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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Richard, more colloquially going by "Rick", paused at the end of the docks connecting with the land once more, seawater prickling in the back of his throat as if he had been drowned in it. It had been a long night already for him, the detective ("vigilante" was a word also used to describe him) having already brought a gang to rights again, down at the docks.
Well, there was nothing right about it, even as Rick stood with his hands in his pockets, lean and athletic, Caucasian but with shocking red-amber eyes that made others keep their distance from him. The claws at his fingers rather than fingernails further set him apart, though it was something that he had learned to accept, somewhat, over time. It was not all that unusual in his life for him to be alone, his long, black hair tied back, though Rick's features were not as gaunt as they had been before he'd met RĂȘver.
The night air stirred at his dark jacket, which came down past his hips. Yes, RĂȘver... She was usually about, even though she shouldn't be as close to the city as she often was. There was a wild edge to her, the large amphibious chimera who so very often was found dipping in and out of the water. Being that the city was on the edge of the ocean, it was the perfect place for her, though Rick often wished that she would take her survival in hand and stay further out, in the wilds.
RĂȘver... She'd taught him so much, not just amphibious but aerial, but he had supposed, back then, that was part and parcel of being a chimera, her body defying the odds of all that was supposed to "be" in the world. He understood that too, being one who was usually cast aside, though the chimera made her own way in the world.
As he walked back, he pressed his lips together, waiting.
Plop!
Rick smiled. Right on schedule. Her beak, still complete with teeth, and a one-horned head popped out of the water, ripples lapping around her neck. Her body was not the sort that anyone could very easily understand, though someone may have likened her to a dragon at first. Every body part was different, though hidden by the water at that time, with the leg of a falcon and the wing of a dragon framed by a double wing on the other side, which split from dove to kingfisher in startling shades of striking blue. There was no understanding RĂȘver and maybe that was the way that things were always meant to be with her: a mystery. Especially when it came down to the split tail too, one half being that of a shark and the other that of a dinosaur, supposedly... Who knew?
"You shouldn't be here," he hissed, shaking his head. "RĂȘver, you're too close to the city, someone will see you."
Rick's heart pulled for her, her safety, though RĂȘver had never taken her safety very much in hand. Her head was large and blocky with elegance to it too, one ear longer than the other where her white hide covered it, her five eyes gleaming as the eyelids pulled closed and open again.
"Of course, you would say that..." She teased him, though her voice rumbled with a darker undertone. "There are no threats to me here, not when I'm the one who taught you to be aware of your surroundings."
Rick grumbled and shook his head.
"No, RĂȘver... That's not something that you can keep bringing up. It's not safe for you here."
Yet he still smiled, the sight of her brightening his mood. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, though Rick had never honestly dug all that much into such cliches before. They just never seemed to mean much for him.
But she changed the course of his night like the pull of the moon, in and out, changed the path of the tides, something that no human could control, as much as they may have wanted to. Maybe fantastical creatures like RĂȘver could, but if anything like that was at all within her control or repertoire, it was not something that she had passed on to him in any way. Maybe one day he would know more about her.
And he wanted to know something about her that day, that night.
"RĂȘver..." He started cautiously, as if he was feeling the shape of the words in his mouth before he let them fly. "Can you fly me to the Excelsior building? The high-rise? It's downtown..."
She blinked at him, though not all her eyes with the unusual pupils blinked at the same rate.
"Why?"
"I..." It was harder to get the words out than he had ever thought that it would be. "I want to talk to you about something important. We need to be alone."
Even though it was not near water, it would do, clouds above with a light pattering of drizzle cooling his skin as he turned his face up to it. Of course, there was no way that RĂȘver was about to say no to him, not for such a reasonable request even though there was no solid reason behind it, if a mystery. She had forearms rather than forelegs, her clawed hands more dextrous than a four-legged creature's feet had any right to be, hooking him up in the crook of her arm as she took flight. A feather drifted off, tails lashing behind, though they made not a sound as her large wings cooped and shaped the air, carrying them off and up into the night.