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..."
