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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Lyla always seemed to end up with Sasha when her husband was away. It wasn't that she didn't have anything else to do, not at all, but she didn't want to spend all her time at home doing chores and keeping house after being at work all day. She could have used the time to pursue her hobbies, but there was nothing like being with her friend when she needed to release a special kind of desire within her.
She was a different kind of dragon, scaled but with very soft scales that, to the touch, more often than not felt like skin. That could have been the numerous lotions that she oiled her scales with, daily, but Lyla had always been different, even at her old school, many, many years back, other dragons more rough and tumble than her delicacy. She had softened over the years, but her black and orange markings, coming down her shoulders and back, the upper lines of her arms and thighs, even the top sides of her feet, were reminiscent of koi fish. The base of her scales, of course, was an off-white, though the exact shade of that changed depending on the time of year and the amount of sunlight that she got on her skin.
Even her horns were different. They would not have looked out of place on a red deer, though they were a little more upright and a little more pointed back from her head, rather than spreading and fanning out majestically like those of a true deer. She was a dragon through and through, but more elegant, her breasts large and full but perfectly in proportion to the curves of her body. Whereas most of the dragons where she lived were of the more typical Western variety, she showed many traits of her Eastern heritage, completed in a long, sinuous tail with a thickly rounded tip.
"Mmm..."
Sasha moaned into the kiss, coaxing Lyla to open her mouth wider, twining their tongues together as they made out, long and low. It was hard for the dragoness to think about anything other than the moment as she leaned into the touch. The little sounds that Sasha made were intoxicating, her tongue twisting around and around.
And, to think, that it might not have happened between them at all if she hadn't had a few drinks one night with Sasha, letting slip that she had more than a little "pent-up energy" of a certain kind. Her husband, even back then, had been working so hard and so focused on travelling for work to further his career that it, in the end, had taken him further and further away from her heart.
And her bed. That was one of the hardest things for Lyla, but she had a good marriage otherwise, even if she was sure that the affection and undoubtedly their sex life had died. The bond was there, but it was different. She just needed something, that kind of closeness with someone else, even though Sasha was not a partner to her like her husband had been. Despite the changes in her marriage, Lyla didn't want to end it, considering that they had a child together. In fact, that was how she had met Sasha as her son was friends with her son, Kao.
It was funny how things worked out like that, but Lyla was more than happy to take things as they were, day by day. And that was more than enough for her.
Sasha had been the one to help her explore and, honestly, it was far from the first time that they had been together. That night, Sasha's adult children out for the evening, she kissed Sasha passionately, running her paws over the blue dragoness' scales, though Sasha was still wearing a rather fetching nightie. It had lace over the shoulders and around the bottom hem as an embellishment, the light blue fabric interwoven with something that sparkled and brought even more of a highlight than before to the dragon's eyes. Her black horns shone with horn oil, though it had been Lyla, that time, who had helped her polish them.
"Mmm, I missed this," Lyla said, grunting softly in the back of her throat, though she only broke the kiss enough to talk, still close enough so that her breath tickled the other dragoness' lips. "It's so good to be close to someone...to you...again..."
Sasha chuckled faintly, her voice a little darker and raspier, though she had not smoked in her life. It just suited her better than a higher-pitched girlish giggle and was the way that she had always been. Lyla was down to her bra and panties, though Sasha had not even paused to really take in what she was wearing, merely enjoying the moment, the closeness of having another warm dragon body so near and tender. Her husband was not in the picture and had not been for some time, though Sasha still felt that she had everything that she needed there for herself, especially with her two beautiful dragon children.
"Mmph?"
Sasha blinked, drawing back a little as the front door opened. She would have continued, for the only one that it could be was Kao, but Lyla stiffened instantly. Even her tail fell away from where it had been curled sinuously and sensually around hers, tensing, every muscle in her body locking up.
"Sasha..." She whispered, eyes darting back and forth, heart hammering. "Who's there? I thought you said we'd be alone tonight..."
To her surprise, however, Sasha only grinned and leaned back on the bed, her head tilted to the side. Even though Lyla was on the edge of snatching up her clothes and leaping for the window (she might have been a bit too old, to be fair, to pull off a move like that but it still flashed through her mind), Sasha didn't seem put out at all.
"Listen," Sasha said, holding up a paw. "It's okay."
And she was right too, for there was no one there that was about to just storm into Sasha's room and take over like they owned the place. Well, not anyone that wasn't welcome there already, that was... But, as Sasha anticipated, no one even came into the bedroom, but instead made their way down the hallway to the bathroom. A click of the door and a few moments later, the only additional sound that could be heard in the house was the rushing hiss of the shower running.
"See?"
Sasha smiled, putting her paws on Lyla's shoulder, though she swore she could hear Lyla's heart pounding even through the trembling vibrations of her body.
"It's all okay, it's just Kao," she said, trying to reassure her, even though it had slipped her mind prior. "He said that he might be home late tonight, but he won't bother us, don't worry."
Lyla squirmed, looking down, her paws in her lap as if she could cover her body and look perfectly innocent through that alone.
"But what if we get caught?" She whispered, lips barely parted. "I... I don't know... Nobu is his friend, Kao might tell him!"
"Look..." Sasha slid back, making sure that Lyla had a bit of space in which to feel comfortable on the bed, even though there could really have been no doubt truly about what they had been doing, if they were walked in on. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to while Kao is around, don't worry about it. It's just fun and we're friends! Look, I'll get you one of my dressing gowns..."
That helped a little and Lyla exhaled a sigh of relief as she leaned back a little, putting her head on one of Sasha's pillows, the satin dressing gown coming down to just above her knees. It helped to feel a bit more covered up than she had been before and Sasha pouring a glass of wine from the bottle that they had put in there earlier, in a bucket of ice from the kitchen, helped a little more too.
"I'm sorry," Lyla said, but smiled all the same. "You must think I'm so silly sometimes, but it can be a bit sensitive, you know. I don't want things to go rough at home, though I do wonder if my husband too..."
"Yeah." Sasha smiled and put her paw on her friend's shoulder, fingers curling around the firm muscle there, a glass of wine in her other paw. "It can be tricky, right? But you guys both have to look after your needs and you're doing the best you can. We all are."
That was as far as Lyla was willing to go into that, a bit of a closed book when it came to tackling things with her husband, but, well, it was not as if everything had to be ripped out into the light of day. Some things were best left unsaid when there wasn't anything special there to be said, after all.
