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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Sharks & Sisters
Fyr knocked back a shot at the bar, cheap vodka burning as it slipped down her throat. The dragoness shuddered and gasped, massaging her throat as it seemed to leave a searing trail in its wake, wings tucked in close to the crimson dragoness' back. The bar was busy and thriving as she leaned down on the counter, smiling at the bartender bustling back and forth to get everyone drinks. The warthog, well known for not giving anyone an ounce more alcohol than they'd ordered in the college city, raced back and forth, intent only on his job as a bead of sweat trickled down behind his piggy ear.
She stretched out her wings and sat up tall, pushing her shoulder blades back as the sounds of the bar washed over her. A rare night out for herself was something to be enjoyed, she'd decided, though the dragoness knew it would not be that long before she had herself some good company.
The dragon smirked to herself, tapping her claws on the bar for another drink, her third of the evening and still going strong. No, her kind of dragon, the kind with swaying hips and a tail that drew the eye to her full, round buttocks always had the right kind of attention on her, if not at all times.
Everyone needed a break now and then, after all.
"You seem to be having fun here all by your lonesome."
Well, that was quicker than I thought.
She raised an eyebrow as a hammerhead shark eased herself delicately onto the stool beside her, demonstrating far more finesse and class than a dragon may have expected from a creature who would have naturally lived in the ocean. There were not many sharks around inland, even though they had evolved into two-legged anthros perfectly capable of breathing air. It was a funny sort of being, the translation from aquatic to amphibious, and Fyr had no doubt that a lot of furries spoke so badly of them for that simple fact alone.
She wasn't some furries.
"Sometimes you need a quiet one," she said, a lazily smile pulling at her lips, her mind a pleasant buzz of vodka. "You new around here?"
The shark shook her blocky head, eyes turned slightly forward so that she didn't have to tip it at a side-on angle.
"Not really. Only don't go out as much as I probably should."
Fyr gave her a strange look.
"It's college, hun, we're meant to be out all the time."
The shark laughed, a strange sound that could have come burbling up from the depths of the ocean to become waves crashing on the rocks.
"Maybe so." She stuck out her hand. "I'm Cheryal."
"Fyr."
They shook, the shark's grip firm and not one bit as slimy as Fyr may have expected it to be in the back of her mind.
And that was that: a friendship was made. It was funny how alcohol loosened the tongue, both of them of a suitable age to be drinking. It turned out that Cheryal had taken a few years off from the school system before embarking on college, though whether or not it had set her up for her studies was another question entirely.
"It's just so much work!" She complained, slamming her fist down on the bar top, to the disapproval of their warthog overseer. "I never thought it would be this bad. I hiked around the Greek islands on less money than I get from the scholarship! Not that I don't appreciate it, but it seems like they think that's supposed to support me through my entire course?"
She laughed, the teeth tucked back into the curve of her jaws flashing in the sharp bar lighting.
"Fat chance of that!"
"Oh, I know, girl," Fyr commiserated, nodding sagely. "It hardly leaves you any time to just enjoy yourself. I know school is important and all, but you've got to relax too."
It was a philosophy she'd employed many times in her younger years in another school where she was definitely not supposed to have been doing what she did then to relax. Heat rushed to the dragoness' cheeks and she coughed into her paw to disguise her flush. It was strange to be on her own for that reason alone; having a sibling meant so little time to herself when she was younger and it was all the same living with him at college too.
Their parents had agreed readily to it, anticipating that the bills, at least, would be less if they kept both of their young together. Fyr guessed that her dad was just glad to see her brother going to college at all. But it was one of the reasons that she'd waited for him, taking a couple of gap years to let him catch up with her.
In the college town, however, they could be on the same page as each other, for once.
Undoubtedly, as if Fyr had led the conversation there herself, the topic turned to lovers and, more specifically boyfriends. More specifically still, who was banging and dumping who. Cheryal had had a string of flings in college, saying that she didn't want anything serious, but Fyr suspected that wasn't true, as adventurous as the shark seemed to be. Sipping her cocktail delicately, the hammerhead gave a soft murmur of appreciation for the fruity concoction, taking a cherry delicately between her teeth.
"So, Fyr," she giggled, swaying a little drunkenly on her stool. "What's this boyfriend of yours like then?"
Fyr blushed and covered her mouth with her paw, a hiccup shaking her as the shark chuckled, giggles gripping her slender form
"Oh, I couldn't possibly say..."
"Dish the dirt! I've seen you around with a blue drake - drop dead gorgeous!"
Fyr's mouth opened to say the words that she'd had to say all the time in her hometown. That Kao wasn't her boyfriend, he was just her brother and they were ridiculous for thinking that they were an item. Most would quickly apologise and look suitably ashamed after she 'corrected' them, even if Fyr was lying through her teeth and what they had seen between her and her brother was far more than sibling love at best.
The dragoness cleared her throat.
"Yes... Well..." It wasn't as if their relationship was a secret at college, she just had to keep her story straight. "Yeah, we're a thing. A couple."
Her heart warmed. It was good to say it after such a long time of keeping their relationship secret, all under wraps and on the down low. Of course, it would have been a scandal if it had ever gotten out in their hometown that Fyr and her brother had been fucking since they'd been old enough to know what sex was but, in the college city, anything was possible. And what was possible for Fyr, far, far away from home, was a relationship with the brother who had, so very sweetly, taken her virginity from her years ago.
"So!" Cheryal giggled. "What's he like? Damn, he looks hot!"
Fyr blushed.
"Yeah. He is. Hot, I mean."
"Come on - have you no details? Got a pic of him?"
Fyr slipped her phone from her pocket, opening it to her gallery.
"Here's one. Will that do?"
The shark gave a soft 'oooh' as she took the phone from Fyr's paws, studying the photo of Kao in a band T-shirt.
"He's niiiiice. So have you - oh no!"
Her thumb tapped the screen, flipping over to the next photo in the gallery... However, that picture was a close-up of Kao's cock and balls, his shaft hard and ridged in all its glory.
"Whoa!"
Fyr lunged for the phone, but a laughing Cheryal held it out of reach. Staring a little too closely at the screen, the shark boldly flipped to the next photo in her gallery of Kao topless, posing beside the pool they'd visited on their last holiday together. His bulge was visible even through his swim trunks and Cheryal's eyes visibly popped, getting just that little bit wider.
Well, someone certainly likes what they see. Fyr bristled. But she can't have what's already mine.
"Damn, Fyr," she breathed. "You really do know how to pick 'em!"
The dragoness growled and tapped her claws sharply on the bar top.
"Sure, I do, but could you please hand that back over right now?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
There was a distinct lack of apology in her voice that Fyr could not help but notice, sitting back with an elbow on the bar and an eyebrow raised. Cheryal downed the last of her drink with a satisfied 'ah', but her eyes flicked back to Fyr, the shark near enough brimming over with questions.
"So..." She said, dragging out the word. "Nice cock on that one, huh?"
Fyr sighed.
"You really shouldn't have done that."
But the words were empty and there was no conviction in her tone, much as there had been no apology in the shark's. Fyr's crotch tingled with heat and she wondered just what Kao would say if he found out that she was flashing around photos of him and his junk. She knew they had to be careful, even though they were in a different town, but some things just held such an alluring edge that she could not help but investigate them, delving into what had her pussy drip just from the mere thought alone.
"You know, I've got more photos of him."
Cheryal grinned. Perhaps she'd been expecting Fyr to give in all along.
"And are you going to show me or not, you sly thing?"
Taking a breath, Fyr tapped the phone screen again, opening the folder in her gallery that held all of her most 'special' photos. The first one that popped up was Kao naked, sprawled on the bed with his soft cock laid across his thigh. Cheryal murred appreciatively and nudge Fyr's wrist to prod her on to the next and, riding a jittery high that was not unlike that of adrenaline, showed the shark another. And another. And another. There was photo after photo of her stud drake of a brother to show and not a single one of them would disappoint any curious femfur.
"Oh, the things I could do to that cock..." Cheryal murmured, shaking her head. "I wish I'd gotten to him before you, but you've got a damn good one there. Wish I could see him!"
Fyr smirked.
