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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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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She pushed too far. Flux should have known that. But, by the time the Eastern dragon realised that, it was far, far too late.
The petite hare-dragon had a handle on using magic, something that most people in the world could do, but...not quite in the way that she should have. She was of moderate height, though it was not as if that was going to matter by the end of it all, her long, upright ears adding to her height if one was only glancing at her swiftly. With rich blue hair with a touch of green in it, though it was not quite turquoise, it matched the fluffy insides of her ears and her paws, her long, like-coloured hair braided where it hung down far past her buttocks. The bulk of the hare-dragon's fur was of a dark and a light grey, sliced, sharp markings cutting down the length of her thickly furred tail. The blue of her paws stopped just after her wrists, leaving the rest of her arms with a thick fluff of fur up to her elbows, where it grew a bit lighter and smoothed down, allowing the light muscle definition to show through.
Yet her appearance was not why Flux was there in a skirt that allowed her tail free range of movement and a long, flowing blouse that, while of a modern cut, was still reminiscent of the times when magic was in more common use around the world and beyond. She took a breath, standing before the mountainside cave, even if she knew that the occupant of the cave was only there sometimes.
"This time..."
Flux had tracked him, however, and knew that he was in residence there that time, rather than his more modern home, which had all the comforts needed -- even if for a feral.
Dropping to a crouch, she drew a rune in the sandy ground before his cave, which glowed and lifted, rising as a little ball of blue light until she cupped it in her hand, capturing it for herself.
She smiled, though she had never anticipated going after such a strong familiar before.
"He'll never see this coming. Or...he'll understand. I know he will."
She'd always wanted a sentient -- no, that wasn't the word. Sapient -- she'd always wanted a sapient pet, a powerful familiar of a sort, though perhaps the hare-dragon had been reading too many old books about magic, how the way of the world had been once upon a time. And the dragon was the perfect charge for her, now that her skills in binding and shrinking magic had adapted...
And she needed him, desperately so, or else she would never have pushed so far so soon with her magic. The head council had taken note of her and how quickly her magic was growing...and they weren't well-known for being sensible when there was a supposed threat. She didn't want them to do anything hasty with her, not at all. So...if she gained enough power with a familiar of great strength to aid and guide her, she would be able to negotiate rather than scramble to manage.
It was not foolproof... Yet Flux did not feel as if she had much of a choice, not at all.
What Flux did not know was that two fates were aligning, that the creature within the cave was an ally beyond the likes of anything that she could have ever imagined. And she was not to leave that day being put in her place but finding that she had taken a step up in the powers of the world.
Without announcing herself (she had to be quiet, exuding a confidence that did not quite sit right in her heart), she stalked inside the cave, bristling with excitement, the sandy soil turning to rock under her feet, clad in leather sandals that left her toes and claws exposed, which was for the best, considering that they would have torn through most normal footwear. And there was the dragon, sprawled out comfortably over a perch of mossy rocks that looked quite as if they had been put there solely for his perusal: for all she knew, the beast had done so himself and fitted the cave to his preferences. The walls were clad in precious gemstones, the smallest of which was cut and polished and larger than her head, her fingers itching to get them into her grasp. All that magical power and energy stored in them... Oh, Flux could take that for her own too!
Once she had the dragon by her side, an obedient pet and familiar. He would help her.
The dragon, however, did not seem at all perturbed by her presence, merely yawning and stretching out his forelegs over his mossy perch, his long tail curling around the front of them. He was big, bigger than she was, so much so that he took her breath away, though he was not of the usual, scaled type of dragons that Flux was most familiar with. He was thickly furred all over with a ruff over his shoulders that almost looked like wings, though it was just a part of the long mane of red fur that trailed down his spine from the point of it emerging between his horns.
Two red horns arched beautifully back over his head, rising from just above his eyes, his ears long and curved like those of a rabbit too, though the dragon was far from that. He was an Eastern dragon, his body long and lean and powerful with strong hind legs and big, crimson claws that gave the appearance of having been dipped in blood. Flux shivered keenly, suppressing her glee at finally having him in her sights. For all she knew, he had just made a kill.
The dragon raised his head, surveying her as he lapped the side of his white muzzle gently, his markings shifting through white on his muzzle and cheek, running down his chest, underbelly and a slice that curved up from the upper half of his foreleg and shoulder to the point of his loins. His markings seemed designed to distract the eye, even down to the red slices, like arrows, on his legs, pointing down towards those claws. His forepaws, however, were almost hand-like, even though he was a feral, suggesting a greater level of dexterity than what Flux had anticipated.
That was exciting.
Flux took a breath, pushing down her nerves. There was no time for them, not then, not ever, not as she drew on every scrap of bravado that she had in her. It may have not been "her" -- not really -- but she had to do it. She had to be the femfur that she needed to be, all to keep everything right.
Or else everything might well come crashing down.
Without allowing him a chance to speak, she called her magic to her, red and blue swirling around and around, crackling with yellow lances of sparking energy, as if the magic she was using had become electrified. She raised her voice, clearing her throat as her ears twitched.
"Dragon..."
"Cassidy," he said, his voice a low, throaty rumble. "You should know to address a dragon by their name, small one."
"Small?" The hare-dragon bristled, her nerves on edge. "Hah! You won't be saying that when you're bound to me. I'm going to take good care of you, don't you worry, but I need a powerful ally on my side to further my magic skills. I'm here to strike a deal with you, dragon."
