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.
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Sauna Studs
The silver dragon leaned back against the wall of the sauna, better able to take the heat than other patrons of the health club, although the facility did have a fairly adequate gym attached to it too. Silver had made good use of it before indulging himself in the pool and sauna, despite the steam room being a fair distraction also. Plunge pools didn't really fare all that well with dragon-kind, however, chilling them far too swiftly as the heat that kept them going curled and roiled within them, searing through to the scales that provided protection and the traditional garb that made a dragon what he or she was.
But he was not alone and he chuckled in the back of his throat, unwilling to play all of his cards just yet, smoothing his black 'mane' of hair away from his face. That mane slunk down the back of his neck, a tangled mess in the heat, but he wasn't concerned about that as the only other fur in the sauna hunched forward, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, although it was already dripping with sweat and the residual moisture that clung to fur after swimming. That was one thing that Silver was at least glad that he didn't have to contend with, beyond his hair.
Silver hadn't bothered with a towel, of course. It wasn't needed. And it looked like, very shortly, the little fox's one would not be either.
The fox was not someone he had seen there before, seeming smaller and slighter than he actually was for how he rolled forward with a hunch to his shoulders, although there was a rigid sort of strength behind them too. Now, Matteh would have been the first to tell anyone that asked that he wasn't all that into the gym life and the like but he certainly enjoyed taking his time in the pool and the steam room. That day had proved to be different, however, as he moved into the sauna, settling himself down in the heated quiet with his brown hair tickling into his eyes, needing a trim yet again. But it would not bother him, he resolved to think, adjusting his position until he found the most comfortable part of his bony seat-bones to lean back on.
And yet he could not resist looking, the dragon drawing him in even as he just sat there. Matteh had not paid him much attention at first, choosing instead to covertly ogle a curvy unicorn stallion that seemed to be enjoying wearing very little rather a lot, but the dragon had commanded his attention regardless of anything else. And he owned it too with a smirk on his lips that told the fox that he knew just what was going on, the little looks he'd been giving him since he'd entered the sauna, travelling up his bare legs and higher to that soft length that he really should not have been looking at has he was. It was sauna etiquette, damn it, even if there wasn't a rule book set out for that sort of thing!
Sweating, he looked down, fiddling with the edge of his towel, although that only served to loosen it around his waist. He never could decide whether to risk it all and go without a towel or to remain modest, not getting behind the gross notion of sitting in any sauna with swimming trunks on. That, at best, was unhygienic! It was an in-between where he was, the place allowing both modes of dress or undress but it did leave him with not a lot of guidance on what he should personally go for.
That meant that the dragon, however, was more than simply prideful with letting it all hang out, legs spread as if to allow the heat dissipate from his scales a little better. His thickly muscled thighs begged the eye and Matteh swallowed as his mouth watered too much, wondering if he would have been better off staying in the pool and just ogling that cute unicorn and the little sway to his hips that had had that 'come hither' essence to them.
Yet it was Silver locking eyes with him, a smirk tugging up his lips on the one side, that changed the course of events, perhaps for the best outcome.
"You're looking at me."
It was too easy for him to take the lead as the fox, his fur a little more brown than red -- though that could have been the tint of the lighting in the sauna -- squeaked and almost quailed away from him, eyes wide. He'd been caught looking? Well, it wasn't as if he was being all that discreet about eyeing up the drake's muscles, which seemed more defined still with a sheen of sweat to highlight them, the belly-plate scales a darker shade of grey as if to highlight the contrast in his physique and strong, powerful shape.
"Why don't you get yourself over here," Silver drawled, head tilted to the side. "Maybe you can do more than look, fox. It's quiet enough here today."
Ah, it was something different indeed for him to be so bold but the fox in his sights did not have to know that. He didn't have to know that he was so often the one that fell into lewd liaisons more often than not, blood roaring dully between his ears as his heart pounded right up into his mouth. His throat was too tight for any measure of comfort and yet he pushed on regardless, such anticipation driving a throb of blood to his cock, plumping up slowly, so very slowly, as if it was intent too on drawing the fox's eyes to him at all costs.
And it worked. Matteh could not be privy to all going on in the dragon's mind and, to hell with it -- he was due a little bit of adventure too! Maybe the unicorn would have to wait as he gulped and tried to push down a whimper that broke free anyway, hiding the little tremble to his paws even as his tail wagged. He was no common dog but he could not help the motion as he rose, the towel falling to reveal a thickening shaft of fox-cock that would not be forgotten about either during the course of their heated and heady liaison.
Maybe they would be caught. Maybe they would get away with it all scot-free. Only the doing of the seedy act itself would tell that tale in its entirety.
As if in a dream, he approached the hazy shape of the dragon, although there wasn't any steam in the sauna at all, the warm, wooden boards comforting in the sense of stability they provided. It was not the largest of saunas, truth be told, and they had not been all that far apart to begin with so it did not take much to close the gap between them, sealing the deal in trembling legs as Matteh blushed. His cock did not blush or show any sense of shyness, however, swelling up to its full hardness and thickness what only seemed to be a moment, the tip gleaming with the barest hint of pre-cum.