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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"Dad!"
At the kitchen counter, the cougar hummed as he lifted his mug of coffee to his lips, pretending to be engrossed in the newspaper. He didn't read the newspaper -- not seriously, at least -- but it was a good enough pretence that it never failed to make him appear distracted when, in reality, his demonic attention was on every minute detail around him. Ropes' tentacles, all four of them, undulated gently above his bare back, rubbing softly over his tawny-brown fur as he pretended disinterest in the world around him.
"Daddy, are you even listening to me? Hello! Dad? Daddy?"
The burned umber dragoness, a striking orange-red, hopped from one hind paw to the other in the doorway. He didn't need to look to know that she was wearing that shirt that was cut so low below her breasts that it may as well have not been a shirt at all. It revealed her cleavage, pushing out like her mother's had in her prime, scales glistening in the flattering early morning light. Usually, Helena would not have been seen out of bed at this time, but something had called her from her bed before her time.
Licking his lips, Ropes swished his tail slowly back and forth, rumbling softly with mirth as the dragoness scraped the claws on her evidently bare hind paws over the kitchen tiles. It was a shockingly annoying sound that would have usually had him snarling and spitting, but today was the time to play his game, not hers. He had the upper paw, even if his cock was already tenting out the front of his jogging bottoms at the mere thought of bending her over the kitchen counter and taking her right in front of the window. He wouldn't even have to take off that damn skirt of hers, the one that barely covered the round curve of her buttocks, tail flipped too high for decency. All he'd have to do would be to tug aside her underwear, if she was even wearing any, and he could be breeding his daughter again.
Although she probably wasn't wearing any underwear either, not even a thong. Ropes smirked and sipped his coffee, eyes half-lidded. His daughter could be quite the whore when she wanted to be. Keeping his muzzle carefully angled away, the cougar smiled privately to himself. It was a good thing that he liked her like that. A very good thing indeed.
Especially as any true male would have been able to smell her heat from a mile away.
Helena snorted, the ghost of fire flickering at the back of her mouth. Although her strain of dragons could not breathe fire anymore, sometimes the wild dance of her white-blonde hair about her muzzle proved reminiscent of times gone by for their kind.
Sighing, Ropes straightened and glanced back over his shoulder, only to meet the eyes of a very worked up dragoness.
"Do I have to say it?" She snapped, showing little of the respect for her father that she had had in her younger years. "You do this every time." She scoffed and flipped her paw. "Don't you get bored of it?"
Taking a deep breath, Ropes steadied himself. Willpower was in decidedly short supply with her aroma clouding his senses and flooding into every single little corner of the room. Nowhere was safe when a dragoness in heat was around.
"Helena," he said slowly, closing the newspaper with a rustle of pages. "We've talked about this."
She groaned and pressed her forehead to the wall, tail lashing frantically. For a moment, she reminded him so much of him as a much younger cougar that he almost smiled. He only just caught himself in time, though his pale eyes twinkled with barely concealed humour.
"Are you seriously going to make me beg for it again?" She whined, whirling to face him with her eyes ablaze. "We go through this every time I'm in heat and it's always the same game you play!"
Ropes shook his head.
"It's not a game, Helena. You know how careful we have to be."
It was a game.
The dragoness groaned and stalked him, eyes sultry and a wicked sway to her hips. Ropes tried not to let her see how he swallowed, coolly maintaining control. Running her paw down his bare chest, Helena rumbled softly and leaned in close, lips at his throat.
"She won't be back for hours yet." Helena's voice came out as a sultry hiss, claws tracing down the line of muscle in his arms. "We have plenty of time... She's had her weekend away. She won't be thinking of getting up early to drive back here."
Helena kissed his throat, tongue lashing out against the underside of his chin.
"We don't need to worry about mother."
Grimacing, Ropes shook his head and took her by the shoulders, forcing her back a step with his greater size and strength. The dragoness glowered, appearing every bit the petulant dragonet she'd once been. The cougar shivered against his will. How many times had they mated since his daughter had become an adult, fully grown and settled in her own skin and scales? The times were too numerous to count, yet his seed had never taken. He'd been careful.
Perhaps it was time to not be so careful...
But he had to make her take a step back first. Helena would rend him from head to toe if she thought for even a moment that she had him exactly where she wanted him. Ropes chuffed under his breath, eyes narrowing. Dragons were always like that. It was one of the reasons that he kept his wife, Fyr, on such a tight leash. But Fyr liked that too. It was where she belonged.
"You can't know that, Helena." He frowned, feigning concern. "There's no telling when she'll be back -- you know how she likes to get up early. Do you want your mother to catch us?" He scowled. "Right in the act?"
The dragoness pouted and scuffed her hind paw across the floor. She would never have usually acted like a dragonet denied a treat, but heat did strange things to dragoness', pushing them to the very limits of what they would normally do all for the business of egg laying.
"No, I don't want her to catch us," she muttered after an inordinately long pause. "Everything would go wrong if she did."
