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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The ranch had changed over the months, expanding with other buildings outside and more land still purchased, so the family was set further apart from their neighbours again. Fyrdrgon, of course, took care of most of the running of the ranch, though they struggled to keep good ranch hands on staff when her family was as...extravagant as they were.
Or demonic, really. That was one way to put it. Even though her mother and her husband had found a way to make a new life with her, putting her in a submissive position under them, she'd found a way to make peace with her arousal and their partnership. It was not, after all, her place to judge anyone.
She had more than enough to do around there anyway, even though Carenath had brightened her days rather a lot too. Still, she'd always had that funny little feeling about the bronze-scaled dragon with an easy smile -- especially after what had happened with Scottie. How they had turned Scottie against her -- or not exactly. They'd merely brought Scottie into the fold, transforming the stoat from a male into a hermaphrodite so she could embrace sides of herself that had never come to light.
Whereas Fyr didn't think they would do the same to Carenath, it would not have been completely outside the norm for them to take advantage of someone who'd become a little special in her life. Which was why it didn't catch her off-guard when it, finally, happened.
Carenath stood before Ropes, his stomach in knots and shuffling his feet. The cougar was Fyr's husband and, well, he'd known about that, though she had assured him it was an open relationship.
"That's the best I can explain it."
That was what Fyr had said, though Car hadn't really understood, in all fairness, except that she was hanging out with him consensually -- because she wanted to. Even though the dragon didn't want to get on anyone's wrong side, that was more than enough for him.
The cougar, however, was completely naked, his cock out and hard, uncut. The tip seemed a little wet, as if a bit of pre-cum had smeared there, though that wasn't something Carenath had honestly had a hand in. He licked his lips, Ropes' casual stance triggering every submissive note in his body.
Damn.
"I... I didn't expect this."
Carenath grinned, his tail swinging lightly back and forth as he cocked his head, though he tried not to make it too obvious how his legs lightly shook. Even then, that submissive thrum within him wanted to make the dragon drop to his knees right there before the cougar anthro with the glowing, white eyes. Four tentacles rose from his back, though that also made sense, considering how Fyr had mentioned something "demonic" running through her family.
He just hadn't thought it would all be quite that literal, in all fairness. But that was okay too, for getting hard and horny with the dominant feline was definitely something he could get behind to.
"Mmmm, I didn't think you would mind this," Ropes said with a grin, his tail lashing lightly back and forth, quicker than Carenath's. "You want this too..."
The dragon shivered. Damn, he couldn't quite hide that one.
"Yeah, I do," he said brazenly. "But what are you going to do about that?"
The cougar moved with feline deliberateness, knowing exactly what he wanted. And Ropes had never let something go that he needed to exact as he snaked a tentacle around the dragon's neck and dragged him down. He'd lured the drake into his bedroom, though it was large for him with a big window and a big TV set into the wall at the foot of the bed so he could be as lazy as he wanted. The bed was a queen-size one, for he rarely found himself in it alone, though the sheets were high-quality ones that Fyr had picked out for him. A blue and green hue emanated through the bedroom, though that was, yet again, a colour scheme he hadn't picked.
Perhaps Fyr had once thought colour theory would calm him down, though the dragoness would have found herself sorely wrong in that case.
"Come here..."
He purred as he hauled the drake to him, enjoying the moment as his tentacle slithered around the dragon's neck, caressing his scales. As if it all came naturally to him, Carenath grunted and dropped to his knees, barely even reacting, considering the solid thump his knees on the hard floor under the carpet made.
"Mmmmph, oh..."