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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Karissa smiled as she walked down the street, attracting the usual stares that didn't bother her anymore. It had been more of a thing for a young dragoness in high school a few years back to be ogled as she simply walked along by, going about her business just like any other fur in the world, but she could not blame them, not really. Children had been cruel but there was nothing anyone could do to stop her or say that she should not be out living her life simply because, well...her figure was a little different to that of others.
Her white scales: those were quite normal, prettily normal. Brown horns too were just what Karissa had been born with, pointing up like the corners of her lips so often were. The sun glanced off her pink hair and large, feathered wings (although she had long ago lost the ability to fly with them) and she hummed a tune to herself, a sway and a bob to her step as she paced by the park, one ear 'pricked' to catch the sounds of ducks and geese splashing away. Someone was probably feeding them in there; she'd have to remember to get a bag of bread or seed for them next time, something that they'd like to eat, although she was sure that they most certainly were not wanting for any kind of food as the months warmed up, edging softly into summer.
But it was her chest, to be crass, that drew the most attention. It was fair enough, really, even though most ladies didn't like their breasts to be stared at, but the dragoness had been a H-cup back when she had started dating her sweetheart in high school, which was bad enough and big enough for a growing teenager. Getting all the way up to a P-cup too by the time she'd graduated with her sweetheart (oh, how she adored him!) was an interesting challenge for graduation photos but the two of them had made it work, arm in arm with caps on and gowns on and her chest, well and truly, taking centre stage. No one, however, could take away Karissa's achievements regardless of how her body looked and she'd learned to embrace her body fully, enjoying all it had to give her and allowing and encouraging her lover, Ricky, to play with them as much as he desired.
Ah, Ricky... She couldn't keep the smile from her lips just thinking of him, tail flicking as she hastened along her way, breasts bobbing with the sway and movement of her body all the way. Her kangaroo boyfriend that she'd been with for years, even moving away with her so that they could go to the same college together. He was really special like that, always putting her first above all else, and he had been the first to reassure her that she was beautiful just the way she was. The brown kangaroo with reddish tints to his fur across his shoulders and dorsal stripe had an easy smile, as quiet and studious as she was, and they had fit together so kindly that no one who knew them could have imagined them ever not being together, they worked that well with one another.
And there was something in particular that very day that she wanted to coax her lover into, although she was quite sure that it wouldn't take all that much to get his paws on her again. The dragoness giggled lightly to herself, tail swishing, and imagined just how good his lips felt on her breasts all over again, trying to close over an oversized nipple. He had been able to suckle those into his mouth before at one point but it had been difficult even back then, the kangaroo quiet by nature and, truly, never being one to open his mouth all that widely. He liked to stay on the sidelines but his passion came out in the bedroom as they had their first times with one another, coming together sweetly and learning just what each other liked and disliked, experimenting and pushing things just a little bit further whenever they felt comfortable with just how they were with each other. It was her breasts, however, that really came into their own in the realm of lust and Karissa embraced all the pleasures that they could hold for her, much larger than her torso and surely set to become even larger than her whole body, growing continuously. Unless she intervened somehow via severe, drastic medical means, they would grow for her entire life but she didn't worry too much when there were so many other things to do and enjoy. They were still growing, of course, but her breasts very much were as much a part of her identity as her passions in life were and Ricky loved them too.
Ricky loved her and he loved them, her body and all that she was in the intricacy of herself. Karissa chirped to herself, bouncing lightly on her hind paws as she made her way to the steps that led to the squashed little townhouse student accommodation (really, they had been lucky to get a place nearly to themselves with only another roommate who was, at that time, away visiting family). It was perfect, all just simply perfect! He wouldn't deny her -- as if he ever had! -- and her scales already tingled at the thought of his touch, his fingers sliding down beneath her breasts, cradling and feeling out the luscious weight of them. Besides, it was her birthday. And, of course, Ricky wanted to make her happy. In fact, the 'roo wanted to see her so very happy indeed that he would do absolutely everything and anything that she asked of him.
And she couldn't wait to see just the look on his face as he saw what she had in store for him too!
The door swung open and she edged inside carefully, her breasts making it a little more difficult to squeeze through the doorway. Had they grown a lot more in recent weeks? Her clothes strained around them a little more each and every day, seemingly, but sometimes that could be put down to Ricky mixing up the laundry again, as he was known to accidentally shrink things from time to time. When she was ever growing out of her clothes, it wasn't all that much of a problem for Karissa though.
"Karissa? Karrie? Is that you?"
She couldn't quite tell where his voice was coming from but it could only be Ricky, the dragoness hastily closing the door on her own heels with the tip of her tail. At least that part of her was still somewhat mobile!
"Of course, it's me," she called back sweetly, dropping her shopping bags by the door to be dealt with later. "It's the birthday dragon!"
It was not something that she would have said to anyone else, being so shy, but Ricky brought out her playful side, the side of her that wanted to be flirty and cute and, sometimes, just a little bit more promiscuous than she may have otherwise have been without him. He really brought out the best side to her and her heart flip-flopped sweetly as he stuck his head out of the little downstairs kitchen, wiping off his paws on a towel with sheer warmth and love glowing from his hazelnut eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart."
Her smile softened, eyes crinkling in warmly at the edges, as the kangaroo folded her gently into his arms. Ricky could not, of course, hold her like a normal fur would but they had long ago worked out just how to allow their bodies to mould in against one another, fitting together like two jigsaw pieces -- even if, admittedly, they had to think a little bit more about what they were doing even in the course of normal embraces and 'lovings'.
But nothing would ever compare to his arms around her, in the small of her back as his chin rested cheekily on her large bosom, eyes wide and imploring.
"And how was your day, darling?"
He meant it and genuinely so too, something that the other femfurs at her place of work always complained that the males (or sometimes their female or other mates too) did not do for them.
"It was wonderful..." She purred, eyes half-lidded as the lightest curl of smoke trailed up from her nostrils. "But it's going to be even better when you give me my super special birthday gift..."
The kangaroo grinned, nose twitching. Wasn't she a saucy one now when she wanted to be?
"Oh? And just what would that be? You surely didn't find what I bought for you already now, did you?"
But it was just a joke and a little bit of a game that played back and forth between them, Ricky drawing her in closer even as his muzzle made a little indent into her breasts, only lightly resting there. Karissa could not resist leaning in for a kiss, tipping forward onto her toes and trusting him to both bear and catch her weight if it became so urgently required. Her lips found his as if they were meant to be there and he moaned into her, ears quivering in surprise but he still leaned in against her to return the kiss all the same, tongues flickering up and out to brush against one another tenderly as they came together in the way that only true lovers ever could.
Yet it had to be broken, if only for a moment, their hearts pounding and lusts up, panting ever so slightly more than they had been before. Winking with a little jiggle of her chest and her hips (both kind of went hand in hand when it came to that, all parts of her interconnected), she curled her tail around his wrist, towing him lightly after her, back towards the stairs.
"Follow me."
Swinging her tail back and forth as she ascended the stairs, the dragon forced her lover to follow the sway of her hips, a siren and a seductress both rolled into one. Wearing clothes only meant that he was incited to undress her sweetly with his eyes and Ricky was already hard and blushingly wanting by the time they reached the bedroom, tail tucked down as much for balance as for some semblance of support, for that was just what it was there for. Karissa, however, constantly threw him off-balance and off-kilter in the very best of ways, leaning back against the bedroom door with a sultry grin pulling at her lips, the smoke curling from her nostrils simply impossible to ignore.
"Oh, love..."
She undid the buttons on her shirt -- a ladies blouse that was the easiest, tailored item to fit over her overly large chest -- one by one, forcing him to draw his eye down and down and down. Ricky held his breath, suppressing a groan that he didn't really have to hide from her, although he did not want to break the magic of the scene. Karissa purred and parted her lips, releasing her breasts in a swathe of pink, satin lingerie that caught the light in a shimmering line, the curtains drawn so that the bedroom softened in a glow that cast off the glare of the outside world. It was hard enough to find lingerie to fit her at the best of times but the custom-made set hugged her figure, supporting her breasts to the extent that that was possible, nipples pushing lightly through the fabric in an easily discernible shape that could not be mistaken for anything else.
