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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They left under the cover of darkness, just as most of their trysts had been undertaken during. There was something about the silence of the stars that was comforting to human and dragon, Christóforos' olive skin allowing him to blend in a little more than if he had been a bright white of a noble like his master, a man who never saw hard work or much of the light of day. Men like that did not need to work and any work that they did take on was more of the art of socialising, laughing and finery flowing as freely as the wine in their goblets. Chris did not know much of that world and, from what he had seen of it as his master's servant, locked into slavery, he wanted no part in it whatsoever.
That was why that had plotted, dragon and human coming together night after night, their taboo relationship teased into love. Chris had only ever been meant to be a caretaker for Re, a magnificent green dragon who had been captured in his youth and grown up as the master's prized mount. That was no consolation to Re, who had been taken from his family by force, but he had grown accustomed to his life, even if he knew very little of the outside world and had few experiences bar what the master ordered him to do. Unlike Chris, he was mostly left to his own devices when he was not being used as a mount, though that only meant, in later years, that he and Christóforos had been able to spend more and more time together.
They'd grown closer, sharing their hopes and dreams, and it was those hopes and dreams that carried them up and over the wall bordering the master's grounds, his estate sprawling and vast. It was riskier to not delve into his private woodland and go further afield to scale the wall but Chris had feared that Re's wings would be snagged in the denser forest, neither of them knowing their way around the master's private hunting grounds all that well. Re had been a show mount, something fancy to be paraded about, and was delicate when it came to tight spaces. And one thing above all else remained true: they could not be caught.
That would be the end of them.
Guards still patrolled but, as they travelled further from the master's main dwelling, they faded to gamekeepers, those that were there, mainly, to prevent poaching and the like. They had less at their disposal to harm them but rifles were still dangerous even to a dragon, Re being larger than Chris, about the size of a draught horse and still, most likely, growing too, but not invincible. Chris was acutely aware of that and even saw the dragon's scales as more vulnerable than his skin, though it had to be said that the drake was stronger than him in a way that Chris simply could not match up to. There would always be a difference as they came upon the heightened wall and gates on the far side of the estate: something unduly grand for welcoming hunting parties from the king and other nobles, complete with royal accommodation and all.
They cared not for that, slipping by when the gatekeeper's patrol moved on and off into the night, as stealthy as rats in the pantry. The freedom on the air lured them on, saddlebags strapped around Re's shoulders and the barrel of his belly, though Chris didn't think they'd ever been used before. They were plain but strong and held plenty of food to get them started, though he did still hope that the cooks would not be in trouble if the food was found missing. It was unlikely to be an issue with what they had stolen but he could only hope. They too would have to make their escape one day but they were not slaves but there on a wage, unlike Chris.
They travelled onward, guided by the stars and the moon, Chris following Re as the dragon spread his wings, beating them in flight for the first time, without order, for years. There were no longer any chains to weigh him down and prevent him from simply flying away - those had been unlocked, left behind in testament to their slavery. Yet it was a new experience indeed for Chris to passionately trust him with his life, clinging to his neck as he hunkered down between the dragon's wings and pretended himself a dragon-rider, even with his heart in his mouth the whole time.
The mountains lay before them and, further from the master's home than ever, they fled through the night, gaining as much ground and time as they could. When dawn came, they were forced to hide, slinking into an overhang of grubby bank by the river, the trickle of water lulling them into an easy slumber, which was much needed. A dragon could not travel discreetly and they kept going, the mountains growing closer and closer every night, though the times when cloud cover was rife was more difficult to navigate by.
"Here..." Chris murmured, touching the dragon lightly on the neck, the green scales shivering lightly under that tender touch alone. "A little more to the East. We're swaying off course, my love."
It was strange to him to be able to refer to the dragon so openly as his lover, his partner, but the awkwardness had swiftly faded too in a fierce surge of love. Re and him were in it for the long haul and times were changing, their relationship deepening even as they travelled. The dragon curled around him every day, protecting him from the world, always ensuring that, if they were come upon unexpectedly, it would be him that faced the wrath of sword and spear first.
For he would never let anything happen to his sweet Christóforos. Not while his heart still beat.
Their travels took them far from civilisation that would recognise them and Re smiled as he swung his head around a large, open cave with tucked away nooks and crannies at the back that would allow any inhabitant to stay out of the wind. It was a start and a start was all they needed as he pushed his head into Chris' hand, the two of them knowing without saying a word that that was where they were to stay.
The mountain range fell before them and they its lords, settling down to turn the place into their own, a fire pit and smoke chimney only the start of it. Whereas Re could have done without some of the comforts that Chris requested, it was all about the compromise as, out of slavery, they now had to work out just how to live together.
Yet that living together, the absence of all else... It brought with it a fresh spark, opening the doors to delights that neither dragon nor human could have ever known existed, not before.
"I'm so glad to be here with you."
Chris did not know how many times he had uttered that exact phrase since leaving the master's slavery with the dragon but it only grew more and more true every time. His heart lifted with freedom, the invisible shackles that had been tight around his chest for near enough his whole life finally gone, allowing him to take full, greedy gulps of air. Oh, to be free - and to be with Re: was there anything more that any man could have asked for?
The dragon chuckled softly, using the tip of his tail to scoop another bundle of sticks into the fire pit, flames leaping and crackling merrily, snapping up the fresh fuel.
"I've heard that before," he murmured, eyes gleaming. "But I could always hear it again, little one."
