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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He tried to calm his heartbeat as they approached the anthro dragoness' residence, Oshun of the school of battle mages within the university who had called for him. Giselle didn't seem to think that anything at all was out of the ordinary there, walking along with her usual light step, though she would never be trained out of constantly looking for danger, for threats, her eyes sliding one way and then the other, always watchful. Some things, for her species and simply who she had become after her intense training, would always be such for her.
Kael would never have admitted it out loud, but he felt better that she was there with him, the scroll containing directions, which had been sent via a messenger a few hours before, more surprising than he had expected. He had thought that the teachers were housed in a section of the university that was more lavish than the student quarters -- even what he had been assigned -- but Oshun was off on her own, distant, in the forest that was a part of the school grounds. Rather than being densely populated with conifers or pine trees, something begetting a forest of that size, it was framed in deciduous trees that lost their leaves in the winter. He wondered if that ever made her long for spring more, or maybe the cycle of the seasons was something that Oshun wanted to be closer to. With trees that were evergreen, it was easier to forget, sometimes, the depths of winter. Humans tried to ignore the seasons as much as possible, though expeditions did take them out to learn about the environment too without tarnishing it or trampling what they were allowed to live within in any way.
Light filtered down through the leaves, a hint of warmth on their bare arms. Kael smiled, trying to relax, wearing a tunic style top with a band around the waist and open sleeves that cut around his shoulders, not offering much sleeve at all to cover his arms with. It was a light fabric that was popular with anthros, at least the younger ones at the university, and he appreciated how it allowed his flexibility to be shown to a greater extent. There were no tight restrictions for putting on airs of formality when he had that on. Paired with loose trousers that allowed a full range of motion in a similar, light shade, he was, at the very least, cool and ready for action.
But what, exactly, did he think he had to be ready for? The dragon's residence came into view, Giselle pricking up her ears, though she was too well trained to express her joy at it. It could have been a fairy tale cottage to one who was a little more romantic, but what Kael saw was a larger countryside residence that offered her privacy from the main bustling of the university, a dragon who enjoyed her seclusion, being away from others when she had the space and liberty to do so. The walls outside were designed as if to show the framework of the large cottage, a ground floor and a first floor clearly in view, though the grey tiled roof showed that there was another window up there -- perhaps a guest bedroom? Of course, the rest of it appeared more than large enough for whatever was needed of anyone staying there, a pond out front and no fence, though the flowerbeds under the windows were densely populated with reds and yellows and greens. Horticulture, however, was not something that Kael could have claimed to be all that into.
"Ah, I see that you have found your way here without any troubles."
Oshun was a tall dragoness, easily discernible, though there was a quietness to her presence too, moving lightly, fluidly. Battle mages didn't only fling magic, after all, and Kael dug up a memory, however vague it was, from one of his books, the rigorous physical fitness regimes that they had to keep up to be at the peak of their game. A lesser battle mage, of course, could still fight, but the truly refined and well-honed were the ones that tackled such feats that required discipline to the extreme.
Her scales, where shown, splashed through a rich pink-purple, on the edge between the two colours, and a lighter shade of violet, offering the impression that she was, in fact, red and purple -- at a glance. There were no plate scales under her chin going down her chest, though the cut of her clothing was more feminine, tightened at the waist, sleeves running down her arms, though the white fabric was more flexible at the elbows. At least, it gave the impression of being such, her trousers a slate-grey, loose and allowing movement, similar to what Kael had adopted for himself.
Her horns, however, were lean and elegant, muscle lining her body where he was able to see it. Those horns though... They reminded him of the branches of a tree when the first buds of spring were blooming forth, unfurling their petals for the first time that year. Each horn split into two tines, yet the focus drew down the shape of her angular muzzle, strong and feminine, to her intense eyes, the shimmering blue like a pool that one could dive into.
She, however, was nothing in comparison to Giselle or Celine, he tried to tell himself, even if he did not believe it. It was difficult to be so convicted about something when his heart turned over strangely and wonderfully at the sight of her, the dragoness a good head taller than him, though Kael was not a small man by any means. He was strong in his own way as he exhaled and smiled politely, though did not quite know whether to extend his hand or not. One thing was certain and that was that he was to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground, the lightly worn path that led to the front door of her dwelling. Whereas humans would float, using their psychic abilities, he could not, despite that being the formal tradition that he was used to.
There was too much to get used to there.
"Yes, thank you -- your directions were most comprehensive, Madam Havran."
"Excellent. And, please, call me Oshun also. We do not impose formalities here, not beyond the younger years of schooling. We are all adults here."
The sway of her tail drew his eye and he could not help but be fascinated by it. Whereas he had spent an awful lot of time with Giselle and Celine, a dragon's tail was an entirely different thing, hers tipped with a pointed, triangular tip, though it was not large enough hat he could imagine it being used in battle in any way. She stood tall, her shoulder blades pushed back naturally, though that could have been the weight of her wings that helped her lift her chest more, bracing parts of her body that Kael could not even begin to imagine the sensation of.
"Sit, please."
A table had been set up outside, oddly civilised, or perhaps more friendly than Kael would have expected a meeting with a university teacher to be. His experience of teachers was of stuffy rooms and looking longingly out the window, even if so much of their lives were lived indoors, where they could not affect the outside environment and the environment could not affect them. It was the way of living, though that was something, thankfully, that was slowly changing, all for the better.
Oshun, however, sat him down as if he was equal to her and he carried on in a similar suit, accepting her offer of tea, which had already been brewed. It would have been rude not to have some and even Giselle tried it, though the canine could not quite sit still in her chair where she would have usually preferred to sit on the ground or even stand, ready for action at a moment's notice. Still, that was one more thing in the anthro lands and, beyond that, she was going to have to become used to, over time.
"So..."
Kael grimaced, not wanting to broach the subject that he knew he had to. Over the edge of her teacup, the dragoness eyed him, calmly waiting, a faint curl of smoke wafting from her nostrils.
"We're here to talk about what I did the other day, aren't we?"
It was not the most eloquent way of phrasing it, but he had to know, his heart beating a little quicker, though, for once, not in a good way. He breathed as slowly and as deeply as he could without making it obvious, but even Giselle knew that he was struggling a little, ears swivelling in his direction as she shifted in a little closer. If they had been alone in his quarters, she might have even laid her head in his lap to comfort him, but that was very much not suitable behaviour to undertake out in public -- even when it was only Oshun there.
