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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Jeffie squirmed, quite happy where he was, a tiny micro cuddled up to a massive dragon's nuts. Well, Mike was a pretty normal sized dragon, maybe a little taller than most at six-eight in height, but Jeffie was not. He usually went by Jeff but most preferred to call him Jeffie, regardless of his preferences in that matter. The only one that he didn't mind calling him that was Mike, the dragon's grey nuts squashing into him, a little three-inch tall dragon snuggled up right where he was supposed to be.
Small and wriggling, Jeffie's white-scaled body squirmed into the larger dragon's soft balls, the fold of light skin between his balls showing how they separated within his sack. He was so small that the tiny, grey flecks in his scales could not be seen under normal circumstances, but that was all well and good as his lover covered him with a large, black paw, the two of them shades of grey in their scale colours, but deeply in love all the same.
"Are you enjoying yourself down there?"
To Jeffie, everything sounded loud and booming, though he was sure that Mike's voice was not that deep. But the big, black dragon's smile was all that he needed to see beaming down at him, jaws hanging open to expose a flash of rich red, tongue tangling out as if he was going to snatch Jeffie greedily up all over again and drop the tiny micro down his throat, perhaps for safekeeping.
Jeffie would not have minded that. Crooning and chirping, careful of his short horns, the spikes going down the full line of his spine, he rubbed his muzzle into that huge, soft sack again and again, wishing that he was large enough to get his arms around it -- but not really at the same time. That would have meant that the drake's nuts were not like a water bed to him, soft and plush, wobbling under him, churning with a mass of cum that could only be for Jeffie.
The larger drake grunted, his cock rising to attention, for they were nude on the bed, though the bed itself could be a landscape that was quite difficult for a little micro as small as Jeffie to traverse. That was why Mike was there to help him, always making sure that Jeffie did not want for anything, groaning as his shaft rose into his paw. He clasped it, eyes on the tiny dragon, brimming over with love for him, though the moment was for Jeffie. His shaft may have ached and throbbed fervently, but the little dragon was all that he cared for, his pleasure above all else.
Even in lust, that was what their love was all about, for them.
Jeffie squeaked and chirped, his cock out, grinding, though it was lost in the delicious mass of balls. The flesh there seemed endless, spilling above his head in a round like a hill to climb, though he was not quite that small, his perspective only being what made it look like that. But that did not mean, by any stretch of the imagination, that it was any less erotic for that. No, he wanted it, craved it, clinging to his lover's nuts as if there was nothing else in the world that he could have possibly have wanted any more, humping and grinding, hips working passionately, furiously.
