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. These stories have been public for some time, but I am slowly uploading my back catalogue of stories currently.
Author's note: as I've been receiving some very peculiar comments, I'd like to clarify that all commenting on stories has been disabled and I've changed my feedback to only allow non-anonymous comments. These are my oldest works and I'd also like to note that furry/anthro work is pure fantasy and it's just a way of imagining characters that this particular fandom appears to enjoy - it is not animal sex. I have some real erotic animal (dragons etc) stories but, if those are actually permitted here, they will be tagged correctly and in the correct category.
Until then - please enjoy! The newest stories, when I come to them, will be my best work in terms of style, grammar and so on; so please be patient while I upload the back catalogue.
Thanks!
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Dragons in the Dungeon
"I think this is it."
The white dragon stretched his arms up to the roof of the Subaru SVX, working out the tension of the road with a groan of relief, even within the cramped confines. Rolling his shoulders, he took in the half-circle of country cottages, spaced around the courtyard as if an immense paw had lowered them into precise slots that reigned supreme in some greater plan. Taking the wheel for such a lengthy drive was not unfamiliar for him, but the cramped confines of the car (as nice as it was) never failed to oppress, reminding him of the old day job. But that was in the past. These days, Ruth had more pleasant company, than blaring horns and raging road users, in the form of his green scaled mate, Raiyoku. Fate had a funny way of bringing individuals together, like two pieces of a puzzle in an idealistic cliché. Leaning over the handbrake with a smile that was barely seen under the mask of twilight, Ruth kissed the dragon's cheek, brushing his lips over Rai's smooth, green scales.
"Any further and my legs would have locked up," Rai grumbled: a feeble pretence at grumpiness played out in jest. He shifted his legs, thwacking a knee into the glove box. "I've never been so stiff."
"As long as one particular part is stiff," Ruth flashed a grin.
"You would say that, wouldn't you?"
Ruffling his wings, Rai swung the car door open, catching his mate's paw in his own for a lingering moment. Green fingers curled around white and the two dragons breathed in the countryside's cooler, sweeter air, far from traffic and the drone of aeroplanes. It would be good to escape for the weekend, before returning to the grand tour of the English side of the family, though Rai considered the weekend escape (privately) the calm before the story. As if in synchronisation with one another, the dragons eased themselves out of the vehicle, Rai trailing one paw along the blue exterior.
Stepping over uneven cobblestones, Rai took in the half-circle of cottages, which he hoped boasted more space than their exterior suggested, all with slanting roofs gleaming with the sun's dying rays. Only one cottage was illuminated from within, curtains open in welcome, and a narrow, winding path lead to the front door; the path was bordered with low lying shrubs, though any flowers had safely closed into buds for the night. Beyond the cottage rolled endless, green hills, divided into patchwork squares by hedgerows and farmland, each patch a different shade even in the low light. Honeysuckle scented the breeze and Rai inhaled deeply, losing himself in the moment.
"Seems like she really did choose a place in the middle of nowhere," Ruth observed, hauling a suitcase bodily from the boot, jerking Rai back to reality.
"Isn't this what it's supposed to be though? A quiet weekend before..." Rai trailed off, waving his paw to complete the sentence. "You know. Anyway, it'll be nice to see Ammy again."
"And Foxy," Ruth added, a smile twitching his lips as he fought to retain a neutral expression.
"Foxy?" Rai's muzzle shot up, green eyes bright. "I thought we were here to stay with Amethyst?"
"Oh, we are..."
Raiyoku shook his head, knowing of the fox in question but never having met her in person. She was quite the pretty vixen, quick to correct him on a four-way Skype chat that she was a hybrid, boasting coyote blood that could have been forgotten if one solely focused on her traditional red fox colouring. Black fur took the place of any white that may have teased her form, the tip of her tail and belly painted with dark fur that that shone with good health and care. Last time he had seen her, on a group chat, he had worn her auburn hair tied back, a rim of purple eyeliner enhancing her already sultry demeanour. Amethyst had been most amused at her flirtation and Ruth was little better at concealing his smirks, feigning innocence. The white dragon sighed, slamming the car doors shut in hopes of rousing his mate from where he leaned upon the car, a faraway look in his eyes. Repeating his question for the third time, he still received no response and was forced to wave his paw in front of the dragon's muzzle. Rai blinked rapidly, a guilty flush creeping up his neck.
"Always with your mind on the vixens!" Ruth jabbed Rai in the ribs with the tip of his tail and the dragon yelped dramatically.
"I can't help it if you insist on surprising me," he grinned, taking his own suitcase and leading the way. "It's going to be an interesting weekend at least. Even more with how sly you are being."
Widening his eyes, Ruth padded behind his mate, eyes wandering up Raiyoku's swinging tail to his rump. Why should he not enjoy the view? Rai brushed a paw over his two black horns, which curved away from the rear of his skull, conscious of his watcher but belaying no complaint. He flapped his wings, stirring up a cluster of dry leaves that scattered against his legs as he approached the polished wood of the front door: it swung open at his touch.
"Hello?" He called out, peering into the dimly lit entrance hall. "Anyone around?"
Deeper within the cottage, someone yelped and a loud bang reverberated, swiftly followed by trilling laughter. Ruth ushered Rai into the hall and tucked the suitcases against the white wall, a narrow, pine staircase rising to the left while doors leading off the entrance hall promised entry to the living quarters. They had barely a second to stand in confusion as hooves clattered across floorboards and a chestnut mare tumbled through the far door, launching herself at the dragons with a shrill whinny.
"Hi!" Amethyst, the culprit, gasped, slightly out of breath from her headlong pelt as she wrapped her arms around each of her friends in turn. "We thought you were never going to get here!"
"You didn't make it easy for us," Ruth chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Your directions are not the best, Ammy."
"Oh, get off," she laughed, flicking her tail. "You got here, all right, didn't you? No fuss about it."
"Mhm, you could say," Rai tapped his snout, gazing skywards as if considering a serious matter. "There were a few...detours."
While Ruth protested that no such detours had occurred - and that the road through the fjord had been a scenic route - Amethyst guided them down a short hallway to the dual purpose living and dining room, which was indeed more spacious than the exterior had suggested. Gesturing to the table some distance behind the crimson sofa, she stepped lightly over to close the curtains, blocking out the twilight garden that was previously viewable through the patio doors. Amethyst had dressed casually for the evening in her usual slim jeans and a form-hugging, camouflage t-shirt, something that the dragons were glad for; a day or more of travelling did not leave anyone smart enough for a formal dinner.
"What was that bang just now?" Ruth grinned, settling into a chair and curling his tail between the back and the seat. "I don't think we can order takeaway if dinner bit the dust." The mare yelped, feigning offence, and swatted his side with her chestnut tail.
"The cheek of you!"
The conversation would have continued in a similar ilk, if not for the timely entrance of a certain vixen. Pausing in the door frame, kitchen to her back, she raised one heel-clad hind paw, tracing the toe up the opposite calf. Her fierce, red fur gleamed in the tasteful dining light and she folded her curves into the frame, all eyes drawn to her black, fashion leggings and violet shirt with a cowl neck. Her lips tightened marginally, the effect she had upon the silent, enraptured furs as glaring as sunlight in a cavern. Amethyst rolled her eyes.
"Yes, yes, honey, you're gorgeous," the mare tilted her muzzle. "Now stop teasing these poor lads."
"Don't spoil my fun," Foxy grinned, showing a flash of wicked teeth to rival that of the dragons, eyes alighting on Raiyoku. "I don't believe we have been officially introduced - in person, that is." Rai cleared his throat.
"Yes, I mean, no, no," he fumbled, cheeks heating up. "No, we have not met in person before, though Ruth said he'd met you when you were last visiting England."
"Yep!" Her black-tipped tail flicked against her thigh, the vixen stalking forward with the audible tap of heels on the hardwood floor. "It's been a while, but wonderful to see you again, Ruth!"
"I could say the same, though you should really play fair, Foxy," Ruth reprimanded, the twinkle in his eye impossible to ignore. He leaned forward, resting his chin upon two thoughtfully clasped paws. "I've had opportunity to resist your charms before, unlike my mate, who is...sorely tempted."
