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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The feral dragon rumbled a growl, one of the wingless varieties, not that anyone would have dared say that to him with all his rippling muscle, his thick tail swinging back and forth on the shoreline. There was no sand that one may have expected but it was a beach full of pebbles that shifted and rattled lightly with the slightest adjustment of the drake's weight. Silver licked his lips, red eyes stark above a mouth that curved up on one side in a smirk, heart beating a little more quickly than usual.
For it seemed that Silver had attracted a little attention on his holiday of sorts, the Autumn breeze caressing his silver scales and fluttering a stray bit of dried kelp from the tide line up against the larger, grey plate-scales that lined from under his chin to the very underside of his tail. It would have been hard to ignore him, as large as he was at the best of times, but he could have been a little more subtle about letting his pleasure out and on show on the beach with the gulls calling above. His malehood teased out, thickening with each and every throb of blood that his lustful mind sent there, but a nearby stag who had only been out taking an evening stroll before the air grew too nippy had been well and truly caught off guard!
There was a power differential between them that could not be denied, Silver the dragon looming while the anthro stag took an uncertain step back, the pebbles shifting beneath his cloven hooves, unstable footing at best. With a full rack of flat, cupped antlers, he looked to be of the slighter, lither fallow deer type but only seeing him without his clothes would reveal whether he boasted the white spots typical of that species of deer.
The dragon licked his lips. If he saw the deer anthro without his clothes on, it would not be for the traditional play between predator and prey, that much was sure. The stag's eyes simply couldn't drag themselves away from his cock, the much smaller fur dwarfed by it. It would most certainly overpower his own, a couple of feet, roughly, in length and perfectly sized to the proportions of his body, even if Silver was simply a larger creature by default. Yawning widely to show off, quite deliberately, the red, wet expanse of his maw, the dragon lifted a hind leg, goading the stag on as he shuddered and, seemingly without thinking about it, took a rattling step back.
"See something you like?"
Away from home, he had greater liberty to be cocky, not that that was only a play on words, considering how his shaft throbbed so desperately for that particular brand of attention too. The stag gulped and shook his head but his body answered that question for him, a large bulge forming in the front of his jeans, which didn't look like they were doing all that good of a job of holding up against his barely withheld lust.
"You should know what to do."
Silver smirked, licking his lips, though even he was a little surprised as the stag obeyed the rather vague command. His balls may have still been held internally but there was still plenty of his cock left for the stag to lavish attention on, wobbling up to him as weak and light on his cloven hooves as a newborn fawn may have been. Not that Silver had ever seen a newborn fawn but he growled softly as the stag's paws landed on his cock, reverently stroking, moaning lightly as if he'd never seen such a thing in his life.
