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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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Silver snarled, slashing at the darkness, though there was nothing there of any semblance that his claws could cut through, no matter how much he tried. The darkness took form in the dead of the night, the creature of the underworld snarling back in turn, showing itself only as a set of gnashing fangs that were gone as soon as they appeared. The demon in the dark growled and he lunged, though even the dragon's silver scales were dulled under the cover of darkness, the rain starting to fall as a storm rolled and rumbled, threatening lightning.
That wouldn't stop them as mud sloshed around his bare hind paws, claws digging into the slop of it. He snarled, jaws parted, tongue flickering back and forth, though all he could taste was the moistness of the ground, the wetness of the world about him with rain trickling into his eyes. She was there, he was sure of it, the demoness he'd hunted... But it was not going to plan.
"Show yourself!" He roared, fists raised, tail swinging out for balance. "Or is hiding in the shadows more your style?"
Ah, a taunt, but a demoness such as her had heard many of those before, her rasping chuckle winding about him like a tease of sentient wind. It twined around his dark horns and Silver spat, twisting away from her grasp, lungs tight, no matter how he gulped, drawing as much breath into his lungs as he could. He was going to need it.
"Sweet, dragon... Did you think you could fend me off?"
The demoness smirked, taking the form of a dragon, though she was much larger than him, at least twice his size. Cursing fluently, colourfully, though it was hardly the time for that, Silver stepped back, not ready to admit his defeat. The trees loomed around, sealing them away from civilisation, the real world, in a clearing of sorts, though there was no one close enough to hear his bellows if... Well, he wasn't going to think about that.
The dragoness was compiled of pure darkness, wispy and smoky as if she could fall apart at any second, though there was no one stronger than her. She was a foe that Silver could not hope to take on and yet he still did, lunging for her with his jaws agape, a roar of challenge there.
The tussle was shorter than he would have been proud to admit but any dragon brave enough to stand up to a demoness roiling with black magic should have received due accolades regardless of the outcome. He turned and struck, raking his claws through her, spilling hissing, spitting fluid that may have counted as blood in her case, though she was faster, following him, dominating him with her body. What she lacked in speed, at her size, she made up for in brute force that even Silver could not have hoped to match, slamming him down into the mud.
And then it was over, the dragon winded, struggling to get up even through the ripping pain, the lack of breath. His guts churned and he thought for a moment that he was about to lose his stomach, though it would have been washed away by the growing storm if so, rain streaming down his muzzle. The blaze of his red eyes, however, was still clear to see as she leaned over him, relishing in all that she had stolen, a dark slap of a tongue lashing out against the side of her muzzle.
"Let me show you what I do with mortal weaklings like you..."
It should not have been so, the dragoness pinning him, a clawed paw around his throat, tightening. He hacked and spluttered, clawing at her wrist, though the pressure was such that his vision shook and juddered, greying out as she held him there, her bare form moving over him. In hindsight, he supposed that there was no reason for her to wear clothes but he didn't either when he was out on the hunt, their scales pressed together.
Exhaling slowly, she fed her breath into him, squeezing the corners of his lips to force him to open wide. His pupils dilated and, without a drop of his will and consent, Silver's shaft slowly parted the slit at the base of his belly, swelling to life. It throbbed up thick and full even as he gulped and looked down at it, bewildered, the pleasure building as she arched and ground what lay between her legs along his length.
"What..."
"Oh, you don't need to know that."
Crushing his face into the mud with the flat of her paw, she dispassionately turned him aside, ignoring the growl rumbling forth. All it took was a roll of the demoness' hips and his shaft was inside her, a good size despite the difference in their sizes: that had only been to force him to submit anyway, tired of toying with him. She rode his cock, slamming down, uncaring for Silver's pleasure, the drake hissing and snarling, though he was soon forced to close his muzzle as his efforts only slopped thick mud into his mouth.
Writhing helplessly, the dragon spat out mouthful after mouthful of mud, the storm crackling above, lightning illuminating the clouds somewhere high above. That world was no longer part of his, however, with the twisting, smoky form of the dragoness above him, blocking out most of his vision. She was all that mattered in that moment and the survival of the moment, clawing and clinging to it in any way that he could.
Yet her sex... Silver clenched his jaws against the groan, hating how his body responded, though raw sensation could not be denied. Her cunt clenched and rippled around him, abusing his cock as she fucked him, for there could be no other term for it as her hips cracked down to him time after time again. A snarl built in the back of his throat but he refused to let it out, digging at the mud, clawing at her, though her smoky, roiling form, wisps of darkness fluttering away and back to her constantly, was not to be dissuaded so easily.
