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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Taken in the Locker Room
Seppen snorted, the equine's nose brushing the floor as he completed a push-up, the sixth of his set. Sweat dripped from his shoulders, his white, chitinous skin shiny with it. He couldn't have been more pleased at the conclusion of his workout that he'd forgone a shirt that day, for he was a sight to behold. Although his form was on point, he drew more attention than most in the gym who were not there to build the biggest muscles they could possibly brag, his skin that of an incestoid exoskeleton and not a true equine coat. He also had more of a feminine form than most, but wasn't about to not take care of his body for the sake of being seen as 'pretty' or 'prettier'.
No, that wasn't his way. He knew what he had to do to keep himself in good health. He puffed a cloud of cold breath, which frosted up naturally from his nostrils, knowing there were eyes raking over the holes that seemingly were cut out of his arms and legs, near translucent blue wings tucked down the length of his back.
He was easy to spot in a crowd, that much was sure. Seppen grunted, forcing himself onto his knees as his mind spun, long, equine tail flicking out of the way of his hooves as he shifted back. No, not many furs knew he was a Changeling, or at least a strain of what Changelings had become in a mixed-race world, even if he struck them as instantly different. But he couldn't complain; he liked it well enough that way. He got by with most thinking he was a funny looking unicorn and that was good enough for him to go about his daily business.
The ones who did not skim over him, however, proved intrigued. Seppen smirked, leaning back against the wall as he checked the messages on his phone, breathing elevated after completing his final set. His arms ached fiercely, fingers trembling on the touch screen. He didn't do anything by half, not when it came to his time in the gym. For, if it wasn't simply time for himself, it was time he could share with others in a far more interesting manner.
Seppen grinned. He made no pretence of his intentions, the bulge of his sheath and half-dropped shaft showing in a clear, defined outline through his gym shorts. Perhaps he should have chosen clothing that was a little more discreet, but where would the fun have been in that?
He stood, stretching his arms above his head. Although furs cast him sidelong glances, he kept a sharp eye for one who may be a little more interesting - more attuned to his particular tastes, so to speak. Licking his lips, the equine stretched out, easing the tension from sore chest and arm muscles the best he could, gaze roaming the free weights room.
Dumbbells lined the racks on the far wall and a lion growled as he curled his paw around a single dumbbell, his roar echoing off the walls as he hefted it in a single-arm row. Leaning too heavily on the rack, he arched with bad form and bared his teeth at the mirror directly in front of him as if challenging himself to lift more, to do more, to be more than he was.
The Changeling eyed him. Nice muscles, but...no. Seppen shook his head minutely, not enough for anyone observing him to notice. That one would not do. Too focused on himself, too vain for Seppen's attention to add to his ego. The Changeling dropped lightly into a hamstring stretch, head tilted to the side as if he was also easing out the soreness in his neck.
There. He stiffened, shoulders rolling back. The raptor. Light in colour, his leathery skin pulled tight over lean, mean muscle, green stripes running horizontally down his back, arms and legs. A long, prehensile tail undulated gently at his back as he rubbed his forearm and gathered up his lifting straps from the floor, having already replaced his barbell behind the full rack where it had come from.
Seppen's sheath plumped out, shaft filling with blood and begging to be released from the confines of his shorts. The Changeling smirked, tail flicking back and forth as he tucked his phone into his pocket.
Yes, he would do very nicely.
Seppen grinned, hiding his smile behind the fall of his mane, floating down over the arch of his neck like a living waterfall. How much would it take to get the raptor to follow him back to the locker rooms? His grin widened. He would soon find out. And maybe uncover just what that bulge in his tracksuits bottoms was hiding too. If he was lucky, that was.
And Seppen was always lucky.
Straightening, the Changeling swung his arms lightly back and forth. Although he wasn't quite done with his usual stretching routine, the raptor glanced at the watch on his wrist, shirt slung casually over his forearm, as if he was about to make tracks. Seppen ran his long tongue down the side of his muzzle, extending it further than any fur should have been able to. It was one of the things that furs found disturbing and alluring about him in equal measures.
As the raptor fiddled with the hem of his shirt, the Changeling made his move, sashaying across the gym with a spring in his step. His tail flicked softly in a long sweep of hair that shimmered in the overhead lights, which would not have been flattering to anyone. Seppen, however, had more than enough lure for anyone.
He winked to the raptor, making the anthro step back as he approached, eyes widened in surprise. Seppen couldn't really blame him for looking so startled, his tail stiff and snout upturned as if to sound off a warning call. Not many furs would approach another in such a public space with such a predatory, knowing look in their eye. But Seppen wasn't most furs. He was a Changeling and he knew exactly what he wanted.
"Nice to see another, ah, unusual sort here," Seppen winked, blowing the raptor a kiss as he shimmied past him, making sure to let his tail graze the other fur's legs. "Wouldn't mind seeing you around a little more either, looking like you do."
The raptor swallowed, eyes sliding down the length of Seppen's body, taking in every nuance of his form that he could in one fell swoop. He tilted his head curiously as his stare caught the holes in Seppen's body - a feature of the Changeling condition - a question forming in his eyes.
"I...uh... Well, I dunno." The raptor shook his head, blinking as he rubbed the back of his neck, words lost to him. "Who exactly are you again? I've not seen you around before."
He tried to save himself and failed, blushing as the Changeling cast him a glance back over his shoulder, pausing as if he was still in half a mind to walk off and leave the raptor standing there dumbfounded by the strange encounter. Seppen pushed down his mirth; some furs were so strange about talking to others in the gym. Was it really that taboo? It could be social. In fact, it could be a very social experience indeed.
"Seppen. It's a pleasure to meet you too..."
