this one was made on a whim, on a discord i'm in we where talking about taurs. though i rather like it. I might end up animating it.

The wind carried the scent of cedar and blood across the mountain pass, but Suki Tomoe breathed in only one thing, the thick, musky heat that had been building in her for days, clouding her discipline, demanding she answer the ancient call. Her massive tauric body, part warrior, part wolf, moved with predatory grace over the young samurai who had challenged her at the shrine gate. He had been brave, she would give him that. His katana work was sharp, his footwork precise, and his eyes, those dark, burning eyes, had shown no fear even as she swept his legs and pinned him to the earth with the weight of her lower half. He lay beneath her now, chest heaving, his broken sword scattered in the dust, staring up at the gray-furred underbelly of the creature who had bested him.

She did not speak. Words were for diplomats and court ladies. Instead, she lowered her hindquarters, the heat radiating from her swollen canine sex as she pressed it firmly against the hardened bulge. A low, rumbling growl escaped her chest, half warning, half invitation, as she ground herself against him, feeling him twitch and stiffen beneath the rough friction of her fur and the slick heat of her need. His hands instinctively gripped her powerful forelegs. She felt his pulse quicken, his breath catch, and she bared her fangs in something between a smile and a snarl.

When she finally shifted her weight and took him inside, the sensation drew a sharp bark from her throat, raw, primal, echoing off the shrine stones. He was thick, filling her aching heat in a way that made her powerful hind legs tremble. His hips bucked upward on instinct, and she pressed him down with a growl, asserting dominance even as her body clenched greedily around him. He was skilled, unnaturally so for one so young. She could feel the strength in his thrust, the genetic promise in every taut muscle of his arms and chest. Yes, her instincts sang, the wolf in her howling with approval. This one will give me strong pups. Her claws dug furrows into the earth as she braced herself, her golden eyes narrowing with focus, and with a powerful roll of her massive haunches, she began to thrust.