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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The crimson dragon sighed and ran his paw back over the soft, pliable spines atop his head, which took the place of a typical fur's hair. Pyros preferred the style by far, even if his wife, Anna, had long, flowing locks the same colour as his scales. Pausing, Pyros shook his head. No, that was wrong. Her hair was by far more vibrant and glossy than his scales could ever be, a cascading, shimmering waterfall of hair that he ran his fingers through over and over again as he pushed his achingly hard shaft into her.
Shivering, the dragon stifled a moan, taking the first step up the short garden path to the house he shared with his beautiful wife. Time apart was said to make the heart grow fonder, but he could not deny the spring in his step at the thought of seeing the mountain lion's tan muzzle again, lips perked up in that smile that made his heart beat just a little bit harder. And, if he was lucky, she'd make his heart skip a beat too.
Yes, it was good to be back from the convention. Work and catching up could wait while he made love to his Anna. The cougar had surely missed him as much as he'd missed her!
Pyros grinned and fumbled with his keys as he re-entered his home, the familiar scent of vanilla candles tickling his nostrils once again. He was barely all the way over the threshold before he called out to his wife, tail swinging out to thwap against the wall of the admittedly narrow hallway.
"Anna? Anna? Are you home? The car's in the driveway."
He didn't know why he felt the need to note the car in the driveway -- what else did he expect? -- but he padded on, poking his head into the living room and the kitchen in turn as his confusion grew. Not a cushion was out of place, the chocolate-box styled living room immaculate as if his wife had spent the day cleaning, even though he knew she loathed it. Even the kitchen appeared as if not a single meal had been prepared in the last week, it was simply that spotless.
His brow furrowed. Had she been spending her time elsewhere or eating out? Pyros rubbed his head and turned for the stairs. Well, she had to be somewhere.
Hang on... The dragon froze. Had he missed something?
Not one car in the driveway... The gears in his head worked even as he ascended the stairs, head pounding. Two cars. There had been two cars. And he hadn't known who the second car belonged to. The pickup truck was something new, something none of Anna's friends would have been caught dead driving. Or so he thought.
He gulped. If Anna hadn't been in the living room or the kitchen, then where was she? But his question was soon to be answered. A soft, thumping noise drove him on, paws finding the route he had, perhaps, always known he would have to take on returning home, though he could never have anticipated what he found.
Pushing open the door to their bedroom, the dragon sucked in a breath that did nothing to soothe the sudden ache in his lungs.
A muscled American Pit Bull snarled as he pounded the cougar into the bed, Pyros' wife letting loose a yowl that she seemed to have been containing since he'd first entered the house. The white dog with brown patches, one over his left eye, growled like a feral beast, stripped down to his bare fur as his muscled ass worked to drive into the screaming feline. Anna clawed at his arms, crying out for more as Pyros stood in the doorway, unable to either move further into the realm of debauchery or leave it entirely, shock gripping his frame.
Her green eyes locked onto his as the canine bent her legs further back over her body, the cougar on her back as he filled her cunt with a shaft that Pyros could never have hoped to compare to. That thick piece of dog meat with the still unformed knot at the base would have begged anyone's attention, ploughing into Anna like he owned her. Even as he watched, breath stuck in his tight, sore throat, something stirred in the pit of his stomach that he could not explain.