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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Christmas Breeding
"Oh..."
The dragoness whimpered, twisting and writhing as she tangled herself up even further within the Christmas lights, the accursed things twinkling and sparkling as if they had any right to be so brightly lit when she was, quite literally, in such a bind. Sherian had dressed lightly, stripping off her heavy layers of outer clothing on entering her friend's house with a very special surprise in mind, although the shimmering blouse that she'd so liked before for how it fell down the slenderness of her torso now highlighted every line of her body in explicit detail.
And she had a very nice body for such fabric to be drawn taut and tight around, Sheri's breath catching as her blouse dragged down her shoulder, exposing pale grey skin that seemed to glitter in the right light. Her front was a lighter shade than her back but only marginally so and it was most certainly a part of her body that she took care to not expose unduly to anyone else, being a dragoness of a shyer and more private nature whenever possible. Sometimes, of course, she had to be a bit more outgoing and that was just when she may have left herself wrapped up as a 'present' for someone, but she would have taken a lot more boldness and confidence before actually doing something like that!
Maybe it was just as well that the decision had been well and truly taken out of her little paws then as there was little she could do as she hissed and tried to roll over, an arm pinned down to her leg as she tried and, rather spectacularly, failed to free herself. How could a little Christmas surprise possibly have gone so wrong? She'd known that Xyria hadn't had time to decorate for Christmas this year and, well, she'd just wanted to do a little something for hir too. Money, as it always was, was tight but the old decorations had still been up in the attic for when her family had had them put up each and every year, surplus to her requirements. And just what was she to do with them when her own home was already decked out to the nines in sparkles and Christmas glitter? In her mind, there was only one sensible answer that would also bring just a little bit of Christmas joy to another too.
But, fighting with the Christmas lights, she was more than just starting to regret that decision, grumbling as quietly to herself as she could as the silvery hair of her braid even managed to get the pointed end of a bulge wedged into it. Just how had she managed that? These things only seemed to happen to her!
She tried to be quiet, she really did, and at least was grateful that she'd managed to get the tree up before she'd tripped and, well, the rest really was history there. Sheri grunted and groaned and considered shouting for help, even though it was the dead of the night and Xyria would surely be sleeping, but the decision was taken quite surely from her hands as a thump from upstairs denoted the presence of the very dragon that she'd been striving to so impress.
Sherian muttered and slunk back sheepishly as much as she was able as the dragoness she'd been trying to impress slowly and sleepily lumbered hir way down the stairs. Xyria was not a particularly large fur but shi certainly had a curve to her that boasted strength, hir large breasts and hips lending a sure hourglass shape to hir figure that may, Sheri was quite sure, were mightily jealous of. The smaller dragoness always had felt a little overshadowed by hir but Xyria's kind, if a little saucy nature, had been more than enough to smooth over any awkwardness that may have ever arisen, if at all.
Massaging some lingering soreness from the flight from the back of hir neck, Xyria ducked hir head to avoid rapping hir large, ram-like horns on the low doorframe, closer and closer to the quarry that shi had not even known had existed before rising from slumber, scales glowing faintly in the dim light as shi advanced towards a room that, very strangely, glowed like hir body but with red and blue and yellow. Whereas hir scales were a sharp, bright blue, the lights glanced off hir body even as shi edged closer and closer, breath tightening in hir throat at the lure of something just a little bit more erotic than any dragoness could have had the right to hope for on hir homecoming.
But sometimes good things did happen to good dragons and shi would be amiss to not enjoy the sexy surprised inadvertently laid out for hir...would she not?
"What..."
The blue dragoness rounded the corner into the living room, pausing to take in the scene laid out before hir, although it was hardly one that shi could have expected on Christmas morning, still jet-lagged from travel and rubbing sleep from hir eyes. The furniture was askew, sofa shoved back against the wall, and it was the space where the armchair usually sat that Sheri had, rather ambitiously, wrestled free for the tree to go up. Tinsel lay strewn around the smartly modern, if comfortingly styled, living room but the room had little sense that Xyria was home all that often to it. That was where Sheri had hoped to come in, at least for the holiday season and she would have done a fine job of it too if her natural clumsiness and shyness had not come together at the very worst of times and most certainly in the very worst of ways!
"Hey," she murmured sheepishly, lips pulling in a smile that was lacking in good humour. "I meant to have everything up for you... Oh, it was meant to be fun! Did I wake you? No, that's silly, of course, I woke you. Xyria, just... So silly..."
Sheri sighed, the larger dragoness grinning as hir paws slowly drifting to hir hips. For the first time, Sheri actually took note that the dragoness was naked, her blush deepening further as heat seared wantonly down her neck. It was not entirely unusual for Xyria to walk around naked in the seclusion of hir own home, of course, but it was odd for hir to not try to put some space between hir and a friend when the moment presented itself awkwardly so. No... Sheri knew just what it meant as hir blue, twisting and spiralling markings shifted to a deep purple that could have been mistaken for black by an untrained eye. And the knowledge of that sent a thrum to her heart and loins that she would have been embarrassed to admit if she had even ever been asked to speak such a thing out loud.