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 dragon squirmed, breathing raking through his small, puckered nostrils over and over again and yet it never seemed to be anywhere near enough to soothe the burning from his lungs. The room around Silver was pretty simple but it was not set up like a bedroom that would have brought a sense of eroticism to his loins, legs spread as he lay on his back on a plush bed indeed, spread-eagled with his paws tied, very securely, to each corner.
Silver had thought about untying the knots; that should have been the first thing that any self-respecting dragon thought of doing, much less one that looked as fearsome as he did with his large horns pointing straight back and thick mane of dark hair spilling down the back of his neck. The knots, however, had been tucked away from prying claws and he cursed under his breath, sweating beneath a new shirt that had been bought for the party and, well, now seemed like it was going to be worn for a first in a very new kind of activity.
How had he gotten caught up in this? He flushed red even through his light scales, eyes downcast and lips parted, tongue drooling out as if he had suddenly lost all control of the muscles that could have retracted it back into his mouth. His eyes gave the illusion of glowing in the darkness, with their red hue, and he eyed the figure silhouetted against the window warily, some sounds of the party, which was still very much in full swing, drifting up from the rooms below. But, of course, anyone who disappeared off to a bedroom during such a party was only going to ever be assumed to be having a splendid time so that was hardly any comfort that someone may be able to hear him.
No... Whether he liked it or not (he probably was, actually, going to like it rather a lot), Silver was all alone bar the not so innocent face that had brought him up there to begin with.
The seductress who had lured him there was dressed in less than him but he still felt more vulnerable before her, guts churning with conflicted need. A small, petite mouse, she giggled as if caught by some joke that he was not privy to, her grey ears twitching and pink, fleshy tail curling around her ankle. Despite her demeanour, her sparkling eyes held not one bit of shyness and the latex ensemble that cupped and pushed up her breasts in a slender corset would have drawn the eye of any male, not just him. The panties, well, those had not been on show when she'd lured him with the sway of her small hips alone into the bedroom but the slip of shiny latex barely covered anything now as she flirted back and forth, quivering in sheer anticipation.
But in anticipation of what? Ah, that was something that he was still, very much, to find out...
The mouse bobbed and teased him, trailing her paw over his front and down the line of his stomach as if she was going to go further -- but now quite yet. Everything, of course, was going to be done on her terms and she had no worry of what she was going to do to him. Ah, the dragon indeed had been slippery of tongue with a few drinks in him and, even as he sobered up, the tightness of excitement lining his body rang through to an experienced eye, as much as she moved like a youngster who had never before held a whip in her paw. But Sweetie had always thought to herself that there were different strokes for different folks and this kind of domination (and the, so very sweet, resulting submission, of course) did not always have to come with a snarl and the crack of a bullwhip. And, sometimes, especially with her, it even came with a giggle and a bounce.
