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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Dragons after Dark
"Well, well, little dragon. I see you are adequately prepared for me."
Folding her wings in close to her back, the feral emerald green dragoness parted her formidable jaws in a draconian smirk. Walking on all fours, she approached the smaller male in the middle of his cave, illuminated only by candles spaced around the rough walls. He must have stolen them from a nearby village - too reclusive a type to mingle with intelligent beings in light of day - but she appreciated the touch nonetheless. Tail swishing, Amethyst rumbled a laugh at the bound male, black scales glistening wetly as moisture dripped from the ceiling, a continuous plip-plop. His snout rested on top of his paws and he peered up at her, tail arched up wickedly over his bowed back, rump high in the air as if he was waiting for her attention.
She held her head high, yellow horns protruding straight back from her skull and a wind-ruffled emerald mane, her underscales a lighter shade than the bulk of her body. As she stalked, claws clicking over stone, she poured magic into her soul, growing larger with every step, muscle rippling beneath her scaly hide. The dragoness chuffed a laugh. It was a benefit of being a shape-shifter that her form was fluid, moulding to her will as and when she chose to change. On fine form, there was not a dragon that could overpower her and her domain was unchallenged, even if she only visited it upon occasion in her feral form, choosing anthro life for the majority of her time. Though there were some rather charming individuals, such as the fine black and purple scaled Zaros, that she would transform especially for, upon the occasional visit.
She stalked around him in a circle, taking in the bow of his body with a sharp, yellow eye with a slit for the pupil. The dragon flexed his toes and tried to watch her progress, tail bound with two strips of leather that lashed it tight to the collar around his neck, old hide toughened by weather: a scrap coveted and tamed to his bondage needs. Amethyst brushed her snout over his spine and revelled in his shiver, tail tugging fruitlessly on the collar. Self-bondage was all well and good if one could release themselves but this little dragon had no hope of escape.
"Little dragon, you should have shown more caution that this," she chided. "Inviting a strange lady into your lair. One would almost think that you wanted me to abuse you."
Zaros grumbled into the gag tying his muzzle shut, teeth locked together as neatly as they would close upon his prey if he was hunting. Only, this time, he was the prey for a more powerful predator who had no interest in devouring him. Amethyst had something very different in mind.
Or at least he hoped she did.
Standing before the dragon, Amethyst backed up so that her hind paws thudded heavily to the ground on either side of his head, just barely nudging his grey horns to remind the dragon of the position he was it. It would be so easy to demonstrate her dominance by crushing his head into the ground with a hind paw and she trembled, pussy clenching at the thought. One did not always have to take every display of dominance offered, though it still played to arouse her.
Poor drake...
With the tip of her tail, Amethyst neatly undid the binding around his muzzle, leaving his paws crudely tied for the time being. Zaros lifted his head and stretched out his neck, working his jaw to relieve some of the tension there. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the light as he had kept them closed for some time before her arrival - she had taken rather a long time in her opinion, but it was not his place to say.
