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.
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Fyr was out of the shower and drying off her scales as she walked back down the hallway to the bedroom without a care in the world, even letting the towel hang more loosely from her body, brazenly so. She had another wrapped around her head -- a smaller towel -- to catch the drips off her horns but there was no longer any real need for her to cover herself up around her family. Everyone seemed to be well enough in with everyone else and that was hardly about to change anytime soon as she boldly showed off her breasts, slipping her usually modest towel down around her waist, chest exposed.
Let them look. Maybe she'd even go off and give them something to look at. Pressing her lips together, she raised her brows, for she did not have the heavier eyebrows of some furs, the tip of her tongue flickering up against the inside of her teeth as if it was begging release in a little derision of scorn She was hardly much of an exhibitionist herself but it seemed like no one was even looking at her half the time, using her and tossing her to the side, so why not step up and out of the role of voyeur herself, if only for a time? It would be rash and unlike herself but Fyr didn't even know what remained of 'herself' anymore, which was perhaps the most frightening thought of all.
And things had changed, oh yes... So very many things had changed and come to pass, things that may very well have broken a dragoness who was not so strong of mind and heart, present in herself and knowing that, whatever they threw her way, she would come through on the other side, even if not with a smile on her muzzle. There wasn't always time for a smile as the thoughts clamoured for attention, one clambering over the other as they all vied to be first -- me, me, me, me, me! Clamping her jaw, she hastened onward, all happening too quickly for her mind to keep up with, the world moving too slowly around her.
What had happened last night... No. No, that was not a thought for the present moment. She didn't need to consider just how her heart had leapt and fallen at the same time, just how his scales had felt against hers. If she thought about it too much, Fyr was not entirely sure whether she would find herself falling or soaring. It was a matter, surely, that was up for debate and not one that she, as yet, wanted to find the outcome of.
And she may have softened and fallen deeper into her thoughts at that very point if not for the noise coming from the spare bedroom -- one of the spare rooms as she had ensured that the ranch house of her own design had several. She could have walked on by too, expecting that it was her brother or her mother or even Ropes up to no good with someone else in there. Darn it, she'd have to make the bed again and clean the sheets and tidy up whatever mess it was that they left behind. What a bind, what a real bind that it would take an even bigger chunk out of her day...
Something made her go in, however, and Fyr would be forever glad that she did, pushing open the door with a careful, questing eye and sliding just her nose in so that she could make a quick escape if she deemed the situation to require that. It could have been very different but her eyes went immediately to the egg in the otherwise nicely set up room, wrapped up in a cradle where the blankets had been strewn over the sides as if some manner of disagreement had taken place. It didn't make sense to her, at least not at first, but the pushing and cracking against the inside of the egg, the surface bulging and rising before the break, cracked the tension with a break that could not have been ignored.
And then she knew, everything coming together in one glorious rush of information, nearly enough that a dragoness would succumb to it, sucking air into her lungs as everything around her, abruptly, seemed to move in divine slow-motion. She could not have otherwise have said quite how she was able to watch, in vivid, sweetening detail, how the hatchling's nose pressed through the surface of the egg, a crack widening sharply, as she hollered for those who simply had to be present for its awakening and rebirth into a world that it was not yet to know or understand.
"Rooopes!" She screamed, eyes wide as she lunged for the egg, knocking over the tall lamp by the door in her haste to get to it. "Get your tentacled ass in here! And get Sasha too!"
She didn't think to call her brother but it was surely to be expected when he raced in beside them, jaws parted and wings raised as high as he could possibly get them without crashing into either the ceiling or the walls, a snarl ripping itself from his throat. He swung his head back and forth, searching for the cause of her scream, claws glinting in the light of the bedside lamp that Fyr, with admittedly shaking paws, had managed to switch on, illuminating the room that didn't quite get the natural light through the window at that time of day. It was a quiet room, a dim room, and one that would be perfect for a little one that needed their sleep, even with a small, single bed set up ready to go.
"What is it?" He hissed, tail whipping the air. "What's wrong? God, Fyr!"
Sasha, however, caught on to what was happening before her son did and shoved her way past Fyr to the cradle, leaning over with her wings flared out as if she was striving, in some motherly, maternal way, to shield the egg from some perceived harm. One could not say, after all, just how they would act when faced with their very own youngster, an instance that was sometimes delayed for those who laid eggs. It was all the more visceral when giving live birth, or she could only imagine, seeing just how Sasha leaned over the cradle, gripping it with such force that her knuckles turned a lighter shade even beneath her scales, breath catching in her throat.
"Oh..."
And Fyr needed not to have any part in the hatching, lips parted in a soft smile that eased the tension from her face, forgetting even that she was clad only in a towel around her waist, the one on her horns slowly slipping off at a jaunty angle. Someone would later tease her for it but there was no one there at that time but their family, the ones that really mattered, as the hatchling pushed its way from the egg bit by bit, despite their fingers all aching to help her. No one knew whether they should give the young one space in which to do as nature intended or rush in to help out but, as it was, it turned that she needed no such help after a few minutes when she burst full-bodied from the egg in a shatter of shell and spray of supportive fluid that had fed her during her time in the egg.
Well, she would hold herself as female for the sake of simplicity, although would be given the choice, later in life, to decide just where she placed herself. For it was quite clear as Fyr dried off the strung-out pile of light blue scales with a white patch down the front like a cougar. But the hatchling was not furred in any way but with the softest scales that had yet to harden, a pair of small, perfect wings tucked in, close and wet, to her back. Her hind paws seemed to be more feline than draconian but that was a little detail that would remain to be seen along with the little nubs on her back -- just what were those? How would they develop? -- and stripes slashed across her lower back, reminiscent of Fyr's yellow markings. Yet she was not Fyr's daughter and it could not be denied that her demon father, passing Fyr a towel as he hesitated, wanting to be closer but not quite knowing what to do, had some influence as she was neither truly a she nor a he.
A hermaphrodite would be the technically correct term and it was hardly as if there were not many of them in the world at large anymore, although it was not a sexuality that they needed to be loud about to be heard. No, they could go about their daily business like anyone else and it was the sort of thing that, really, only had to play into sexual liaisons and the matter of relationships, so many had sought to ease under the radar during the course of the passage of time and a modernising world. Her boasting two sets of genitalia, however, took Fyr aback a bit, her paw still for a couple of seconds as she gulped and shared a look at Ropes. The cougar grinned, tentacles writhing as he brushed the tip of one tenderly across her cheek.
"She'll take after her father, you know."
