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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Sasha wasn't looking for anything special. Not at all, not that day. Not as she headed out to the Autumn fair, a little event that her daughter, Fyr or Fyrdrgon, had told her about. Fyr tended to like outdoor pursuits and, living on a ranch, Fyr had surrounded herself with everything she loved, everything she had worked for, even in her young life.
Sasha could not be prouder of her, though Fyr doing a fling with cider tasting and activities and dancing... Hm, it wasn't really her thing. Still, she went to support her daughter as music filled the air and all kinds of anthros took to the makeshift dancing for, spinning and twirling and, in most cases, dancing rather terribly. She couldn't blame them for having fun.
She, on the other hand, wouldn't be heading out there with the younger ones just yet. Best to get another drink down her first, some kind of apple and toffee cocktail in her hand that the horse trailer bar had served her. Fyr had done all the arrangements so, frankly, the dragoness didn't know whether it was any good or not. Sitting on a barrel that had been repurposed into a moderately comfortable seat was not how she would usually have chosen to spend her Saturday night but, well, it was good enough. And it was nice to have a lively atmosphere around her.
"Hm..."
Sasha extended first one wing and then the other to work out the kinks in them, her blue scales moving smoothly over her body as she stretched. Yet, as she was doing so, the dragoness caught the eye of another dragon, across the way. He looked like he'd just picked up a bite to eat at one of the food stalls, but Sasha could not see what he had in his paws.
He was tall though and rather handsome too with bronze scales that caught the evening sunshine in a rather fetching way. Of course, he was much younger than her, though Sasha seemed to be one of the older attendees there, even if that could have just been the kind of crowd that attended that kind of event. She wasn't sure.
The dragon smiled, meeting her eyes, and, to her surprise, walked over. It was deliberate too, not as if he was trying to find someone else and had merely crossed paths with her.
Sasha raised an eyebrow, the ridge above her eye, for dragons did not usually have facial hair like some anthros, as he approached.
"Hey," he said, a warm smile spreading across his muzzle. "Are you on your own here?"
Sasha couldn't help but smile in return. His warmth was infectious, a sense of the easy-going around him. Well, a chat couldn't hurt, surely?
"Kind of," she said, nodding in the direction of the staging area. "My daughter organised this, along with her husband. Though I don't know how much Ropes actually did to help."
Privately, Sasha knew Ropes had been rather preoccupied while Fyr had been organising the entire thing but that suited her daughter just fine too; she needed space to work. Ropes could be helpful but, more often than not, the cougar got in the way of her frenzied focus when she had something to do.
"Ah, that's great, but you shouldn't be left out here on your own," he said, taking a perch opposite her, though not seating himself fully on another repurposed barrel. "I'm Carenath. You don't mind me sitting and chatting for a while, do you? The view is lovely."
