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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Bound and Used
"Ladies, I'm sure we can work this out..."
Aquilan sweated, the eagle bound to what could only be described as a St Andrew's cross. A blue-scaled dragoness with chainmail armour covering only the most intimate parts of her body smirked at him, the butt of her spear jammed down onto the stage.
"Quiet, little bird. There'll be time to hear you squawk during the demonstration."
The eagle squirmed, the warrior having been stripped of his armour, shuddering nude on a stage that looking down on an auditorium that he could only presume would swiftly become filled with spectators. The dragons on stage with him laughed and spoke jovially amongst one another, but not a single shard of their conversation was supposed to include him even with him in earshot.
It had been a routine quest, something that he'd taken on between missions that would have otherwise garbed him in far more fine armour and weapons than he had brought with him to investigate a tribe of dragonesses with so-called 'alternate' ways of living. No one had thought them dangerous and, truly, they probably weren't, but it was the way the pecking order, so to speak, had been reversed in their land that was probably of the utmost concern.
Most so to the captured Aquilan, the proud knight manacled to the cross in naked view of anyone who cared to look upon him.
He could do nothing to escape his fate, grunting and growling as he heaved at his bonds, although it was to no avail. The stands below the stage filled, wood ringing with the sound of many paws, all belonging to dragonesses clad in various levels of armour. Some were of the lewder 'barely armour' variety while others appeared in more traditional warrior garb, leather and steal protecting them from even the most steadfast of opponents.
More and more piled in, eyes on him and hooting at his predicament, the only male in what was apparently a stadium of some kind, bound and on show. He shivered. He could only expect what was to come, although the lack of any sort of guillotine or implement of traditional execution was, at least, a little reassuring.
Only what was to come instead of his death if they were not hankering for blood?
"Ladies!"
The crowd clamoured to hear, pressing up to the very foot of the stage. Aquilan sweated, keening softly as he tried to lean back, but only found the hard wood of the cross grinding into his shoulder blades.
"I have gathered you here today for a little, shall we say, demonstration!" Her tongue flickered cruelly from her jaws as she paused, a smile tugging at her lips. "And this fine specimen of an eagle, if of the lesser being of male, has willingly volunteered to join us!"
Volunteered? That was one, not entirely correct, way to put it. And what did she mean there was to be a demonstration with him?
The blue dragoness turned to him, tail whipping about her as if she could not quite slow its progress around her body, despite her control over the limb. The eagle shivered against himself, pressing back into the cross.
"I am Sairsyn and I will be the one to, shall we say, welcome you today."
She grinned like a feral, baring her teeth as her tail lashed. Aquilan rolled his eyes and, pointedly, turned his beak away in the best display of insolence he could possibly put on. As if he was going to go along with what she wanted!
"Shall we say, Sairsyn, that I shall not be participating."
"Oh, my dear." She cackled, throwing her head back in a raucous way that, somehow, sent chills down his spine. "You don't have any choice in that matter. But maybe I'll be kind to you."
Her eyes glinted.
"Maybe."
Somehow, he doubted that would ring true.
The blade of her spear flashed through the air and he winced, though it stopped short of his throat, just a threat of what would happen if he did not go along with her will. His chest heaved and he grunted throatily as she unlocked the manacles around his wrists and ankles, allowing him to crumple, unbound, to the stage. Rubbing the sore rings around his flesh furiously, he scrambled to his feet swiftly but Sairsyn was already there, sweeping his legs out from under him.
Crashing to the stage, Aquilan swore like a page rather than a knight as she ploughed into his back, rope appearing as if from nowhere as she secured his wrists in the coarse fibres.
"See, ladies, how you have to be quick to restrain the insolent males," she huffed, throwing her voice as she explained, cruelly, just what she was doing to the crowd. "Best to leave them on display, dangling where they cannot fight back."
"Get the hell off me!" Aquilan screeched, wrenching an arm free as she juddered half off him. "By my pledge to the crown, I'll have you -"
"Oh, quiet."
Clamping a paw tight around his beak, Sairsyn rolled her eyes and hogtied him up nicely, going for efficiency rather than a pretty job. Chest on the wooden boards, Aquilan tried to squeak and call out, but there was nothing he could do but squirm helplessly, nakedly, with his backside exposed for the roaring, jeering crowd to see.
"There's a good bird now," Sairsyn crooned, patting his beak condescendingly as she released him. "And now we'll see just what we can mould this one into!"
