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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Sweet Beginnings
The dragon smiled to himself in the bathroom mirror, wiping off his muzzle from droplets of water. It was just as well that Silver didn’t have to shave like so many humans and, indeed, even some furs had to shave if they were of the kind that grew facial hair that was at all undesired. And he wasn’t going to go into anything else there! That was a loaded question in itself, even if it was something that made him chuckle, a towel wrapped around his waist.
His black hair was still damp from the shower, standing up in a spikier sort of crest than usual, his lips parted, showing a flicker of the darker red tongue within. His eyes didn’t catch him off-guard anymore, although he had wondered when he was younger whether he was the odd one out because of his red eyes. They had caught people off guard but, well, Silver had many things about him that stood out and, in time, he’d seen the differences in him, including the sharp lines of the grey belly-plates that ran all the way up to the underside of his jaw, which always caught the eyes of those passing by.
No... Silver wasn’t a dragon that anyone should be passing over but he was busy in his mind, rushing through his usual after-show tasks, eager to get back to the werewolf he was visiting. Loriel had moved away from the city some time back, although she had still refused to allow him to meet her in her own home, which was a little strange but, well, her choice. He wasn’t going to push it on her, even though he already lusted for the passion that was her arms around her, the werewolf strong and muscled and yet still feminine in the best of ways. It was all Silver could do to rein in his need, maleness trying to stir. It wasn’t the time for that, those thoughts rising through, a smile pulling at his lips. Loriel was just on the other side of the bathroom door in the decadent hotel room waiting for him and who knew what state she was in?
He knew what he hoped for but, well, he was too much of a gentledragon to say that aloud!
He didn’t think to announce himself as he exited the room. Who would have thought to do that? But he was too quick in his steps for everything out there to be covered up before his eyes landed on her – but that ‘her’ was not the werewolf that he had come to enjoy and more. It took him a moment, taking in the four-poster bed, the luxurious surroundings, though the woman standing there was a woman and not a werewolf.
No, there was human skin there, pale and vulnerable, a cascade of blonde curls falling far past her shoulders in such a rough fashion that it was as if she simply hadn’t had a chance to go to the hairdressers in a while. Muttering to herself, she dug into her suitcase, fingers awkward and fumbling as if she couldn’t quite work them properly. And yet, even in her back, there was the poise and set of the Loriel he knew, the woman digging through the suitcase with a towel carelessly slung over her arm. However, that towel wasn’t about to cover up anything at all as her naked body demanded his attention, the dragon’s jaw dropping comically.
No...
“Loriel?”
The woman shrieked and whipped around – and it was then that he knew that that woman right there was the werewolf that he lusted for so, the very one that he had had so many experiences with. Without a doubt, it was her, thought her eyes blazed blue with fiery ice, the contrast in her reminiscent of the werewolf he knew, lips parted but there were no fangs behind them anymore for her to threaten anyone with. She was her but not as she was, chest heaving as she tried to tip into a fighting stance, yet her feet did not brace as well as she wanted them to. Maybe she was just more used to being a werewolf?
She stared and he stared, the gears in his head turning, far too slowly. He had to think, had to understand, and yet there was no manner of explanation due to come from her lips as she set her jaw and pulled her shoulder blades back defiantly.
Go on then, she seemed to say with her eyes alone. Work it out. You’ve been waiting for this.
So, he did.
He’d considered, of course, that the werewolf was not the only form of hers that she had. Being a shape shifter was nothing out of the ordinary in his world and culture but, well, it was a shock when someone didn’t come out and be upfront about it, as if they were hiding something. He knew that there was something more to her, how they only met at certain times of the year, times of the night, the werewolf refusing to let him see her as anything else than what she, as Loriel, believed herself to be, yet it had never felt to be his place to enquire. If she wanted to keep that part of her a secret from him, well...was it really his place to push her into spilling it all?
No... No, he wanted to make her happier more than he wanted to know the ins and outs of her life like that. Yet there was a point where that crossed over into needing to know more about her, simply to keep their relationship alive and full-bodied, fleshy and wanton and everything sordidly and sweetly carnal about her that he adored so much. And therein was where the problem lay.
Silver swallowed, neither of them moving, chests heaving. It didn’t seem to matter that her breasts were out but, well, dragging a towel, hanging, close to her chest was not going to hide her from his eyes. He’d already seen everything, although he grunted in the back of his throat, trying to work his lips, even though it was not yet the time for any manner of words to spill forth.
