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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Submission
The blue dragon growled as he was hitched to an O-ring in the entrance hall, tail lashing furiously. It was bad enough that he wore no clothing at all - not even undergarments - but to be led around like a feral animal on a leash! Why, the notion was unheard of. Yet such was his life and such was how his life would continue. A black leather bridle encased his muzzle, a bit not designed for draconian muzzles straining his jaws apart, and forced him to tip his head back to swallow or else drool constantly. Cold and metallic on his tongue, Makaidos tried to ignore its feel and crossed his arms over his broad, bare chest, glaring down the anthropomorphic being holding the end of the leash.
The slave who had led him there, a tough-skinned rhinoceros, rolled his leathery shoulders, unmoved by his griping. It was all the same to him and Makaidos would not be the first fellow slave to snarl and snap and stomp its hind paws at him like the younglings they were at heart. A lifer in the slave world would soon learn, he had no doubt about that at all. He wore nothing besides a loincloth - a loincloth that Makaidos would have given his left wing for if he had been so disposed to give anything away. He grimaced, shuffling his bound wings against his back, leather shifting. A slave had nothing to give away.
"There, there." The rhinoceros, whose name Makaidos had never learned, patted him condescendingly on the head, between his pair of lighter coloured downward curving horns. "You shan't be alone here long."
Taking a step back, the burly anthro studied him, dark eyes narrowed and lost amongst folds of skin. He stroked his horn, running his calloused paw from the base to the tip over and over again. The motion was so hypnotic that Makaidos caught himself staring, following its path intently.
"Mistress Thema will be along soon," the rhinoceros told him, still stroking his horn. "Then you'll be...how do they say...more amenable? Not bored, are you?"
He grinned, baring blunt teeth that gleamed with care. It was likely the only good the slave could do for himself in caring for his body the best he could.
"That's what you want, isn't it? Some company?" He chortled. "Mistress will have plenty of that for you!"
Makaidos deigned to answer and angled his muzzle away. The answer was obvious and bore no just response. Rising to the muscle-slave's goading would not serve him well, judging by past experiences. He shuddered at the memory of the rhinoceros and a group of other furs muscling the larger dragon from his bed to the poolside where Thema entertained her guests. Lilies cupping magical flames had adorned the clear blue waters, yet his attention had been dragged from them all too swiftly, their beauty fleeting in the moment. Strapped down and abused, he was forced to take every humiliating gesture and his gazelle mistress' faux phallus under his tail, until a four-legged beast had his turn too.
No... He shook himself. That was not a good memory. Best not to go there. Best not to recall the abject humiliation, the way the beast's cock felt sliding under his...
No.
It seemed silly to have his wings bound so closely to his back instead of his arms - it was not as if he could even fly after spending so long cooped up without opportunity to stretch his wings - so Makaidos focused on the feel of them instead. If his jaws had been free, he would have hissed a spire of smoke, letting it curl from his nostrils and show just how steep he deemed the injustice of the situation to be. Let the little gazelle see exactly how fearsome he was. Then she would think twice about strapping his wings down into uncomfortable bundles. The muscles strained to be free, tugging on leather straps with constrained power, muscle bulging even without frequent use.
Or she would think twice about letting him go around her mansion with any part of him unbound, a sly voice in his head added bitterly. She would not want to chance his wrath or insolence on that level if he demonstrated a less compliant side than what he had practiced of late.
Makaidos shifted, unable to find a safe topic for his mind to play with. Being a slave, at least on his side, involved much standing around waiting for his mistress and there was often too much time to think. The only other being of interest in the aquamarine tinted hall, illuminated with softly glowing royal blue stones, was his fellow slave. Unbound, the rhinoceros stood casually with his arms folded across his chest, spindly tail flicking as if to swat away imaginary flies from a savannah far away. Between his legs, the loincloth bulged and the creature scratched it as nonchalantly as he would rub his muzzle, thick fingers scraping. Under his touch, the bulge swelled and he chuffed lightly in the back of his throat, drooped ears twitching. Makaidos swallowed hard, the tip of his shaft teasing ever so subtly from his pale scaled sheath, so shy that one could have missed it if they were not already aware of his arousal.
Tail swaying, Makaidos turned his mind away, though not his eyes, watching as the large paw descended again, the back side rubbing over the contained rod of flesh that Makaidos just knew was hidden there. The dragon fought down a whimper, burying it deep. Need raged through him. When had she last allowed him to orgasm? It was too long, far too long for any self-respecting male. Yet his body was not his own and had not been his own for many years. He was not allowed that pleasure or any pleasure at all, for that matter.
The rhinoceros caught him looking and grinned, cupping the bulge beneath his loincloth as if to imply that he would be doing something else with it later, a hungry look in his beady black eyes. Makaidos shuddered.
"Slave."
The dragon stiffened, pupils shifting to the point over his shoulder where he knew his mistress would appear, her sultry, powerful tone unmistakable. He would never understand how she managed to move so silently with hooves, even if they were the split cloven hooves her kind boasted. The Thompson's gazelle's size may have had something to do with her stealth, her innate ability to blend in with her surroundings so that she could tap him on the shoulder before he even knew she was in the room.
Draped in sheer, baby blue fabric that set off her red-brown coat, the gazelle stalked around him, a casual paw tracing a path over his scales. Muscles tensing, Makaidos tilted his muzzle back as her paw reached his throat, the tips of her fingers brushing over his Adam's apple. He yearned to yank his head away but had learned early on that that only earned him a sharp reprimand.
Thema glanced behind the dragon and smiled at the rowdier approach of two companions - a stag and a mare who was dressed in a similar style to Thema, wisps of green silk floating around her body while her modesty was mostly preserved. Mostly. Bouncing lightly from hoof to hoof as if she could not stay still for more than the fleetest of moments, the bay mare clapped her paws and flicked her black mane out of her eyes as she made sounds of what Makaidos assumed was approval. The buck with a small rack of antlers scratched his white chin and shifted in a pair of form-fitting trousers, black fabric clinging too tightly to muscle and flesh. Makaidos smirked inwardly. He would never understand modern fashion. The buck must be roasting.
Better that he be roasting over a spit, if he was one of the free folk, the voice in the back of his mind quipped sullenly, ever so active of late.
Quiet.
