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.
All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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"Can you see him?"
Gavriel exclaimed, tipping his head back as the white lion watched the dragon's flight arc overhead with awe in his gaze. His fur may have been a pure white with a thick mane around his head, but he was nothing as exotic as the long, elegant dragon with an Eastern-style body slithering through the sky as if it was water. The Eastern dragon's scales were dark with a hint of silver, though it was hard to tell from such a distance, Gavriel forced to crane his neck to get something of a look at him, though the dragon was still too far away to get a good look.
Yet the fur that ran down the back of the dragon's neck and the full length of his back, even down his tail, could be seen even from such a distance, the dragon darting between clouds as if it was nothing at all. What they could not see was the two horns atop his head, the light curve to them, tapered to a tip, though it had been a long time indeed since the dragon had been forced to use them in combat at all. He was an unconcerned soul, the blue sky tempting him on in his play, yet those that bore witness to his passing through the clear blue even from such a distance.
The fox beside him, Romero, was just as awe-struck, though the fox had lived close to the coast for longer than him, seeing more than him. He should not have been so inspired and delighted to see the curving arc and sinuous sway of the sky-serpent slipping and slithering back and forth, although he could not have denied that he was. The light breeze, dancing with cherry blossom petals, brushed against his honey-shaded fur, a softer nuance of colour than that of the red foxes of other countries, though his fur was apt to change colour with the seasons too. But that was more than alright as far as Romero was concerned, for he preferred to surprise people, as much as he enjoyed being surprised too.
"They don't often come in so close," he murmured with a gentle smile, arm slipping around Gavriel's shoulders. "Do you want to climb higher, see if we can get closer?"
There was no real need to it but it felt like the kind of play they may have had in their younger years, before they'd had jobs and responsibilities, when everything had come a little easier. There had been no worries back then and the mountain trail, rocky and inviting, begged them onward, even though the shrines had been so placed as to allow spaces for weary travellers to rest and relax on the way up to the hot spring that was the goal of their hike, their time out together.
They laughed and jumped from rock to rock, climbing higher and higher, not following the beaten path but making one of their own where it was respectful to do so, not cutting through the bliss of the undergrowth. It was wild up there on the mountain and the pure, fresh air was not to be sullied through any means, even though it would have been, in fact, more traditional to keep to the path that had been cut and carved forth for such travellers. They were visitors to the area and it was important to take note of local customs too, even though they were welcoming, allowing others to express their faith and religion as they pleased. It was a better way and both Gavriel and Romero wholeheartedly agreed with that.
Higher and higher, it was all in play, the shrines bearing witness to their passage with a tinkling of chimes, the offerings laid forth before those that sought to bring good fortune back to the living. The dragon seemed to be leading them somewhere, even though it surely had to be a coincidence, lifting their hearts to see one of his kind so high and so free. It was not his home land, not by far, but one of his kind could travel along with others, seeing the sights and expressing his freedom in the best way that he knew by far. And other countries and lands, so soft and sweet in their presentation, had much to offer him too, even if he had not yet discovered those things.
Xigfeldo knew that he was being followed but it was all a flirt and a joy in the game of it to him, seeking out the abode halfway up the mountain. One would not have wanted to travel up to the summit unless they were creatures of the sky like him but there was so much even on the lower slopes to explore, namely the hot springs. He didn't have many of those where he came from, though natural springs, of course, bubbled up from deep down, across the land, something that he sought out wherever possible for the warm caress across his scales and the healing properties that such waters contained too.
He landed lightly before the entrance, a horse anthro stepping back and bowing lightly, respectfully.
Xigfeldo bowed back but there was no need for him to hesitate on entrance for he had as much right to be in there as anyone else. Perhaps even more so, considering how the owners gaped and fluttered, all in a fluster before him as they rushed to attend to the dragon entering as if he had been there many times before, the entrance hall light and airy, singing with a natural wind blowing through. The dragon inhaled deeply, pausing before the entrance desk where a couple of sparrow anthros with puffed up chest-feathers and wearing long robes, suitable for such a location, fluttered back and forth to pay attention to their newest guest of the day.
"One entry, please," Xigfeldo said, bowing his head respectfully, although everyone had already thrown themselves bodily down, prostrating themselves before him in absolute respect. "The hot springs."
They rushed about, offering him sole use of the springs, though Xigfeldo was not the sort to command sole use of them, the facilities perfect for his needs. He rumbled a chuckle as they threw towels over his back - seven in total, far more than any usual fur or patron of their facilities would need. It was kind of them to offer him so much and he did not have the heart to tell the small, scurrying anthros that it was not something that he needed as they escorted him through to a private pool. Thankfully, it was large enough for even his long tail, though he could not have said why it was empty on that particular day, the pool that had almost so very conveniently set aside for his presence.
Maybe it was a coincidence or some higher power than even the dragon was at work, although he was not about to worry about that all too much when the alluringly warm waters tempted him in. He slithered into the lightly bubbling pool, frothing at the back, as if he was a part of the water itself, barely making a ripple. Xigfeldo sighed softly, relaxing into the warmth, the natural heat relaxes his muscles, already rejuvenating the glitter and shine to his scales.
"Mmm..."
He let out a soft moan that, for once, was not sexual in nature as he swam around, the pool deep enough for him to submerge himself completely and do a few, slow, small circles too, if he was careful not to bump into the sides. A wooden deck had been built around the pool with rocks forming the walls of it, a wall of reeds separating his pool from that of others, a place of perfect seclusion. Somewhere, he caught the tinkle of wind chimes, the duller tap-rap-bap of wooden chimes, the sounds combining and weaving into one another to make another kind of music of his own.
Little did he know that the anthros that he had caught the attention of were not all that far behind either, paying for their entry, though the dragon failed to notice that he had not passed over any coin for his stay there. Undoubtedly, after he had had his soak, a scale or a hair, both priceless from a dragon, would easily pay his fee but that was not something to worry about as he sank, snaking back and forth beneath the glittering surface, dappled with foam, with only his nostrils and the rise of his head remaining above the surface.
