The Endless Dungeon Chocobo Lust

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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.

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The Endless Dungeon

Chocobo Lust

Chico bounced through the dungeon, a soft, yellow chocobo: bird-like and yet not at the same time. Although he looked like a bird and walked like a bird, his legs were longer, banded lightly and disappearing into the thick plumage of his undercarriage, his feathers deep and soft as if they could have been good for a bed during moulting season. That was, indeed, one of the many reasons that chocobos were so well-renowned and in high demand, selling his feathers and that of his partner, Camilla, allowing them to buy the items they needed to explore deeper and deeper dungeons.

He chirped and shivered, fluffing up his feathers, his body round with the fluff of feathers, although a lot of that was taken up by his wings. Sometimes, smaller creatures could ride chocobos like him and his partner but he didn't like anyone on his back, his heart pounding for the adventure ahead, the stone-walled cave carved out of roughly-hewn stone and brushing against his feathers as he moved down the wall with all due caution. No one ever knew what or who could be lurking around the corner and he swallowed his chirps as Camilla took up position behind him, protecting him from any attacks that came from the rear, although her feathers were a subtle shade of baby-pink like a freshly laid egg.

They worked well together, in the dungeon, tackling missions and returning with the items or even the rescued creature that had needed their assistance, which was, truly, one of the very best parts of their job. It was rewarding to work day in and day out in helping others, though the pay on that side was, of course, not much to look at. It was the treasure that one found in the dungeons, regardless of where they were or whether the dungeon was a multi-level forest infused with magic or something more traditional like the cave they were in, that made it worth it for the coin gained to them. Camilla said many times, however, that she would have done it all anyway even if she had not earned from it. It was just what her heart sang for, beating too quickly, a little smaller than Chico especially with his larger crest of darker-yellow feathers atop his head.

Clicking the edges of his lightly rounded beak together, fat and chunky as if his species was originally designed to sustain themselves on berries and the like, Chico paused. An open cavern stretched out before him and there were no torches to light their way where some helpful adventurers had, before, set them into brackets in the walls along their earlier travels. Magic helped the flaming torches, bursting and crackling as the wood and oil were devoured, stay lit for longer so there was no telling just how long ago others had passed before them, only that they had not come back the same way. Already, they'd come through several floors, not bothering to keep track of them for the had marked their way if they needed to leave in the same manner, though there was usually an easier escape route that other creatures had carved out from most floors to get back to the exterior more swiftly.

"Be careful, Chico..."

Camilla chirped and bobbed her head, her pale blue eyes wary, though they were a sharper shade than that of her feathers. A slimmer chocobo than Chico, she was a little lighter and more agile on her feet, though it was well-known too that chocobos needed to be agile and use what nature had given them to succeed in dungeons. They were not the burliest or the bulkiest of creatures, perhaps standing the height of a medium-sized horse and not boasting the muscle of such, though what they lacked in size they made up for in speed and ingenuity. And Chico and Camilla had come up with a highly inventive way to get through the dungeons...

It was Camilla who led the way, brave in acting as the wait while Chico pretended, to any monsters in the cavern, that he did not exist, hunkering down, legs curled under him, ready to leap forth with his wings trembling at a moment's notice. Although he could not fly for long distances, his element was best expressed in surprise, catching foes off-guard while he took what he needed from them, delving deeper. He could not imagine why so many chose to make their homes in the dungeons, bothering only sometimes with the treasure and riches that could be found there, but that was not for him to decide, for there was so much to find there, not only in the realm of rubies and gold, that the dungeons were plentiful feasts for all explorers.

"Screeeee!"

It was not a sound that a vulture should have made, light grey feathers like fur covering his head and curved neck and a yawning beak that was parted as if to take Camilla's head off but Chico was in motion before he'd even made himself known, throwing an illumination orb high so that the battlefield, if it could even be called that, was cast into a stark glow. His heart pounded for Camilla and her safety but, as was so very often the case, he did not need to worry for her as she met the mass of grey and white feathers head-on.

She already had the vulture right where she wanted him, his wings spread against the floor as his cries of anger turned to startled lust, Camilla grinding her cloaca against his as she skilfully and quite happily teased the fleshy length of his cock out. The tip tapered even with the slight undulation in his shaft but it was still easy enough for her to sink onto him, claws scrabbling, ensuring that his wing, at least, was pinned before going to town on him.

Chico could have joined in but, sometimes, it was best to just let Camilla do her work, screeching and flapping, pink feathers floating off as she took her liberties with the vulture. The vulture may have been glad to not have things escalate further or he may have been entirely won over by her but that was not something that anyone was about to question in the heat of the moment, her feathers prickling and tingling with desire, spreading her wings and crying out her orgasm.

Her slit pulsed and twitched around him, her body practically begging for his seed, yet there was nothing the vulture, bounced and ridden into a state of lustful submission, could do but to give it to her. He cried out, twisting his head back and forth, beak clacking, yet the spurts of cum were on their way whether he was ready or not, his internally held testis worked hard to seed a willing female full. Whereas Camilla could take the seed and lay eggs from more avian creatures, only time would tell whether the vulture would be virile enough to seed a clutch inside her as the illumination orb cast down a light blue glow that set off the soft hue of her feathers.

"There, now..."

Camilla chirped and grinned as well as a chocobo with a beak could grin, shaking out her tail-feathers as she dismounted from the vulture's shaft, softening too quickly after his climax to permit a second round. The vulture groaned and shuffled his feathers and looked like he was about to come after her but a look in Camilla's eye had him grumbling and shuffling off back to his nest, no longer a threat to travellers with another kind of lust satisfied. It was surely confusing for the creatures that lived there not to be violently attached but, well, Chico still thought their way was better.

Preening her feathers, Camilla fluttered her wings happily, a fresh load of seed in her cunny.

"Why kill our enemies when there's a much better way to get through a dungeon?" She said with a giggle and a chirp, her cloaca marked with the vulture's seed. "It's been so long since we came up against someone with a cock that could fill me!"

Chico harrumphed and fluffed up his feathers, pushing out his chest as if to put himself on show.

"Camilla - you haven't even asked for my services!"

He affected such an air of great affront that she could not help but burst out laughing where she really should not have, though there was little secrecy to be had after they'd fucked their first on the floor of a dungeon. Moans and cries like that carried well in such echoing caverns and there was no doubt to be had that they had attracted the kind of attention that made their adventures so entertaining for both of them.

But it would be Chico's turn next to meet a duo of serpents in a tunnel that sloped upwards, leading to another floor. The little chocobo, small in comparison to their thick girths, darted in with a screech and a squeal and they may have gotten him, the snakes like twins with smooth blue-banded heads and fangs glistening with venom, if he had not located the slit of one so quickly. In but a moment, he had his beak parting it less than gently, tongue delving inside in a slither and slurp of saliva, coaxing out a cock that would send them straight on to the next floor.

Camilla was not to be left out though and, well, there were two of them, her beak taking the full shaft of the serpent too, though she could only be disappointed that they were not hemipenes. Magic changed creatures in the dungeons so that one never knew quite what to expect - not that she minded that, of course, as it was one of many things that made things so very interesting for both of them.

Mollified for the moment, the serpents curled around them, hissing and snaking their heads back and forth as they allowed the chocobos to pleasure them, bobbing their heads and using their tongues on their cocks. Maybe it had been a while for both of them but they submitted more quickly than most, even though they were still very much in a top position, able to control the depth of their bobbing beaks and throats. Yet the chocobo pair were far from unskilled and eyed one another up, challenging each other silently to take them as deep as possible, deeper than the other could, despite their gulping and gagging, eyes watering.

It was all in the name of lust and Chico's satchel weighed heavily across his back, the leather straps keeping it in place no matter what he was doing. Yet there was a pleasure to be had in being covered in cum too when he had to tame a larger partner and Chico was not one to let such opportunities pass by, no matter what ended up happening to that poor satchel. Camilla would surely admonish him if he got it soaked in cum or other bodily fluids again but he would, as always, think it was worth it. It was hard not to think it was worth it when he was taking a cock up under his tail-feathers or down his throat or even squirming against a much larger one for that ever-coveted cum-bath that felt so good.

The snakes climaxed quickly and slithered off, leaving them with beaks full of cum to gulp down, though their orgasms had not been as powerful as they may have liked.

More, there had to be more, and the chocobos darted down the passageway with their heads lowered and wings flung back behind them, sprinting for speed that would have to be recharged from point to point. It still allowed them to make quicker progress through the dungeon even though the cum that Camilla had swallowed rendered her just a little fatter and heavier than she may have liked. She was still quicker than Chico though as they sucked and fucked their way through another two floors, pushing on more and more and Chico even getting to show off just how well he could bounce on a larger cock. It should have been a move designed for attacking but, well, that wasn't something really that the pair could have said that they were any good at, so instead he bounced on a larger shaft of a dragon, tail-feathers fluttering and fanning out as he took the drake's shaft deep.

Of course, there were females and hermaphrodites (and some tentacle-like creatures that neither of them knew the sex of, if it even mattered) in the dungeons too and he could put his tongue to work simmering down the anger of those. Chico grunted into the cunny of a bat, the large, leathery wings flapping, but they were no bigger than the lower-class of dragon that he had fucked only a short while ago, lusts rising. She ground and bucked onto his beak until she screeched in that bat-like way in climax while Camilla was filled by another, her wings spread against the wall for support and balance while he rammed deeper and deeper, stretching her open wonderfully.

Cum and other sexual fluids lay thickly and heavily on them even as they laughed quietly and made their way onto another floor, though it was a stranger one, thick with vines and so very green. It was such a strange thing to find in a dungeon that was underground that even Chico hesitated when he was usually the bolder and braver of them both, licking a stray bit of feminine arousal from his beak, though his steps were slow and calculated. He could not rush in, not with everything, even the walls of the tunnel they were in, made up of twisting, undulating vines that seemed to have no beginning and no end. Even more disturbingly, they seemed to emanate a strange light from between them, everything taking on a green glow without any need for the illumination items that the chocobos had brought with them.

Chico's feathers prickled, stepping out into a larger cave, though there didn't seem to be a roof to it, the vines slithering and twisting, pushing up and up and up however far he squinted. Something wasn't right there as he flagged his tail-feathers nervously, yet he did not know what there was there to be fearful of, what could come out, what enemies lay in wait.

And then it hit him. There were no foes on that level.

Camilla shrieked, a vine lashing out to grab her leg.

The vines were the foes!

It was something new and, for once, the twisting vines caught them off-guard, dangling them upside-down as their legs were bound and Camilla squalled, furious. She was not one that much liked being treated so roughly - she was the one, really, that would treat larger creatures in the dungeon with the roughness of sex that they needed - and clawed and kicked at the vines with all her might. They were much stronger than even her and her agility was stripped from her even as she flapped angrily, calling on the wind to buffet the vines.

It had no effect and Chico was no better, jabbing his beak into them and leaving tiny indents, though his beak was not so much designed for pecking but more for use as a hammer. Yet he could not get the right angle as the vines tossed them back and forth, not looking to liaise with them sexually but more in the traditional manner of those that chose to invade the sacred space and magic of the dungeons.

He was about to sink his beak into one in a bite, however, something that he did not often do for the trauma he was sure it caused, when the air above him shattered. Fragments of magic broke off in all directions like breaking glass and a beast of a dragon swung through, appearing from thin air as if he was composed of it himself. A snarl was on his lips and he tilted his head so that his horns caught the vines, grinding against them to free the chocobos, who fell, flapping madly, back to the cave floor.

Gliding there, the drake appeared dark in the shadows but his scales took on a distinctly silvery hue as he swung into the light, what little of it was, the hall of vines all in a clamour. Chico shrieked and was up on his feet to assist but it seemed that the dragon didn't need any help of that kind as he swung back and forth, tapping rhythmically at the vines with his tail (a little calming trick he had picked up from Yverta and the green dragons). The sequence was foreign to the chocobos, however, and his familiarity with the trap suspect, Chico ducking away as the drake swooped over head. Yes, he was large, larger than the chocobos by far, and the vines slithered back into the walls, forming the structure of the cave without making any further moves to attack them.

Yet the dragon would prove to be a very interesting character to the two of them in time, someone that neither of them had ever seen before and would not be able to decipher the workings off until they became much better companions, though there were introductions and first times to be had initially, of course. Xigfeldo, a dragon with an excellent grasp on magic and the powers of his physical body, reared his head back as he landed, his silver scales reflecting the light that shone between the vines, though his curiosity was more roused by the chocobos who were less than a quarter of his size. And, more so, the scent of sex hanging about them, how their feathers were ruffled up in the wrong directions, caught his attention, nostrils flaring to take in their scent with short, greedy gulps of breath.

Yes... He hissed, bobbing his head, eyes glinting, the fur rising between his horns in a sort of crest rustling as if by an unseen breeze. Yes, they were the ones, the ones that had caught his attention from so far away. Something about that world had called him and, well, he was hardly one to ignore such a call when it set his scales tingling so, the drake embodying both sexes and, of course, the best of both silver and black dragons too. The birds before him, like the chocobos that were on the outer edges of his territory but not quite the same, hissed and wove back and forth as if to evade him, but they didn't yet know that he was not there to hurt them - not by any means or ever.

"Are you a boss?" Chico chirped, twisting and flapping, although the dragon was a good bit larger than him. "There's not meant to be a protector on this floor!"

The biggest and the baddest of the creatures in the dungeons, of course, were called "bosses" for the danger they presented. Some just commanded that entire level as their home and territory and others were after it for other reasons, some dragons mining rare treasures that could hold more worth when cultivated. The chocobos would usually leave those well enough alone where that was the case but there were wickeder kinds of boss too, those that were vile and violent and lived for causing pain, although neither of them knew what kind of boss the silver-black drake was as yet.

Xigfeldo, however, ran his tongue across his muzzle in a pink lash of damp flesh, his scales glimmering faintly with the sheen of saliva.

"No... No, not like you would say," he purred, waving his tail back and forth suggestively as, right on cue, his cock pushed out to make itself known. "But I think you and I may have more in common than you realise. Would you care to show me just how you tame the beasts of this delightful cavern?"

His tone was light and playful and Camilla clicked her beak, stepping forward as concern left her feathers, the set of her body lifting from a defensive stance. Never one to pass up such an opportunity (and as it was what she did best to please and tame those that came before her in such a manner), she darted in with a squealing chirp that caught even Chico off-guard, leaving the male chocobo behind her as she dove in for Xigfeldo's cock with raw glee.

It was big, so big, yet her body squirming against it felt better than she could have imagined, slipping through her feathers as she wriggled up to him. He towered over her but she had faced bigger foes than the dragon and he was a willing partner rather than an enemy that she had to sexually tame before they were taken to a very different kind of fight. Oh, and his scales... They caught the light so that they appeared darker in the shadows and silver naturally, as the shade they were meant to be, fascinating her as she chirped, her cloaca hot and swollen and begging for his cum. It was all she could do just to tease him, giving his cock a few, quick slurps, need rising through her like the flare of a wildfire, something fierce and uncontained.