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Strap-on

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Pegged Beneath the Christmas Tree

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Aquilan

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"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.

As if sensing his growing desire, Amethyst chuckled softly.

"See, you didn't need much preparation then, did you?" She crooned, giving his backside a pat as if to congratulate him on a job well done. "Such a pretty little bird, just wanting a nice, hard filling, hm?"

She didn't give him any time to respond before the slick, flared head of that equine toy pressed up beneath his time. And so swift was the mare that he didn't even have any time to panic as it stretched open his anal ring - and popped in.

The eagle gasped without really taking in any breath at all and tried to arch his back - but the leather straps held him down too well. Murmuring softly to herself, she rocked in, teasing him with the penetration without pushing in past the medial ring - at least not yet. But the defined veins on the shaft rubbed over his sensitive passage as he was fucked, the flared tip grinding up wonderfully over his prostate so that his cock jumped and drooled, tempting orgasm that he was not sure, as yet, if he was to be allowed.

Nickering lowly, Amethyst dug her fingers into his hips and used the leverage to shove the cock a couple of inches deeper, ears pricked to listen to his moans as he was stretched so deeply.

"Let's see how good a fuck you are, my little _song_bird."

The jibe didn't go unnoticed and his cock throbbed, spurting a weak dribble of pre-cum with every thrust as her body rocked up against his. He was not spared a single inch of the shaft and it was not until the entire length was seated under his tail that the mare finally moaned, ears turning to catch every grunt and moan of his as her tail flicked and lashed the air contentedly.

"Mmm... Little birds are such a pleasure to cage."

As she thrust, using the full length of the toy at long last, the base ground up over her clit, rubbing and stimulating while her pussy lips gleamed with evidence of her own arousal. The thick, heavy scent of a mare in need - taking what she needed - hung around them and Aquilan inhaled deeply through his nares, eyes half-lidded as every fibre of his being focused on the thick shaft invading his rump.

But once she'd achieved that spark of stimulation she so craved, it was all about her. The mare snorted, forgetting the living body breathing beneath her as she threw her weight into each and every thrust. Her glutes worked, powering her body forward, hips slapping into his buttocks, and Aquilan groaned like a slut in a whore house, twisting his head from side to side as he fought to contain the sheer volume of raw, unadulterated pleasure crashing over him. For, as the dominant mare sought her own pleasure, he was along for the ride as his cock throbbed and drooled.

"Such a good little bird," she crooned breathlessly, the bench shaking beneath him from the force of her thrusts. "Such a nice, tight hole you have to fill."

Teetering on the edge of climax, she pulled back and spread his arse with her paws, his hole strained wide around the girth of the faux-cock.

"Well," she snickered. "It was tight."

The mare squealed and rammed the full length back into him, that flare scraping over his prostate at precisely the wrong-right moment. Aquilan screeched and bucked on the bench, rocking into her thrust and grinding the base of the toy up against her clit just as she drove in. And that was enough for the mare who climaxed with a loud neigh, signalling her pleasure to anyone and everyone who cared to listen. Pussy squeezing and tensing around nothing, her juices dripped down her thighs to splatter on the floor between her hooves, a delicious mess for him to, later, clean up with his tongue.

Somewhere in the throes of orgasm, she found the breath and flicker of kindness to push her torso over his back, leather-adorned breasts grazing his feathers ever so lightly.

"Cum for me, little one."

A paw squeezing around the back of the eagle's neck, Amethyst grunted like a stallion and pounded him with long, deep strokes, pushing up against that sensitive spot inside his passage. Aquilan moaned, clacking the edges of his beak together as he tried to hold back, but, as with everything else, she would not, could not, be denied.

As the mistress mare snorted heavily above him, sweat marking lines in her coat, she ground his hips down into the bench and he could restrain the cravings of his body no more. With a cry, he ejaculated, cock jerking up between his own body and the padding of the bench as he shot a load of seed that he'd been holding back for far too long - since last time with the mare. Rumbling a groan as her own orgasm thrummed on, Amethyst thrust and rolled her hips up to him, coaxing every last drop she could get out of the eagle until he collapsed on the bench, fingers slack and hanging weakly.

The eagle was to have no rest, however, as his cock spurted, delivering the last drops of cum to soak, shamefully, into his well-preened feathers. Chuckling breathlessly, Amethyst braced herself, jamming the length of the cock deep into his sore under-tail without care or concern for the comfort of her little submissive bird.

Chirping weakly - or the best imitation of a chirp that he could manage, as a bird of prey - Aquilan cast a look back at her that could have been one of begging. She didn't really pay it enough attention to draw any conclusion from it and merely blew the little submissive a kiss as she drove the dildo back into him, fluttering her fingers coyly.

"Oh, little bird... Did you think I'd let you go now?"

She smirked.

"I have much more use to make of you tonight."