbbed and drooled, pre-cum slopping down his cock and mixing with that of the horse's as if there was really no difference between the two.

"Unff... Come on now..."

Stan's lips moved against the dog's as he drew him, once again, into a deep kiss, their tongues pressing up wantonly against one another's, lapping and teasing, deepening that sense of heat between them. He grunted, pressing into the equine, though there was nowhere really for him to go, not even then, the horse's much larger cock plumping up at the head as it flared up thicker and fuller than ever before. Stan was close, so close that there was nothing that either could do to stop the encroach of the storm, the heady drool of thick pre-cum pouring down the equine's throbbing member pumping up too swiftly to be stopped.

Not that they cared, not as their hot lengths pumped up against one another, Archer's head falling back as he allowed himself to be pinned. Climax took them, very nearly, at the same time, though it was the dominating, powerful whinny of the stallion that cut through the air, claiming all attention. Archer snatched up the horse's lips hungrily in his, lips parting to allow the stallion's tongue into his mouth, though there was no telling just who was in control at that moment, not as orgasm took the German Shepherd too.

Waves of pleasure rolled through him, though Archer was very much not in control of how he rocked and ground and pumped his hips, spilling his seed all over Stan's, dripping down his cock and even his lower abdomen too. The pump of the stallion's cock and orgasm, however, well...that was something special indeed. It spouted off like a hose, pump after pump of even thicker, even creamier cum, splattering Archer's stomach, staining his clothes. A few errant spurts even reached up to his chest, though he'd later try to convince himself that it wasn't really cum stains that he found there the next time he went to do laundry.

The moment was everything that it needed to be, curling through hotly in the pit of his stomach. The canine slumped back, though Stan's hands on him, one on his hip and the other at his shoulder, kept him steady. The thick flare of the stallion's cock pumped and drooled, easily overruling Archer's, but the canine did not mind either way.

In frotting lust, sometimes the moment was not all about the orgasm, who came the first or the hardest, after all that...

And he would leave the garage with a certain horse's number in his pocket too!

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Thank you for reading! This is a preview of a collection of five mini stories focusing around frotting.

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1316524

Commissio: https://commiss.io/listings/N5wm

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Frotting the Fox

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The fox moaned, flat on his back on the bed, hands bound up high above his head. It didn't matter where his hands were, not really, not when there was nothing at all that he could do to get them down to his cock. Not that Orrin wasn't hard and turned on enough as it was, his cock with the knot at the base already half inflated, though the red fox had not been allowed to cum, not yet.

Maybe it wasn't for him to decide, he thought as he looked up at his bull partner, the black bull's tongue flicking out against the side of his muzzle. Maybe that was why he had had to submit to a prey animal, even if bulls and foxes were not all that often at one another's necks. Ron, however, was everything that the fox was not, big and blocky and bulky, his body heavily muscled in a sense that it all came easily to him.

"You don't need to cum yet, do you?"

Orrin murmured and shook his head, his pink tongue trying to flick out, but he might as well have been gagged for all the good it did him. Ron grinned, though the bull's breath came with greater effort than usual, his black chest glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat. His cock throbbed, aching up against Orrin's, though the fox had been teased and edged for hours already - or what felt like hours to the vulpine.

That wasn't what Orrin was there for, after all, grunting, groaning, trying not to yelp or yip, not to show Ron just how much of an effect he was having on him. His cock ached and drooled, though it felt like he had been tied up there, legs kicking weakly and tail flicking, for much longer than he had. Time seemed to lose all meaning when he was grunting in need, biting his lip, the metallic rush of hot blood filling his mouth. That was not all that bad for a fox, but it was bad enough for him to moan through it as Ron ground against him.

It was the first time that night that the bull had done that to him, grinding their dicks together even as Orrin helplessly tried to hump up against him. The fox knew that it wasn't going to get him anywhere, though he still tried to do it, needing it, craving it, panting heavily as he parted his lips in a moan all over again. Licking the blood from his lips, for it was not much, he whined and relished in the sensation of having a throbbing, hot length of fuck meat pressed to his.

"Oh, yes... Ron... Fuck..."

The bull's eyes glittered. Sometimes, Orrin could barely believe that Ron was as wicked as he was, truly. The bull had so many tricks up his sleeve that it was unbelievable.

"What?" He tilted his head and grey horns, eyes dancing with glee. "You didn't think that you were getting off today, did you?"

Orrin squirmed. Yes, he had hoped that, but the thought of being denied only made his cock drool even more, as if he well and truly was not in control of his body. That was why it was the bull, using his cock as if he was nothing more than a masturbatory aid to him, that took control. Every hump and grind of those powerful hips brought the little fox, who seemed so much smaller than him in that moment, closer to an orgasm that was never his to take.

"Unnff... Please..."

He didn't want to beg, really, he didn't, but it simply was as if there was not anything else that he could do. He was there to stay, the rope cutting into his wrists, though his fur would do more than enough to protect him, for the time that he would be tied up there.

His cock pulsed and the fox swore that he felt every throb of lustful blood coursing through it, arousal keeping him hard, keeping him aching. And yet he still felt in excruciating detail just how the bull's dick slid up against him, pumping and pushing, seemingly finding more pleasure in that than grinding into the plushness of his rump.

But it didn't matter, not a single bit of it, not when all the vulpine was there for was to obey, to serve, to be an object of desire for his loving partner - at least within the limits of their scene. No more than that was needed, not even then, allowing him to slip away, languishing in the feel of Ron's dick aching and pulsing, slick pre-cum drooling onto his hot length.

"Ah... Fuck..."

The fox smirked. At least Orrin could still enjoy that tingle of delight. He could still make the bull lose control even when he was tied up - and if that wasn't a compliment then Orrin didn't know what was. Ron huffed and panted, his fleshy nostrils flaring - and then orgasm was upon him, spilling his hot, creamy load of seed over the fox's cock and crotch.

Still, Orrin knew that he was not allowed to cum, not even as that hot length of meat ground up against his pole, sliding back and forth, allowing his need to mount and mount. The high would not be realised, not that night, not even as he whined and whimpered, though there was a part of Orrin's pounding heart that loved that too. Maybe it was what he had needed all along, but, frankly, Orrin didn't care.

He was where he needed to be, with the bull's seed dripping over his cock, as if to lubricate him for more. Even when that more wasn't going to come, quite literally, he was ready for it, his tail trying to wag where it was pinned under his backside, whining throatily, eyes wide and plaintive, doing his best to beg even while his words were stolen from him. Ron's nose dipped to his, nuzzling into his cheek and lower to his neck, but Orrin merely squirmed, grinding against the bull's shaft even as he spent his load.

Being frotted was one thing. Being denied was another.

And Orrin wouldn't have had it any other way.

Thank you for reading! This is a preview of a collection of five mini stories focusing around frotting.

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It could have been just another night out for Mikey and Stan, but Mikey should have been smart enough to know that his dragon partner had something up his sleeve for him. Stan's smirk tells all, after all, but there's more to the tale than that as the dragon anthros head to the gig that they've been waiting to see.

Backed into the bathroom stalls, however, Mikey finds his body stripped of his clothes, hide revealed, his tail whipping back and forth as first his dominant partner and then every other dragon anthro who has grounded in after them prepares to dump a hyper load into him. Every hole is up for grabs, as long as every churning load swells his belly out more and more, inflating him bigger, rounder, straining against the stalls of the very bathroom that he has been pinned within.

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