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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First Times with Family
The silver-black drake rose from his slumber with a growl, the cave that he shared with his adult sisters quiet and homely. He had not yet found his own territory but that was still to come and the three of them sharing, even if the land was not what they were all individually looking for, suited them well enough for the time being. It was high up in the mountains were the slopes ran more ragged than usual, shrubs and low-lying bushes clinging to the rougher ground where they were better placed for resilience. It meant that there were few places for prey to hide but, at the same time, they could easily glide down to the foothills to stalk deer and practice their skills in fishing if a more slippery meat took their fancy. There was plenty of prey if only they were willing to look for it, although Xigfeldo's stomach did not quite yet rumble for it as he stretched out like a feline, yawning widely to show off a flash of his pink maw lined with sharp teeth.
Strong-bodied, he was not yet fully-grown in dragon terms, although he was already several decades old. His hips had filled out a little more than those that he lived with, the arch of his spine still a little on the bony side, the vertebrae showing through. He'd fill out more as he grew stronger but his younger body was lighter and more agile to compensate for that, the round of his stomach not yet present but on the leaner side, drawing definition to the shape of his cheek. His horns were lightly curved back from his head with a crest of fur, thick and full, between them, running down the back of his neck and matching the thick fluff at the tip of his tail too. Yet what was most striking about Xigfeldo was how he bore the attributes, only the best, of both silver and black dragons, his silver scales darker but still striking as the light caught them.
He was unique. He had not seen another dragon like him in his life so far and he doubted very much that there was one that could match up to him in that regard. Not that he was cocky but he sat back on his haunches after working out the kinks in his body, rolling his shoulders back, thinking of the dragons he'd met. No, they were not like him and he not like them, though that was something that he should have perhaps worked out before. It was not something that was, as yet, fully-formed in his mind, though he would have many, many more years of his lifespan to muse over things like that, which was one of a dragon's favourite pastimes.
He had two sisters who were entirely female, whereas he held both male and female sexes within his cloaca, preferring to identify as male merely for the convenience of it. He could go either way but they were strictly female, at least so far in their lives. There was no telling just what could come to pass with dragon magic running rampant, the mischief of the spell-casters beyond all compare.
Pearl was a beauty in her black-scales, traditionally and typically garbed with a light frill on either side of her head where the indents of her ears were. Her stealth and sense of hearing were both unparalleled by anyone else he had ever met (besides himself) and she flew like a barn owl, completely silently. Her eyes were an icy-blue that he swore could cut through the hardest of rocks, her claws hooked like scythes, slicing and dicing all prey that they took down in but a moment. The long lash of her tail curled back and forth even when she was at rest of an evening, eyeing up the ledge outside their shared cave, perhaps thinking of the prey she was to tackle on her next flight.
Silvershine, however, could not have been more different to Pearl with her bright silver scales, polished to a sheen with how much care she took of them. She spent so much time polishing them that one may have considered her vain but she knew that a well cared for body was one that was primed for the hunt, her tail-tip fluffy like that of her brother's. She had horns rather than the light frill of her sister but was still growing into her body, appearing a little on the lankier side and hinting at the size she would reach in the hundreds of years yet to come. Dragons were independent after only a few decades, thankfully, but lived for so many years that it took a long time to grow a body of that size, their scales hardening over time, which was just why Silvershine took so much time looking after herself and her body.
The day had passed with a cold lick of winter air, approaching on the last of the autumn breeze, though he had slept through most of it with his stomach full after feeding only the day before. There was no rush for him and his sisters in their lazy, laid-back life of growing and learning, leaning on one another for help and assistance where needed. It would have been lonesome to grow up there alone but there was still much that lay ahead of them, namely what resided under Xigfeldo's stomach, tucked up between his hind legs and under his tail where it would be well-protected.
He was not, as all who met him knew, just a male dragon but he had not yet had the chance to test out what made him the sex that he had chosen to adopt, tail idly swishing back and forth across the smooth cave floor as he considered it. There was still something missing there, as none of the dragons that they had met on their travels, after maturing, had really caught their attention, for he knew that his sisters were as untouched as he was. Xigfeldo frowned. Some dragons were proud of their purity. He didn't understand that. But he knew too that such "purity", if one could even call it that when it was linked to the churning needs of the body, did not last long considering the strength and virility of dragons in their sexuality.
Even as he thought about it, of a particularly fine green dragoness who, sadly, had not been as interested in him as he was in her, his shaft stirred within his cloaca, swelling forth. Sensually, it spread the edges of his cloaca to make itself known, pushing out with its smooth skin, glistening with his own lubrication and just a hint of his oily essence. Concentrating, Xigfeldo grunted and huffed as he tried to squeeze out even more of that oil, a potent aphrodisiac that made him a little light-headed, though he had not had the chance to use it on another dragon deliberately. Only once, after his body had started to produce that thickly viscous oil, had he accidentally affected another dragon with it, though they had merely been unable to continue a conversation with him after that accident and left to continue on their way fairly swiftly. It was a shame.
He may have not spent time with another dragon sexually as yet but that did not mean that Xigfeldo had not learned how to satisfy his needs. Hissing through his teeth, the drake smirked darkly and flicked his tail, cock throbbing and lightly twisting back and forth. Prehensile, it was hard and ready for action at a moment's notice, yet his feminine passage within his cloaca too begged attention, something that part of him could deliver too.
Standing, he curled his tail around for a better angle, hind legs trembling on an edge of excitement, the tip of his fluffy tail brushing the flushed and swollen lips of his cloaca. It did not respond like a female sex, he thought, but it did spread a little when he was aroused, partly pushed there when his cock was out and hard, allowing room for it to harden. His sex wanted something more though as he caught his breath, teasing the thicker length of his tail back and forth against the edges, though that had the happy accident of grinding over his shaft too, doubling the pleasure.
