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 work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Waffle took a breath, standing before the counter in the strange little shop. If the otter-bear was honest, the shop looked like it had been pulled from a medieval-fantasy novel or movie, with bubbling potions set behind the counter and shelves of old, dusty tomes. It almost looked like it was overdone for a made-up set and he rolled his eyes. The dragon must have staged it all like that to get customers in.
The dragon on the other side of the counter swung his red-scaled tail back and forth lightly, a mane of darker hair cascading down his head and the back of his neck. There was a more reptilian edge to his tail with the serrated upper edge, like that of a crocodile or something like that, and Waffle briefly wondered if the dragon had slipped into such a setting or was from another time entirely. He shook his head slowly and licked his lips, eyeing the otter-bear as if with a canny sense of speculation.
"I know what you seek," he said, slightly dragging the "s" sounds, though not enough that Waffle struggled to understand him. "A fertility spell... To think you wish to take the next step, to see your stomach rise with the swell of new life. I see a congratulations are in order."
Waffle pulled back slightly, his rounded ears twitching.
"Uh... Wait, how could you possibly know about that?" He asked, though suspicion coloured his tone. "I didn't even tell you what I wanted!"
"It's a fertility spell, dear," Pudge said slowly, though Waffle struggled to see if his lips were stretching into a smile or not. "It's obvious. You smell of need, of desire. You only need a little push to get there."
The dragon reached under the desk, rummaging for a moment, before pulling out a small scroll.
"This here is everything you seek," he said with a rap of his short claws on the wooden counter. "No more shall you seek fertility, for it will be in your grasp in but a moment. For a price, of course."
"Yes!"
The otter-bear snatched up the small, hand-sized scroll with glee, hugging it to his chest as his heart leapt.
"Oh, I don't care about the price -- anything will do," he declared, though that was probably not very smart of him. "I need this... I just do. Oh, thank you."
He paused, suddenly realising he'd snatched what he wanted off the counter without a second glance.
"Ah, but I do still need to pay, don't I? How much is it?"
"Don't worry yourself," the dragon said, stepping up with a smirk dancing along the lips of his long jaw. "I will collect my payment right now."
