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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"You are the perfect mate."
Rio growled, the wolf twisting back and forth, a ball gag in his mouth, his chin tipped down in the only act of defiance he could answer Ropaq with. He was distinctive in his features, the strong line of his masculine jaw and the blue highlights across his shoulders and hips, otherwise bearing the traditional grey colouring of a wolf. That was perhaps why Ropaq had taken him for her own pleasure, the blue wolf locking him away deep within her dungeon. If he had been clothed, however, he would not have had his colouration and patterning on full show, his legs forced apart with how they were tied and the chair hard against his seat and back.
She smirked, toying with a crop, though it was all part of the show, the role she wanted to play, the wolf she'd captured lashed down to a metal chair. Soon, she would have him up in her bed-chamber, as playful as a puppy, but there were greater needs for a slave than what they thought, after all. Ropaq brushed back the thicker blue fur from around her face, filtering through different shades, though the light flecking of silver through her coat gave the impression that she had been sprinkled in stardust.
She was unique...and so was he, the delicate blue markings on his face woefully covered by the straps of the ball gag, at least partially, though Ropaq would see him unmasked later, her slave in all his glory. She smirked, licking her lips. Oh, Rio did not know all the fun she was going to have with him yet!
She'd never break him, Rio vowed, even as her paws roamed his body, giggling and sweetly praising him, telling him how "big and strong" he was. Did she think that that was going to change his mind? She'd had her guards jump him, knock him out -- and now she had him tied up to a steel chair as if he was some kind of prisoner about to be tortured?
"Now, sweetie," she crooned, her eyes glittering with a kind of intensity that would have scared Rio if he did not feel that he had been in fare worse places. "I had to gag you, you see, because you tried to bite me. Slaves don't bite, honey, so you'd best be a good pup for me now."
He growled, narrowing his eyes, trying to talk, though all that came out was a mumble, gnashing his teeth against the ball of the gag.
"Ah-ah-ah -- how naughty!"
Ropaq only laughed at him, knowing that he was secured, the ropes tight and restraining his motion in such a way too that he could not use his muscles against them to simply break them. They had been woven too tightly, anyway, not that Rio was to know that.
