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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Doe-Dragon's Innocence
Rolissa stretched, relaxing by the waterfall, her young, lithe body basking in dappled sunshine slanting through the leaves of the deciduous trees above her. Her long, slender legs stretched out as she lay there on her side, eyes half-lidded to listen to the soothing fall of water. Xigfeldo always said that she shouldn't rest so close to the falls with how delicate her body was, the narrow barrel tucked up and lean like that of a deer, a creature that carried little extra fat as they were ready for flight at a moment's notice, but she simply could not resist the light sprinkle of water coating her scales.
Even those light, near translucent, scales in shades of blue and even purple and the faintest touch of pink, depending on how the light caught her large wings, were softer and more delicate than those of most dragons, though she still had the draconic healing magic, one of her inherited abilities, running through her veins, which had been passed down to her from the one who had laid her egg. It did not concern her if times became trying as she would heal quickly enough, though getting her pretty scales sliced up did not suit the young adult dragoness and she typically took quite good care of herself.
With a yawn, she rested her chin on a mossy rock, her jaw narrow and petite, so much so that one may have wondered whether she was a dragon at all, for she was not at all like the silver and black-scaled creatures that had taken up residence in the local area - outside Xigfeldo's territory, that was, and that was only expanding too. She was welcome there as someone who was not a threat to him but closely tied to the drake, even if their relationship was a little more confusing to most. She stood out and he protected her fiercely for that, even chasing away the gryphons when they had shown a little too much interest in her, though she could not have imagined why. Rolissa chuckled softly, murmuring mirth slipping from her small lips like droplets of water trickling down an incline. Well, maybe she too was as interested in them as they were in her... Neither could be faulted for their curiosity.
Although she did not have a mane or a fluffed-up crest like some dragons that she had seen passing through, she did bear some heritage to her kind with cloven hooves that scampered through the forest at a prey's pace too. It was not a fully-fledged mane but a thick, short ridge of fur that ran down the back of her neck from between her horns, following her dorsal ridge all the way to her tail where it fluffed up as if in thick chunks that could have been mistaken, from a distance, for some kind of armour. But it was nothing so gaudy that she boasted and Rolissa patiently took care of the fur where it thickened on her body, ensuring that it was clean and neat and free of debris, though she didn't tend to get into too much that would have made her dirty. At least, not while she was happy growing up and exploring the territory, working out how the ways of the world came to be around her as an adult striking out.
She was something of an oddity in the forest, though there were more and more of her kind around, a hybrid between deer and dragon that could have been misleading with the small, delicate antlers atop her head. The dragoness was neither one nor another but had been dubbed a doe-dragon by the drake who could have been said to be her father or her mother, depending on how one wanted to look at it.
She hadn't seen Xigfeldo in a while, however, and stretched out like a feral feline, yawning widely to expose a flash of pale pink tongue tickling out of her gaping maw. Maybe it was time that she paid her mother a visit, even though her mother had not provided for her in many years. There was Keither too, the charming raptor, of course, who had looked after her when she'd been much younger and Svea, the hydra, had shown her where to forage for the best berries when the season had been right, developing her palate. Whereas most of those in her circle of family and friends were carnivores, they all seemed to be more omnivorous when it came to dining with her, allowing her to experiment and even cook over an open fire, flavourful concoctions bursting on the tongue when they were devoured even if they were not always successful in their application.
That was all fine though as she had grown into an adult and sought out where she wanted to be in the world. The fact of the matter was, however, that that was not always such an easy endeavour for a young doe-dragon to work out for herself, though Rolissa was not in any hurry to leave those that cared for her and loved her, regardless of how her body was changing. For even she knew that there was a shift in her in adulthood, a need curling through, an urge that she could not yet put words to, though the desire was there in such a burning way that it could not have possibly have been denied either way. It was there and it was coming but she was enjoying her growing-up sort of life a little too much to do anything about it quite as yet.
Wing-beats on the air bid her to sleepily raise her head, tongue flickering out as she even let out a little groan and a growl. Who was disturbing her then? Oh... It was getting late in the morning but springtime was the time of year where everything was damp and dripping and green, flourishing with fresh life, and any time of day could have felt like dawn when the conditions were such. Although that was her favourite time of day, she rose and shook off droplets of water from her wings, stretching each one out in turn, careful not to let her antlers, the delicate arcs of them, catch on the overhanging rock that had been protecting her, in part, from the flurry of the falls. With the water on one side and the trees on the other to cast her into softening shade as the sun moved across the sky, Rolissa did not think that she could have found a nicer place to take a nap that day, even though that peace was soon to be disturbed.
She would have recognised the silver scales of Xigfeldo anywhere, seeming darker than the darkest night when he secluded himself away from sparkling sunshine, but that was the way of a hybrid drake like him, bearing the best traits from both silver and black dragons. He also held both sexes within his cloaca but preferred to go by male pronouns, though he had not been the one to explain that to her; in more delicate matters, it had to be said that Svea was more tactful and sweet in explaining the ways of the world to a charge that she saw, for some reason, as hers, in a way.
The dragon softened his descent with a flaring-out of his wings, letting them billow and swell with cupped air, dropping slowly as if he had become a parachute. It was not the easiest spot in which to land but Rolissa scooted over against the rock-face to allow him room, lips pressed together even as he showed what he had brought for her: a fresh carcass that still gleamed with a trickle of blood, although most of it seemed to have dried or dripped away during the course of his flight.
She eyed it distastefully, shrinking back, the prey side of her psyche seething and hissing, heart trying to pound harder and faster. But she was a dragon too and that side of her, it had to be said, was dominant and pushed away the fear of prey for, after all, her body was designed to consume meat even with the two, comparatively small teeth hooking over her lips like tusks - the ones that came from the musk deer in what made her just who she was.
Oblivious, Xigfeldo nodded to her, settling his wings against his back as he tucked himself into a space that was, rather, a little on the small side for him.
"Good morning, youngling," he said, dropping the carcass for her even as Rolissa wrinkled her nose.
