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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Fyr took a breath, lying back on the red and white picnic blanket, marvelling quietly at the fact that it was a date by her brother's doing. So, miracles really did happen.
The dragoness' tail lazily swept out over the edge of the blanket, the remains of their late-night supper tucked in the basket to the side. It was more than late enough for stars to sparkle their way across the sky, the two dragons far enough out from town to not suffer too much light pollution.
She hated that, though she didn't say it aloud. The stars: she wanted to see the stars. When she'd lived in the city for a short while, the light pollution had left barely any stars visible at all. It made her feel like she was cut off from the natural world.
But it was much better since she'd moved out to her own ranch and was running the thing, learning on the job and getting to grips with everything. She smiled faintly and rested a paw on her stomach, fingers lightly moving over the rise in her belly.
"You're always doing that."
Slowly, she rolled her head, surveying her brother with a raised eyebrow. Kao lay beside her, though he didn't look all that much like her, being blue-scaled like their mother, whereas she had red scales and those striking yellow marks. His grin was suave and she scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.
"You'd feel up your belly too if you were pregnant," she shot back at him. "It's not going to be all that much longer before the egg is laid."
Kao churred softly, a light, warbling sound rising from the back of his throat. Sure, Fyr was his sister...but that hadn't stopped him from putting an egg in her womb. Their bond was not conventional, but it worked for them. That was all the dragons really needed to know, one way or the other.
"Mm, I'd like to do other things to you," he breathed, sliding in close as he spooned her, his paw replacing the one that had been caressing her swollen stomach. "Lots of things, Fyr..."
The dragoness shivered and opened her mouth to say something -- but any words she'd had to share died on her lips. His teeth and lips on her neck, the vulnerable scales of her throat, tended to do that to her and Fyr groaned lightly, her sense of resolve wavering.