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.
*****
"And how did you come to be here, my little bird?"
Amethyst giggled as she stalked around the eagle, bound as if to be paddled on a custom designed piece of bondage furniture that had him lying on top of a beautifully padded bench. His arms and legs stretched down perpendicular to the floor, cuffed securely to the legs of the device with leather strips that had her inhaling their scent, nostrils flaring noticeably. The smooth wood of the bondage bench rang a rich mahogany while the pad atop gleamed in crimson, her preferred shade for accentuating what was there to be enjoyed. The eagle's glossy brown feathers shone in the lights of the Christmas tree, testing the limits of his restraints and finding them to, indeed, hold firm. His feathered rump, of course, was on full display.
"Such a pretty little birdie," she murmured, trailing her fingers down the line of scarlet feathers on his back -- how divine! -- as she took him in from beak to tail. "Just however do the little ones like you end up in my home?"
The golden eagle, Aquilan to those who know him personally, squirmed under her attention, the mare stalking around him in a tight circle as if to admire him from every angle. And the once proud and fearless knight was a sight to behold with the leather harness and straps stripping away every iota that could have possibly remained of his pride. He dug at the legs of the bench with his talons, leathery, yellow skin stretching up to his calves and elbows respectively, yet his plight was hopeless, the avian locked in of his own accord.
Amethyst smirked. That moment when they lost that last bit of fight... Oh, it would come, but it never became any less pleasurable and the anticipation of the moment was almost as good as his release of control itself. Her eyes narrowed, a gleam betraying a wickeder intention.
Almost. But not quite.
Pausing before him as she completed a full circle she cocked a hip, fingers curled around the edge of bone that showed through her lean, chestnut coat. Allowing him to see the full length of her body since she'd strapped him onto the bench, her red coat gleamed with good health, breasts cupped by a leather bra that matched the decor of her wooden cabin, the luxury of which left her wanting for nothing. Strangely for her, she'd left her pussy bare of any undergarments whatsoever, but there was a reason for that -- oh, there most certainly was. And it was not solely to be admired.
What he could not ignore about her figure, however, was the harness snugly tugged up around the tops of her thighs and above her hips. Even as he watched, beak slightly agape, she hummed softly to herself and settled the strap across the bone of her hips, the long shaft bobbing and swaying as if it was actively inviting him in.
He gulped and shook his head, eyes plaintive. And yet he could not drag his eyes away from the length of horse-cock, jutting out from her crotch in a way that was idealistic and yet unnatural at the same time.
"No..." He said, though his voice was barely above a whisper, eyes cast down to her hooves. "I..." Aquilan shook his head, shuddering at his own inadequacy. "It's too big... Mistress, please..."
Patting his head too firmly -- his beak bobbed from the hard pat -- she hooked her fingers into the corner of his beak, ignoring the wickedly curved tip, and forced him to look up at her.
"You can scream if you like," she said, fingering the smooth length of horse-cock, complete with flared tip and defined medial ring. "
He would have shaken his head, but she had him in too firm a hold and Aquilan gave a low keen that would have been more suited to a lesser bird of prey or perhaps even a songbird, but not a noble knight of his statue. It didn't matter if he complained or not, however: he was getting fucked whether he doubted his decision or not.
And she knew it too. Stalking behind him with a light clip-clop of hooves as she moved from the rug to the treated, wooden floorboards, she let the weight of the faux-cock hang over his rump, pressing into his feathers in a very intimate reminder of just what he was going to be taking that very night.
Struggling anew against his bonds, Aquilan squawked and rounded his shoulders, letting out a low grunt as he fought and...failed inadequately against the bonds. They weren't giving up anytime soon and his efforts were really so weak that Amethyst didn't pay them any attention, instead pushing his tail feathers up and out of the way as she teased the faux-cock between his rear cheeks.
"Lube?" She giggled and gave his rump a light slap, flesh jiggling beneath the feathers. "Perhaps needed. You are a delicate one..."
She leaned in over his back as two suddenly slick and cold fingers found their way under his tail, sultry tone barely above a whisper.
"I wouldn't want to break you now, would I?"
She left the question as it was, pushing two digits into the eagle's yielding hole. Aquilan sucked in a breath -- as if he'd been ready! -- and groaned deep in the back of his throat as he was spread open so deliciously. His head swam. How long had it been since he'd been penetrated there? Too long, definitely. A switch by name, he couldn't deny which way his inclinations leaned. And the mare was more than happy to play to his desires, which just so happened to match up with her own.
In her own way, of course.
Aquilan swallowed hard, need rising as the scent of equine arousal, heady like the earth after a heavy rainstorm, clouded the air around them. It was too much and he couldn't stop his cock hardening in response to the stimulation, pressing into the bench and, no doubt, leaving a stain of pre-cum to soak into his feathers. Shuddering, he gulped and wantonly pressed back onto her fingers, craving the real thing, the main event that she had on offer if only he was brave enough to, quite literally, take it.
