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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The Puerto Rican Grand Prix was the highlight of the season for all racing aeromorphs, marking the end of the racing season for the Prop Driven division and the Helicopter division. Tensions had been high but there was little there that could stand in their way as they crossed the finish line, the cheers of the crowd at the spectacle that they were privileged to see roaring in their ears.
But after the races were done and the champagne had all been sprayed, the aeromorphs retreated to the private lounges that only they could access, complete with large, comfortable sofas and plenty of refreshments. There was even a masseuse and oiling service in an adjoining room if that was required, though it was not a mechanical fix. Any deeper engineering, of course, would have to take place in the hangars or workshop, depending on what it was that needed taking care of.
But Ciara Blackwell, a Mi-24 Hind, didn't care about that. She was there to relax, a large flute of champagne in hand, though she dimly knew in the back of her mind that flutes were not typically used where champagne came from. She'd picked that up from somewhere or the other, though it was not a fact that she wanted to divulge at that time. Her exterior was a sleek grey at that time with a darker shade covering her front and her breasts, red bands around her legs and arms. Of course, all aeromorphs who raced were naked, her breasts on show even if it was perfectly normal. Her shaft, however, was concealed inside, hiding that she was a hermaphrodite until Ciara chose to share it. It was not something that, all that often, she chose to keep hidden...
Kyōfū Matsubara, a Kyūshū J7W Shinden, had not escaped her attention, with the propeller on her backside and her sharp, sleek blue colouring. She shifted her weight a little nervously, intimidated by the larger aeromorph who was a good foot taller than her, probably even more than that. She was a little more on the petite side for the female division at only five foot three, but Ciara had a more imposing presence about her. And her winning streak... Wow, was it impressive!
There was nothing that Ciara had to give in ill-meaning, however, merely the intensity of her being as she locked her life onto racing. Sometimes that came off in ways other than what she intended.
"That was a good run you had," she said with a smile, raising a glass to toast Kyōfū, "and I'm sure you're excited for next season too!"
"Oh... Yes!" Kyōfū jolted, eyes sliding out the large windows, though it was hard for her to keep a smile off her face too. "Yes... Yes, it'll be a good season, though I wish it could go on for longer though... You know? It always feels like there's nothing to do when racing comes to an end!"
The larger aeromorph's eyes gleamed as she stood, setting her flute aside.
"Have you thought about what you want to do in the meantime?"
"Oh, I'll probably stay with family, get in some family time," Kyōfū murmured, bubbly and yet intimidated. "It'll be good to see all of them again..."
"Then how about a little celebration before heading back there?" Ciara grinned. "I'm sure I can give you plenty to do."
Kyōfū was just about to ask what Ciara meant when the larger aeromorph stepped back, rubbing her crotch, letting the spill of her cock swell forth. The hard rock of dark aeromorph breeding pole left nothing to the imagination as she revelled in every inch of it, thick and long, large enough to make anyone who was not up for such a challenge to quake at the knees.
"Oh..." Kyōfū clutched her hands to her chest, eyes wide, though not even she could hide the grin that flickered up and pulled at her lips. "I... Well..."
