Pushing Limits

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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Pushing Limits

"This is taking forever..."

Chris sighed, leaning back in the bus seat, although it was fair enough to say that she ached after already being on the vehicle for some time already. What was it, one hour or two hours? She rolled her shoulders back, staring at the ceiling, some of their bags poking out of the overhead storage compartment. The dragoness hadn't thought that she'd brought that much along with her but, clearly she hadn't been right on that count as other passengers on the bus had grumbled about her having too much luggage while her companion, thankfully, only brought the one, the essentials. To Chris, however, pretty much everything was essential, which was a problem in itself.

Frowning, she poked at the buttons of her gaming console, losing interest quickly as she always did. The dragoness' white scales faded down into a stretch of grey that ran all the way from the join of her throat to her neck under her clothes and to her crotch, only that part of her was not on show, of course, while on the bus. Her blue hair may have been brushed and styled when they'd left earlier that morning but no way was that going to remain smoothed neatly into place as she leaned back and twisted one way and then another, her Game Boy clutched between her hands. She wriggled in her seat and sprawled across her friend, the black and yellow drake who she was moving with, though he was a little more of a friend with benefits than literally "just a friend".

He was a little taller than her, though not by much, striking in black and yellow scales with the yellow of the plate-scales reaching down his front, just like hers. Ernesto, however, did not have hair like her but more plates reaching down his back from a crest atop his head, interlocking as if, in olden times, they may have been something that the drake used as some form of protection. Of course, there was no need for that kind of protection in modern times, much less for a dragon who was big enough to defend himself, even in his late twenties.

In the early part of his career, experimenting with what jobs worked best for him, Ernesto was not to be pinned down by anything, which was exactly why Chris and he were able to up sticks and move several hours away to a new home without worrying about what they were leaving behind. And just what could have possibly been to worry about with the world open before them?

Slipping into a nap, Ernesto breathed slowly and deeply, drifting in and out of consciousness as Chris looked at him and looked at him again, sliding her gaze between him and the screen of her Game Boy. Was there nothing more entertaining to do on the road? He'd said he'd stay awake to keep her company and she frowned, the tip of her tail wiggling back and forth like that of a cat that had been caught out too long without its nap.

"Hey."

He barely stirred. Chris' frown deepened, ears flicking down against her head, though they protruded far back from her head, just like Ernesto's. Sometimes others mistook them for horns.

Prodding him in the side earned her a lazily opened eye but that was about the extent of it as he grunted and Chris leaned in.

"Do you think the van will get there before us or after us?"

Ernesto sighed, giving her a sidelong look, more awake than he had been before, the bus rattling and bumping along beneath them.

"Haven't you asked me that already?"

She may or may not have but, frankly, just about anything started to sound repetitive once they'd been on the bus for long enough. Closing his eyes, Ernesto slipped back into his nap, lulled by the rocking motion of the vehicle, though that was hardly something that Chris was going to take as an answer when she had sooooo many more questions for him to entertain her with.

Setting her Game Boy aside, she smirked, eyes alight with mischief. She could have pushed things a little further or not but it was all up to her, for they were not just friends, of course, and certain things were not off-limits between them, even when they should have been.

Her hand was quick, slipping over the waistband of his shorts and deeper still, teasing in as his attention was roused. Ernesto shifted a little, rocking back and forth, although he did not come back to full wakefulness right then, his passive mind thinking, of course, that Chris was just doing something to get a rise out of him. The dragoness stifled a giggle, drawing it out for as long as she could, his underwear not even holding any bar to her as she fondled his sheath, fingers trailing around it, prodding and groping without any care in the world. She could do that to him, they'd agreed it, though Ernesto perhaps hadn't considered that she'd take advantage of him in that way on a public bus.

He turned to the side, further blocking the view of anyone that may have been looking at them, and Chris' grin widened, the dragoness' tail twitching, flicking back and forth. She just couldn't help herself, even sliding a finger into the softness of his sheath, her breath catching as she came face to face with his eyes opening once again.

Busted!

He jerked to wakefulness, looking about, her arm blocking what she was doing from view even as the rumble of tired conversation echoed around them from other customers riding that particular bus.

"Chris!"

That turned more heads and she laughed out loud, shushing him as someone scoffed and clicked their tongue disapprovingly at the sudden outburst.

"Youngsters can't keep it down these days..."

What were they on about? They weren't youngsters, not that young anymore! They had their jobs and all like that, well, they would again once they were settled in their new place. Ernesto huffed but there was no sense in getting worked up about that as he growled and stiffened, eyeing up Chris as if he couldn't quite believe what she was doing to him -- and out in public too.

Of course, he had to remember at the end of the day that it was Chris and, of course, she operated by her own rules. It wasn't that far out of the realm of things that he could or could not suspect, groaning softly as she fondled his sheath, fingers smoothing lightly up to the sensitive tip where his cock was threatening, even then, to pop out.

Glancing over her shoulder, he saw no prying eyes, tongue lashing the side of his muzzle in a nervous tic.

"Really? You're really gonna do this right now?"

Squirming her hand in deeper, she gave him her most innocent grin yet, eyes sparkling as she leaned in closer.

"Yeah... Of course, I am. I'm bored."

As if that was any kind of reasonable answer. Ernesto growled under his breath but it would have attracted more attention to fight her off, considering that others on the bus had already made comments and disapproving noises (what was it about older furs that that noise seemed to come naturally to them?). It would make it worse if he fought back and, well, Chris was the determined sort.

Chris' tail twitched, the dragoness knowing well and truly when she'd won, squirming, her fingers dancing over his sheath and down to his balls. They were as smooth as she'd remembered, her toying bringing a cheeky rise of need in the pit of her belly, but that was not quite what she was interested in at that moment in time. The risk of someone catching them lifted the scales on the back of her neck and she could not help herself from giving his balls a cheeky little squeeze that had the dragon grunting, keeping a constant, watchful eye out over her shoulder. So thoughtful of him!

His sheath was the main allure for her though as she slid her fingers into the soft, velveteen inside, turning them about. It had always been something that had fascinated her about male anatomy and the tiny shivers running through the drake showed her how sensitive it was. Most of the time, when she got to see a sheath, the dragon it belonged to was hard and filling it so it was a treat indeed for her to get to caress a soft on, feel up it tucked down and joined his body, covered with the lightest, softest scales that very nearly felt like flesh. There was very little down there to protect him but Ernesto had nothing to fear from the dragoness even as she ran her claws gently over his sheath, teasing it lightly even as a part of her urged her body to do more, to test him more. What could go wrong...right?

His nuts, however, were more of an allure right then and there than anything else and she giggled faintly to herself as she massaged them, feeling how his testicles rolled and moved around within his sack. It was strange, such a strange part of male anatomy, and she wished only then that she was able to use her tongue more delicately than her fingers to probe and tease. That was not possible where they were, of course, daylight upon them even as they tucked into the narrow seats of the bus, tails brushing and twisting up into one another as Ernesto squeezed hers in warning -- as if that was enough to keep her in check!

Ernesto rumbled a light warning, her hand wandering, pushing down behind his balls to lift them lightly, feeling out the weight of them. If she pushed things too far, he was going to start getting hard and that was, surely, not something that should be done on a public mode of transport, even if the wicked dragoness was swiftly shifting his boundaries of what was considered normal in daily life. He tried to look out the window, distracting himself, but that meant that he was not keeping an eye on Chris as the dragoness stroked his sheath and balls with soft, butterfly-light strokes that brought a shiver to his scales.

"You're so sensitive."

It was a statement not a question and he grunted in turn, watching the heads of passengers in front of them. Thankfully, everyone seemed well enough wrapped up in their own little worlds, too much to pay any kind of attention to him and Chris, his breath coming a little quicker than he would have liked as his body responded to her touch as it was apt to do.

Chris licked her lips. It wasn't enough for her to toy with him inside his pants, oh no. That wasn't enough of a challenge for her when she was used to pushing the limits of all that she encountered, driving all up to the next level and the next, scales prickling with needy heat. She was not turned on, per se, only keen to see what she could do, what he would do, all those little buttons of the dragons needing pushing.

In a flash, she had her hand deeper within his pants, her other fumbling with the button at the front, his underwear the least of her worries as she worked on his outerwear. The dragon gave her a look that should have been enough to stop her but, well, Chris had never been all that clever or quick on the uptake when it came to any manner of self-preservation at all. A death-glare from a friend that she'd known for years was not about to stop her from pulling out his sheath into full view, daring him to stop her as she wound her tail about his and pinned it to the seats.

"Chris..."

He growled a warning, keeping his tone low, anxiously looking about over her head. There were too many people around, as hot as that may have been on the night bus or something like that, hips shifting as he tried to wriggle away from her, closer to the window. It only served to trap him in place though as she smirked and tugged at his shirt, hissing quietly as she lifted it.

"Hm-hm...hm-hm..."

Ernesto's brow furrowed as her humming sped up. Was she seriously humming the Jaws theme song at a time like that? The revelation made him laugh out loud and clap a hand over his muzzle, chest vibrating with mirth, Chris pushing on as she revealed the yellow scales of his belly, pushing him on, teasing him with the lure of exhibitionism even while he strained to remain modest.

"Chris," he hissed, grabbing at her hands, shoving them away where he could. "Chris, c'mon, you've had your fun -- you can't do this!"

But she was not a dragoness to be put off so quickly, her giggles barely stifled as she had her hands caught up in his hands, wrestling in the confined space as, sadly, her hand was ripped from his pants. With no sheath or balls to torment at that time, she bared her teeth at him and wrestled, though he was more the one trying to remain quiet while she threw caution, so very openly, to the wind.

Ernesto huffed and grunted as he pinned her arms to her sides, his arms around her, straining between restraining her and, of course, keeping everyone else's attention off them. Chris hissed and snapped at him, which didn't do either of them any favours, only getting his head out of the way of her playful bite in the nick of time, grunting and huffing as they wrestled. Her hands seemed to go everywhere at once, wriggling out of his hold, and he was forced to try to pin her legs with a knee, though she was such a slender, wriggly sought that even that was a tall order when it really should not have been.

But Chris knew just what would squick out Ernesto and her tongue was in his ear before she could stop him, his gasp giving her the moment she needed to dart in as his hands released her. Undoing his pants, she yanked them down enough to grip his sheath with a single hand, dick poking out in a pink gleam of self-lubrication, his gasp muffled by her shoulder as he planted his muzzle into it. In their wrestling his hands scrambled, fighting with her top, trying to drag her off him even as he shoved it down, his attempts at distracting her by threatening to make her flash the whole bus woefully unappreciated.

"Quiet down there!"

Chris mumbled an apology but there was little sincerity in it as her heart sung, lifting drastically, her victory enough to make her want to cry it out from the rooftops. Her hands were not idle, however, as he conceded defeat and merely switched to making sure that they were not caught doing something that they really should not have been, grunting into her shoulder while he tugged her jacket half-up, thrown to the side of the seats, so that it covered their laps. It was not much of a ruse but it would do, somewhat, to make sure that most furs there only thought that they were a couple getting a little rowdy in flirtatious fun...or something like that.

She always got what she wanted anyway as he grunted and growled and blushed and tried not to feel too badly about the fact that he had been bested, although Chris was quick to bring a giggle to his lips as her hand shot up under his lifted shirt, tickling him.

"If you'd played along, this wouldn't be happening to you!"

Chris laughed out loud with him as his shaft rose, half-hard, into her hand and she reflexively gripped it, his body unable to stop itself from simply responding to her touch. His ribs were the most tickling of all but she was not shy either about going up under his armpits and prodding there, gaining her the best twisting convulsions from the drake that she could have ever have hoped to see. Of course, the best part about it all as his sides trembled with barely withheld laughter was that he was trying not to make a noise, twisting and writhing, tail thrashing too. Chris grinned openly, tongue flickering out. He was under her hand well and truly!

Of course, it would not last forever but it was good, for once, to be in the top spot as she tickled him, bringing tears to his eyes as he groaned and begged for release in the most broken whispers possible. The drake wriggled and squirmed and did everything he could to get her off him but, aside from causing an even bigger scene than they already had, that simply wasn't within the realm of any possibility. She had him right where she wanted him, a hand on his sheath and the other making sure that his bare chest was on show, yellow scales flashing as if to draw the eye, his laughter bursting from him in a rise of giggles that were sweet music to her ears.

"Chris!" He forced out, wiping away tears, not even trying to push her away anymore. "S-s-stop!"

Yet his stuttering was not enough to keep her away and she upped the ante, fingers dancing, her body blocking anyone's sight of what was going on, the tickling merely a convenient ruse for anyone who may have been paying attention to them a little more closely than they would have liked. Chris laughed lightly with him, tail twisting behind her, though the laughing did have a little bit of a side-effect, even if others did assume it was mere tomfoolery...

"Will you quiet down there?!"

"Kids these days..."

But they weren't kids and the bus ride was promised to be a whole lot more entertaining for having the two of them on it, together. Chris' eyes narrowed, licking her lips. She'd make sure of it. Her breasts rolled and heaved, half on show over the top of her shirt, though she made no move at all to tuck them back away.

In her hand, his cock twitched.

There was more yet to come...