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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Christa and Ernesto had always been close, friends with benefits but not really, dating for a while... The dragon anthros didn't know what they were when it came to their relationship but they knew they were happy with it. Happy enough with their friendship to see their black and white tails twined together as they set down in the UK, her tail fluffed up with a blue ridge running down the spine and his with a tight layer of plate-scales that took the place of low-lying spines running down from the back of his head. With his black and yellow colouring sharply contrasting her white and blue, they made quite a pair but found their way with little trouble to their budget apartment in London. For those that worked in security, it was, at the very least, comfortable enough to get them going, though the bedrooms were a little tighter on space than they would have wanted.
For the moment, however, Ernesto was alone while Chris ventured out, enjoying a drink or two with the locals while she had the chance between shifts. Her work was demanding and had picked up considerably with her credentials, setting her up well to progress but, truth be told, it was demanding and gruelling at the best of times to act as a bodyguard. Always being switched on... It was no wonder that a dragoness had to cut loose too from time to time!
And, oh, how she had found a male to cut loose with to have her need tickled that night. He was no stud, a little younger than her in his early twenties, but a zebra with stripes that could not have helped but to catch her eye. With a drink or two in him, he'd been suave and flirty and told her all the wonderful things that he could do with his paws. Though she'd had her fair share of flings, one more could not hurt and the dragoness' interest was piqued as his lips tickled her neck.
"Oh... Oh, well, you'll just have to come back and show me personally then, sweetie..."
It was like her, of course, to be forward but the zebra did not quite seem to have been expecting that, even though he had gone along with her, as quietly as a lamb. Chris kissed him deeply, her long, draconic tongue tangling with his, the taste of whisky on her breath mingling with the beer on his. A little older, her tastes were more refined but that was something that the zebra, Michael, would have to learn as she took him back to their rented flat, paw in paw and lusts aroused.
Ernesto looked up as they entered and the zebra flinched to already find someone there.
"Oh, hey..." He mumbled, glancing at Christa. "Er, you didn't say..."
"Oh, don't worry - he's just a friend!" The dragoness grinned. "Pretend he's not here."
Yet the zebra could not pretend that he was oblivious, mumbling something that no one caught as he shifted his weight back, gaze sliding towards the door. Chris turned him back to her, her paw boldly sliding down to grope his sheath and balls through his jeans, though they were of a tighter fit than what she was used to seeing on males. Maybe they liked those when they were younger? She purred, licking and nibbling at his neck as he shivered. It did make his butt look rather good...
"Really now, don't be nervous, baby," she chuckled, brushing the fluff of her tail around against his thigh. "I'm sure you know what you're doing..."
Michael swallowed hard and shook his head, brushing his short mane back with his fingers.
"Oh, uh..." His eyes darted about. "Yeah... Yeah, hun. I'll be back in a minute. Just going to, uh, go freshen up...for you..."
To say that his speech was clunky would have been an understatement and he practically fled to the bathroom, black boots flicking up where his hooves kicked in his wake, ropey tail swinging behind. Ernesto eyed him up, a beer in his paw, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
"You do know how to scare them off..."
Christa huffed, though the drake grunted through the sofa cushion that had, all of a sudden, connected with his face.
"He doesn't know what he's doing, does he? He says he's fucked so many or "done the deed"," she growled, making air quotes with her fingers, "with so many... But it's all nothing, isn't it? I don't know why he's bragging himself up so much!"
Ernesto laughed, tossing the cushion lightly back to her.
"Yeah, yeah... So, you want my help kicking him out?"
She dithered, tipping her head back and forth.
"Hm... No. I want to see what he's packing, even though, well, yeah... I don't want someone inexperienced. But it's been a long time since I've had a horse and he counts!"
Ernesto laughed but the bathroom door opened back out into the living area to reveal a blushing zebra who still seemed to desperately be striving to hide his embarrassment, inexperience oozing from him.
"Aright... You ready...babe?"
Ernesto flinched. Even his language was cheesy. But if Chris wanted to get a story out of it and at least a thick length of dick to play with, who was he to judge? He took his fun where he could get it too while he got the lay of the land in London.
Chris blew him a kiss.
"One moment..."
If she was to freshen up too, she would have to leave him with Ernesto and the dragon was already in motion, pouring a beer for the trembling zebra who was a little unsteady on his hooves already.