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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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Shadow shivered, the black-scaled anthro dragon leaning back against the wall of the club. Once upon a time, he had been a smoker but had weaned himself off such a vice, as much fun as it had been in a childish part of his mind to blow smoke rings from his nostrils. Despite being a dragon, he did not possess the ability to do that naturally.
Traffic raced by on the main street but he was set far enough back that he could relax there, breathing in the air that was, to be fair, hardly fresh but all that he had available to him during a night out on the town. His head tipped back, horns knocking against exposed brickwork, staring up at the slit of sky, so very high above, visible where the buildings dropped away, the club pulsing with a beat that was surely disturbing residents in the area. Alas, that was just one of the many hazards of living in the city and anyone who moved there, whether for work or the business of life that it afforded them, surely knew that such disturbances would be commonplace.
Shadow was not a dragon who spent much time there, preferring to live on the outskirts, his life turning one way and then the other but not settling. Sighing, he pursed his lips, glancing at the end of the alleyway as a couple passed, arm in arm, hanging over one another. Sometimes he needed that too, even if his size and obvious strength, scales defined over muscle, did not lend perceptions of him to his natural inclinations...so to speak.
Yet his night was about to take a turn for the better, even if he had, originally, thought that he did not want to be disturbed out there. A break, yes, that was what Shadow was looking for, though his friends were still inside the club, probably having the time of their lives. They lived life at a quicker pace than him, breakneck and pushing on as if they were constantly trying to outdo one another.
One more shot. One more joint. It all happened so quickly, how did anyone ever have time to come up for air?
The door at the back of the club, a few paces down the alleyway, banged open, bouncing off the wall and juddering back, almost knocking the furs that tumbled through it, light-hearted and drunkenly giggling in a flurry of feathered wings, to the ground. For a moment, all that could be seen was a fluster of blue, wings spread, blocking them from view, a kitsune-like creature appearing from the midst of those wings, grinning widely and lashing his tongue against the side of his lips as if to savour the taste of the kiss that had already been shared.
"You know, you didn't have to drag me all the way out here for some fun," he purred, eyes burning, as if a hint more suggestion needed to be put into his tone. "The back of the club would have done too... Mmmph..."
His mouth was swallowed up in a kiss all over again, the equine with both wings and a horn dragging his muzzle back to his, tongues tangling, sweeping against one another in a throb of passion. The stallion intent on bearing him back against the opposite wall did not notice that Shadow was there at all but soon would as Shadow's jaw dropped and the kitsune with dragon wings - ah, a hybrid, he'd seen plenty of those about with the diverse population of the city - allowed himself to be dominated, moaning out loud as those soft, velvety equine lips worked their way down his throat, nipping and lipping with calculated glee.
Yet the alicorn, his spiralled, silver horn recognisable anywhere, did not notice Shadow staring, not even as the dragon worked his jaw, fighting to get the words out as something deep inside him pulled.
"Winter..."
Ah, he'd known the alicorn for a long time, but had not seen him since he had last been on his knees in that husky's club (maybe he'd have to go back there too at some point), sucking down a length of horse-dick. He shuddered to recollect it, the headiness of the memory setting his cock swelling in his underwear, the boxer-briefs no longer quite feeling as if they were enough to contain it, though he had a feeling that they would not have to be. The lewd, wet sound of their kiss rose, setting his scales prickling, even the touch of his clothing on his scales suddenly too tight, too claustrophobic, the heat rising...
And then the alicorn's eyes met his, head turning, horn tilting, and Shadow was lost to the lust of the stud stallion all over again. As if there had been any doubt in the first place...
"Why, hello, Shadow," Winter nickered, forelock cast across one eye as if he was peering at Shadow with a deliberately coy look, though it was all purely accidental. "Fancy seeing you here..."
He licked his lips, but the grey-furred beauty before him demanded attention too, whimpering and nuzzling at his cheek, down his neck, tugging at his shirt. With a smirk on his lips, Winter turned back to him, eyes dancing with the glee of one who knew that they were well on their way to getting all that they needed and more.
"Easy now," he murmured, letting the kitsune-hybrid press up to him, knees quivering already. "You'll get what you need..."
He didn't even know Rikku's name, the kitsune-dragon with a slash of black under his jaw hinting at a dark underbelly, his muzzle shaped like that of a fox but with typically draconic wings. He didn't need to know it though as he spun the fox about, groping that sweet arse, the fleshy round of it giving him more than enough to grind against, grunting in the back of his equine throat.
