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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Dominated by a Dragoness
The stone walls lurked in the shadows, torches flickering with dancing, crackling flames. Electricity was provided in the modern dungeon, of course, but there was something about a natural flame that simply boasted an effect that LEDs simply could never come close to, Amethyst raking her gaze over the racks of toys and implements of both sexual pleasure and torture that others only ever saw part of. Slowly but surely, however, the domme methodically worked her way through her collection during every session, whether she had dragged someone down to her dungeon or they had trotted along merrily without any sense of trepidation, leaving everything well-oiled and pristinely clean.
Not that she was the one to clean anything, of course. The dragon dominatrix had slaves to do that work for her.
"Well, well, well... And I thought no one would be bold enough to enter my dungeon again."
The green dragoness strutted and smirked, cracking a cane into the palm of her opposite paw. The sharp smack that the impact made easily denoted just how violent the slap of it had been and yet she did not even flinch, standing tall and proud, tail wavering back and forth ever so lightly as if she had become a feline in the heat of the moment, barely able to control her lust and fervour at finding not one but two lusciously willing victims before her. Her shoulder blades pushed back in the claim of a latex corset that put her breasts on show beneath her longer, more draconian neck and sharply angled collar bones, cutting down to a latex suspender belt and like stockings, which left her hind paws and toes wonderfully bare.
Other doms may have covered more of themselves but not the dragoness. After all, she had some extra equipment between her legs that set her apart from all other dominatrix's at the club, the exclusive venue to which one surely had to be special to get into or, at least, to get to her. Being a hermaphrodite meant that she was in demand and her ridged shaft was already thick and swollen, a fleshy pink that further served to highlight the delicious drop of pre-cum dangling thickly from the tip, stretching and stretching down as if it was about to break free from the coils of her body already.
Of course, they were not really victims, but they were something more than delicious: a grey goat that she'd seen before and heard tales of from friends and a blue dragoness of a shade that almost came with a seductive hint of grey, her underbelly splashed with a distinctive white. A futa such as herself, of course, enjoyed variety and she couldn't have wished for a better way to spend her evening as she stalked around the two of them, circling tightly as if she was a shark coming in closer and closer on her prey, knowing that there was absolutely no hope in hell (or heaven, even) that they would be able to get away. She'd know that: she'd been the one who'd bound them.
The futa, however, had something very special in mind for them...
"Nice to see you here, dearie. Isn't there someone waiting for you at home?"
The dragoness, Jackie, groaned, bound on her back on a table that was nothing more than a padded X-frame, arms and legs stretched out spread-eagled. A popular wide receiver in a football league, she was well-known even to one who did not actively follow the sport, her thick mane of white hair seeming to sparkle with a silvery tint. Cooing darkly, Amethyst stroked her face, turning it to the side, drool slickening down the side of her muzzle where she had her jaws stretched open around a hefty ball gag.
Blinking up desperately, Jackie arched and pulled at her bonds, although the restraint she found in them struck equal amounts of fear and lust into her heart. It wasn't her thing, not at all, but there was something in her that had told her she needed to try something else, to delve into a part of her sexual psyche that had, so far, been left unattended to. And she was not a dragoness who liked leaving any part of her mind or body without attention. Sure, she could be cocky and flaunt her stuff out in the spotlight, playing to the ground, but just what happened when she gave up every last bit of that control, succumbed by and seduced to a time of lust where her body was not even her own to act with anymore?
"So silly of me, darling, forgot you couldn't answer there. But I don't need your mouth yet, do I?"
Blowing her a kiss that was full of the wrong kind of promises, Amethyst's lips tugged up in an even deeper smirk, eyes dancing with draconian mischief. What a sexy thing she was... She was going to have fun on her, Jackie's eyes fixed on her backside, scales firm over where muscle rounded out her flesh nicely. The dragoness groaned deep in the back of her throat, drooling around the ball gag, slipping so very easily down and down and down into submission. Maybe a dom like the futa was all that she had needed, even the sight of that cock making her naked pussy clench wantonly, imagining it plunged deep inside her, spearing her full...
But Amethyst had eyes for another, at that point. There was the goat too, a smaller male who twitched and shuddered even as she approached, claws clicking lightly on the smooth floor.
"You, however... You will do nicely."
Grayscale shuddered. What did that mean? Had she really set her sights on him -- and first? His chest heaved as little as it could within his tight bondage, Jackie shifting opposite him. He had been set up in a set of stocks with his hips a little more elevated than his head, horns bumping uselessly into the smoothly polished wood. She'd teased them earlier with the notion that she'd had other slaves of hers polish that very wood to a shine and clean up her dungeon after each and every session.
