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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Double Domination
Sairsyn smirked and tugged on the eagle's chain, his head encased in a falconry hood that would have typically been used for non-sentient creatures. But intelligence and the ability to make choices of their own free will wasn't something she considered a part of her slaves in the slightest. Sure, they might have to make the odd decision here and there but the blue-scaled dragoness knew that that was part of the fun, setting things up so that they, well, might just trip up and incite the desire for even more fun later on! Most of the time the dragon's slaves thought it was fun, at least. Not all of the time but most of it, which was more than fair enough in her books.
She clicked her tongue softly against the roof of her mouth, moving through the castle to the room of a visiting dignitary - a tribe of warrior females just like hers. It suited her more to speak to a lady in power than hamper herself with the grunts and snorts of a male - especially when said male would do better on his knees. So silly that in much of the world they did not even consider it a right of femfurs to become knights! That surely showed just how backwards everything was, truly.
"Come now."
She snapped the chain taut and sent Aquilan stumbling forward, the eagle keening and mumbling as he struggled to catch himself. It was funny how limited a body could become when one's arms were bound, even though they, of course, held no true function in walking. And that was something that Sairsyn took great pleasure in experimenting with too, testing just how binding one part of a body affected the rest of a male. It would not have done to experiment on females but Aquilan was, by far, her favourite slave and even making his way to the top of her household. It was impressive, really, just how the submissive little slave of a bird had been broken down into an obedient pet, although that was something that Sairsyn was more than happy to take every last bit of credit for.
"Amethyst - darling!"
The dragoness entered into the room to which the slave bird had not even heard her knock, nearly dragged off his feet as he staggered for balance that simply was not to be his. But whoever was within clearly wanted to see what Sairsyn had to offer - and knew the dragoness too, which was a given - as they scrambled to get the hood off, clucking their tongue disapprovingly against the roof of their mouth as it proved a little more difficult to retrieve than expected.
"Darn thing!"
And then it was gone, the eagle blinking as a dungeon was laid out before him with every kinky implement - not for true torture, of course - that one could possibly imagine. It was nothing of a bedroom, although there was a four-poster bed there too, but the mare that stood before him in a violet corset with black detailing and no garments on her bottom half at all commanded the presence of the room. Sairsyn chuckled and handed over the chain as if Aquilan meant nothing at all for her, her own skimpy attire derived of chainmail barely covering the 'important' bits and drawing the imagination to more sordid places still. Aquilan shivered as the chainmail clinked, licking the edge of his beak as if to recall the taste of her. He'd had his tongue inside her tight cunny so many times that it was a wonder that her scent did not linger on his beak every second of every day, although that was most likely a blessing in disguise. Despite his status in her household, they wouldn't have wanted him to think himself above other slaves.
"What do you think, Amethyst?" Sairsyn probed, tipping forward as her tail swung eagerly from one side to the other. "Isn't he a fine one? I simply had to snatch him up for myself! And so submissive too!"
