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 work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Nalu shook herself off, her wings spread, enjoying the warm summer breeze lifting her up, carrying her across the thermals. It was a long time since she had found herself back in Xigfeldo's territory and it was most certainly a good few years back before she'd been transported to another world, Ulrica's home world, with the sable marten in question. The skunk-gryphon shivered up in the air, though not from any cold, for the warmth of the fair weather glinted off her dark fur, so rich and sleek in the garb of summer that there almost seemed to be shades of purple in there.
Her black beak gleamed, that of a crow, her hind half that of a skunk, though her musk told that tale. It was not unpleasant, not as most expected skunks to be, but something intoxicating, that could draw in a partner if they were so inclined as to mate with her. It was something that Nalu had used many times over in the past, grunting softly at the memory, her dark feathers shimmering in the light as she soared over a crystal-clear lake. So clear, in fact, that she swore she could see down to the depths of it where strange fish swam and even dragons with blue or silver scales - it was hard to tell from such a height - swam. She murmured. She'd known there were other dragons who had more of an affinity with the water (even black dragons enjoyed the cool ribbons, their bodies devoid of the magic-wielding abilities of some others) but it definitely wasn't Xigfeldo down there. For once, Nalu did not know where the dragon was.
But that was okay as she fluttered down, spiralling and soaring, allowing her height to drop naturally, lower and lower. The cool water invited her in, her feathers a little more laden with dust than she would have liked, though there was still more down there for her to savour, chirping and warbling, letting such sounds flow from her naturally. Back in her home world, there was nothing for her to worry about and everything familiar for her to lean into whole-heartedly. Nalu would have been lying if she had not said that it was not something of a relief.
The pebbles crunched under her paws as she set down, wings flared and spread, her beak ever so slightly parted, though she breathed through her nares, the slits on her beak. Her dark wings shuffled in against her back, tail lifted as if she could not work out whether she wanted to spray and mark as yet, for the itch was there. The beach surrounding the lake was made of rougher rock, though the pebbles had been tumbled and smoothed out by the passage of time and the seasons, allowing her to walk easily without any gritter, smaller particles digging in between her toes.
"Hm..."
Oh, it was too tempting, her tail lifting, the stripe there glistening in the sunshine. She couldn't help herself, digging her claws into the coarser ground at the edge of the beach, the line of pine trees beckoning. At least, she thought they were pine trees, though there were other conifers mixed in of the evergreen variety, fir trees bustling amongst with tough roots that dug down deep into the earth.
It could not hurt, indulging in an instinct that Nalu had not had the liberty to all that often in Ulrica's world. Something about it being frowned upon over there? Very strange. She grunted and shook her head, her feathers rustling out lightly, heat rising from her body. No, it was not right there, not natural, but she'd had to respect their times and culture, of course, especially when she'd been a guest in Ulrica's home.
Her tail twitched as it flagged, showing off the underside of her tail and the tight pucker of her anal ring, though that was not the purpose of her lifting her tail that time. Being a hermaphrodite showed off a little more genitalia than such a position may otherwise have done but Nalu was a gryphoness comfortable in both sides of her psyche, acting the parts of breeder and bred as and when it suited her. Only recently, she had laid a clutch of eggs before returning to her home, leaving them in the care of her anthro form in another world so that hordes of little gryphons, possibly gryphon-dragon hybrids too based on their shared fun with Xigfeldo, would hatch and grow up safe and sound.
Her musk sprayed forth as her tail twitched, allowing it to flow forth, though it was something of a reek. That was what marking was all about, after all, considering that she was there to mark it as hers, to let anyone there that smelled the harsh stink know that it was hers, that she had been there. A gryphon, like many dragons, faced a deeply-rooted instinct to mark and to spray, to claim a territory even though there were very few territorial disputes to be had in the world anymore. Not when there was so much land and prey to go around, that was, their kinds evolving and mating and spreading far and wide into new lands too.
"Unnf..."
She grunted and strutted a little more cockily up to another tree, grinding her backside onto the bark just for an extra little stimulation of the scent gland tucked up under there. Some, like Xigfeldo, held that gland and more within a slit called a cloaca, though Nalu's body did not quite present in that way. It was one of the things that the drake had been curious about in the early days of their meeting, though Nalu had never been the dragon's first.
The gryphoness shivered at the memory, licking the edge of her beak, the reek of her musk swirling around, a thick and heady scent that would not be washed away for many rains. Although Nalu wondered just a little where Xigfeldo was, having come back with her through the portal, she was hardly worried, sighing in relief at finally being able to express a little instinct.
"Ah... Yes, that's better."
She shuffled off, weak at the knees, though her wings flared out, drooping to her sides. Spraying her musk was an oddly relaxing thing, even though she could not understand quite why it was, releasing tension from the base of her spine, up the lines of it where her back tended to hold it harder and tighter. Bowing down lightly, she arched her back and pushed her rump up a little higher again to mark another try, a jet and a spray streaming out to trickle down the old, rough bark. The tree itself had surely lived for many more years than she had, though her essence would remain there for weeks, if not months.
She could only hope.
What she didn't know was that there was someone, not Xigfeldo, already in the territory that had already done some marking of their own, the drake's lingering scent overwhelming the smaller creature, although he was a caretaker of sorts. Keither raised his head, the purple raptor clicking his teeth together, blue feathers ruffling against his back and down his arms, though one would have been amiss to miss the venomous spines jutting from his elbows. They were formidable weapons that, amid the flutter of feathers, were not always noticeable until it was too late for an opponent.
It had been a long time, however, since he had ever had to chase off anyone from his territory, or the territory that he oversaw under Xigfeldo. They were quite close, the two of them, but not so that there was not a designated chain of command there. Despite the dragon submitting to the raptor, when it pleased him, there was no question over who was the overseer dominating the territory first and foremost. Sex and the fun that contained, after all, was something different to territorial lines, though any pushing back against them was easily taken care of.
But the raptor's frown deepened as he stalked through the trees, his head held high and scenting the air.
