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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Steven, or Steve, felt small compared to the horses at the office, though he perhaps should have thought it stranger than it was that everyone there at his new workplace, well...was an equine anthro. They were big and dominating, tall and looming, coming in all natural colours and even some in unnatural shades too, though that was not something that he really had any worry about. As a small, petite dragon with rich, green scales, he was lither than them, though they were more muscled than he expected from office work, even if they were in finance. It was something of an "old boys club" still there, the kind of place that expected a certain kind of masculinity to be at play, even though it was out of keeping with modern times.
His yellow horns, however, gave him something of a leg to stand on against them and Steve kept an easy smile on his muzzle as he went about his workday, meeting the team, finding his workstation, talking with his manager. It was all pretty standard, though his wings did get caught on a doorframe once -- that was embarrassing. But who started a new job in a new place without anything at all embarrassing happening to them?
Little did Steve know what the stallions had in store from him, everyone friendly enough but with a strange sort of undertone to it all, as if they were appraising him, judging him. That was something that the dragon could bear through, however, or so he thought -- until a stallion with a black and white spotted coat dropped a card on his desk, his smile anything but easy.
"Join us for drinks later, we go out every Tuesday."
He didn't seem to have any option to say no and, well, Steve knew well enough that networking and team building was important at a new place. If that was what they did every Tuesday, he most certainly didn't want to be the odd one out, so he packed up his stuff at the end of the day, grabbed the car and headed out.
"Huh... Not seen this place before."
That should have been his first warning. His second should have been when he turned his car into a seedier part of town. His third should have been when he stood on the doorstep, the window barred up, his tail pressed down as if he was trying to protect himself from something that he should have known was coming. It was simply in his nature.
Any other warnings after that, well... He should have listened to all that had gone before. He entered with bated breath, the swell of alcohol and music in the bar washing over him, though the familiarity of that, at the very least, did nothing to set him at ease.
"There he is!"
It was both a relief and not to be drawn into their midst as if he was one of them...and not at the same time. The stallions could not help but loom, a good head taller than him at best, head and shoulders at worst, and slapped him on the shoulder, laughing and joshing him, even as a pint was slid across to the table to his vicinity.
