Taming Him

Taming Him

Resting his elbows back upon the hotel bar, the black feline surveyed the room, a smirk tugging at the right side of his lips. The buzz of alcohol relaxed his muscles, leaving him slightly slumped over the bar top, and the equine bartender flicked his tail, an equine gesture of annoyance. King ignored it. Who cared if he was taking up space? It was a convention, surely anything was acceptable at a convention, though he could not claim to have been to one before and did not base his claim on experience. He was hardly doing anything wrong. Tapping a finger against his chin, he mused over how a group of canines had objected to him drawing attention to the fact that the rules were lax. Or was it a few minutes ago? He could not remember, but he had thought it a good discussion until they started baring teeth at him. Bringing the pint glass to his lips, he took another deep draught, swilling the liquid around his muzzle, and swallowed noisily. Maybe he had had one too many, though he was sure his friends would disagree.

As if suddenly remembering that, yes, he had attended the party with companions, he looked around, expecting them to materialize, a laughing group surrounding him in a fantasy split second. To his surprise, they were nowhere to be seen, vanished into thin air. He rolled his eyes: it was not the first time it had happened. They usually disappeared through his own inattention rather than from any manner of ill will towards him, or that was what he preferred to think if the truth was otherwise. It should not be that hard to locate them again, right? He huffed and shook his head. Yeah, at a convention where everyone and their brother was dressed in some kind of cosplay? Finding them in that mess? Good luck to him there.

It was ridiculous, he thought as he ordered another pint, sliding a scattering of coins towards the weary bartender. They had dragged him to the convention after all, so they should have stuck with him at the bare minimum. How was he going to find them? They were dressed in crazy costumes and he could barely walk around asking so and so whether they had seen a snow leopard dressed as this anime character or a python wearing that geeky t-shirt. Speaking of clothing, he raised an eyebrow as a pair of female Siamese cats, possibly related, danced past, showing off more fur than fabric. A goofy grin spread across his muzzle, drawing glances that he disregarded with a flick of his paw. He had only really come to the con for the eye candy and the parties after the day time events were concluded - who was anyone else to judge his motives and stares?

Sighing, he shot a glance at his empty glass, musing on switching up his choice for the remainder of his wallet-lightening night. He had to find his friends. Just one more drink first? Oh, go on. He reached for his wallet.

"I see your pals have left you out on your own, kitty."

Startled, he looked up and turned to the bustling room. Evidencing his level of intoxication, it took him a few seconds to locate the speaker: a chestnut equine with one raised eyebrow clad in a strapless black dress. His gaze lingered on her slim curves, liking how the black stood in stark contrast to the red of her coat, and shook himself vigorously. With some difficulty, he looked her in the eye, whiskers twitching. She wasn't one of his friends, a bubble of unsolicited thought interrupted, demanding attention.

"Who're you?" He blurted, alcohol making him forget his manners.

The mare's smirk grew.

"Someone who's been watching you make a fool of yourself for quite some time." The mare took a seat on the vacant stool beside him. "You're highly entertaining to observe. Does such obnoxious behavior come naturally to you? Even your name," she paused. "King. That's what I heard, wasn't it?"

"That's my name," he said, glancing around as if he expected another fur to be playing some kind of joke on him. "What's yours?"

"Amethyst."

"Jewels fit for a king."

King propped one arm up on the bar, flexing under the long sleeves of his shirt. Belatedly, he wished he had chosen something tighter, something that would better show off his physique: blue stripes really did so little for him when he had a lady on his arm. Brushing aside Amethyst's coarseness - in all honesty, it was refreshing, almost like lad banter - he looked her up and down, mimicking how she had blatantly checked out his form. She would do nicely. Snapping her fingers, the mare recalled his attention and he reluctantly dragged his eyes from her shapely, crossed legs to her muzzle.

"Good kitties should speak to ladies, not stare at them," she said.

"You don't seem much of a lady," King quipped in reply, thinking himself especially bold to concoct such a retort.

Amethyst laughed behind a paw, flashing a set of freshly painted nails at him. The hoof-like nails shone crimson in the bar light, dimmer than he would have liked it to be, like the sheen of fresh blood. The fingernails drifted to the mare's chin where they curved, cupping the underside of her muzzle, and she leaned forward, ears pricked attentively. Believing her about to speak once more, he patiently (to his mind) sat and waited, only to be surprised when no words were forthcoming. King flicked his right ear unconsciously, listening hard in case he had missed her speaking but, no, she had not said anything. He raised his paws in half-defeated confusion and the equine nipped her lower lip in a poor show of concealing her amusement. Refusing to abide by social conventions, Amethyst smiled pleasantly and traced the lines of his body with her eyes alone, undressing him as he had undressed her as the silence grew. King shifted, uncomfortable under her scrutiny.

"Now who's being rude," he growled, fur fluffing up. "Who the hell do you think you are? Talk, don't just sit there. Or is it something else you're after?"

"Now, now," she chuckled. "I told you who I am, didn't I? Amethyst. Amethyst. You got it, darling? And let's not be starting with the cursing, though I bet there's quite a tongue on you in that regard."

She paused, letting the implication hang in the air, but King was too slow on the uptake for that wit after a few drinks. Foggy between the ears, the cat shook his head slowly, striving and failing to clear his head. His paws curled and uncurled, forming loose fists, as he tried to catch up with what the mare was doing, what she was saying. She was toying with him, he could see it more clearly as her smirk grew. How dare she? Frustration and irritation battled for supremacy within his consciousness. He should walk away, show her exactly what she was missing out on.

Take it easy, he told himself. You still have a shot here. Even if she is...yeah. Yeah. Like that. Does it really bloody matter?

If he delved into that notion, he would have sat there all night arguing with himself, so he discarded the thought, filing it away for a later date. Sitting up, the feline looked beyond the mare staring with such intensity that she half-turned to see if someone else was standing behind. Grinning at his ploy, King brushed his fingers through his long, black hair, letting it fall smoothly down the center of his back and Amethyst's eyes followed the motion, the mare drumming her fingers upon her bicep. King, however, was far from dissuaded by her nonchalance. There was always one tactic that worked with the ladies and he had more than one trick left up his sleeve. He'd win her yet, he would.

"What's someone like you doing here?" He purred, reaching out boldly to take her paw, playing the role of the Casanova that he truly knew he was.

"What do you mean 'here'?" She answered with a question and his ears folded back briefly.

"At a comic convention," he clarified, slipping more easily into the game. "It doesn't seem to be the place for one dressed like you."

"How should I be dressed?" Amethyst smiled. "The parties are hardly the place for some con clothing."

"Meaning?"

"I would not like to show up to a bar in a hooded sweatshirt," she said. "Nothing wrong with that, of course, but it is not the place to do so in a hotel nonetheless, for myself."

"Is that what you wore earlier?" He wrinkled his nose.

"Sure," Amethyst winked. "I wouldn't be here if I was not into the geeky side of life, more specifically video games in my case. My favorite 'hoodie' has a Pokemon on it."

Pokemon? The feline resisted the urge to screw up his muzzle. He couldn't imagine the mare in the dress playing Pokemon, though he nothing in particular against the game. Truth be told, he took more pleasure from any activity when with others and his convention related activity - anime watching, gaming or other - was always undertaken with friends. Alone, he could not give an answer for what part of convention-going he enjoyed or what geeky endeavour captured his interest. At least she knew what she liked.

Sighing, Amethyst blew a breath sharply out of her flared nostrils, ordering a quick drink while the feline was otherwise occupied in the realms of thought. Was he always so quick to become distracted? She smiled at the bartender and passed both payment and tip into his paw, earning herself a broad return smile before busying himself with other patrons, dark tail swishing hypnotically. King spoke something of conventions and trailed off into silence, making the mare turn her head, ears pricked hopefully, but his attention had already shifted once again. He stared blankly into the crowd, taking deep swigs of his cradled drink, though she caught the sly looks he gave her when he thought she wasn't looking, long tail lashing the stool. He was only pretending to ignore her. Bored of his inattention, Amethyst tapped her nails rapidly upon the bar top, shuddering as her fingertips brushed across something sticky.

"What about yourself?" She glanced around the bar, hoping to keep his gaze on her for long enough this time, or else her plans would come to nothing. "You're hardly dressed like some of the cosplayers and, dare I say, more relaxed types around here."

"As you say, it pays to be presentable," he grinned. "And you wouldn't catch me dead in cosplay. Not that latex and spandex shit most of these metro lads go in for."

"No? Why's that?" She probed, her curiosity perked: this fact she had not known. "Isn't that the main reason to come to a place like this, even if to simply enjoy what others are wearing." She grinned. "Some outfits are quite fantastic!"

He nodded absently, unable to disagree while remembering the Siamese cat twins of earlier.

"Well, I like looking at them for sure," he said, answering with a like grin. "Lots of ladies like yourself look great in it and there's some that a lot of work goes into, I like that. It's just a bit...well, silly for a guy to go all out in it."

Amethyst pondered this, tapping a finger against her lips: perhaps something could be added to her plans for the evening? When she did not immediately reply, King cleared his throat, continuing with his spiel as if his opinion needed further clarification.

"It's that...metro, thing," he added, stumbling over his words. "I don't see why a guy would want to do it. It's all going too far and dressing up like that myself?" He laughed aloud. "Fuck no. Why pretend to be some crazy spandex superhero?"

"There's a side more to it than that, honey."

The mare's eyes glimmered but she laughed along anyway; she did not have to agree with his opinions to have her fun. Eyes darkening in a distinctly predatory fashion, she sipped at her glass of white wine, tongue flicking out to snare a drop of moisture from her lips. Captivated, the cat followed her every move with hungry, needy eyes. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs with the opposite fetlock dangling in midair, allowing her hoof to bounce in a light repetitive motion that could have been mistaken for boredom if one did not know her better.

She had enough information to go on and had wasted enough time toying, by her judgement. Sliding a paw down her thigh, she dropped it casually on to the feline's leg. He jerked, eyes widening, and he stiffened as her paw trailed higher, caressing his inner thigh with soft fingertips. Against the cat's will, his sheath swelled and his cock pushed through, straining at his undergarments and forming a noticeable bulge in his jeans. Amethyst nipped her bottom lip, paw inching in further until the backs of her fingers brushed the tent in his jeans: the feline gasped loudly. Snorting, the mare flicked her tail against the legs of the stool and pressed harder, letting his cock fill her paw, arm and body blocking the majority of what was going on from curious onlookers. Let them look, if they dared. Catching King's lustful gaze with her own passionate, brown eyes, the mare squeezed, eliciting a moan from his parted lips. His excitement fuelled hers and she squirmed on the stool, feminine moisture soaking through the thin lace of her panties, cradled against her sex. They were ruined already, but it would not be the first pair to be tossed already dripping into the laundry basket.

Poor kitty, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into... Or do you?

Leaning far forward, the mare rested her weight on the feline's leg, paw spread flat on his thigh. He gulped and made as if to tip back, caught off guard by her sudden forwardness, but she was not having any of that. Slipping her free paw around the back of King's neck, she stroked her thumb over the pulse point in his neck, feeling how his pulse fluttered like that of a cornered prey animal. He half-closed his eyes and purred softly, relaxing into the touch even as he allowed her to stroke one of the most vulnerable areas on his body, blood pumping through the artery just beneath fur and skin. Dropping a chaste kiss upon his cheek, the equine nuzzled his neck, lips kissing a path to his twitching ear.

"You got a room here, stud?" She murmured, breath making his ear flick madly.

"Uh..." He blinked. "Yeah. Yes. Yes, I do."

"Think you can show me the way, kitty?" The mare near purred, running a paw down his forearm. "I'm on a day pass. It's time we took this...elsewhere."

"Of course."

A goofy grin spread across his muzzle and he rose, stepping away a couple of paces and then pausing to ensure that Amethyst was indeed following. She'd had her eye on him for the entirety of the evening, of course she had. King's chest puffed out proudly, tail flipping eagerly from side to side in the restless, expressive trait all felines seemed to possess. Let her have her little 'games', if that was how she wanted to play it, as long as he got some at the end of it. Preferably more than 'some'.

Walking through the halls to his room, some distance from the bar in a separate wing of the hotel, King tried to wrap his arm around the mare's waist several times. Every single time she danced out of reach with a wink and swish of her tail, keeping him at arm's length at all times. More than once, a low growl rolled off his lips, making her giggle, lips set in a grin that could not be subdued. What was her game? Her staying out of reach while trotting to his hotel room was surely taking the notion of 'being chased' too far. She took care to enquire after directions from him to ensure she could walk ahead, not allowing him to lead the way, as she gave him a good view of her round rump through the dress. Now standing, the dress fell above her knees, exposing a fair amount of chestnut leg, and her tail hung freely beneath the dress, not threaded through an opening in the back as many styles were apt to include. His eyes followed the sway of her rear and the swish of her tail, watching as it flipped at the hem of the dress and exposed snatches of her thighs.

Upon reaching the door of his hotel room, he fumbled in his pocket for keys, raking his fingers between them several times before finally scooping them out. It took him longer to realise that the keys he held were his personal set and that the hotel key was still somewhere in the depths of another pocket. Murmuring under his breath, heat washed over his muzzle and he struggled to locate the one key that he did indeed require, seconds stretching out painfully. At last, it seemed to fall into his paw and he held it up triumphantly, grinning at Amethyst as if she was supposed to congratulate him on his moment of triumph. Patience finally waning, the mare tapped a hoof on the carpet and gestured for him to open the door. The feline scraped the key into the lock with a grating noise like nails on a chalkboard and, surprisingly, managed to open the door on his first attempt.

He stepped into the dark room and cursed under his breath as the hotel key tumbled to the floor, just out of range of what little light filtered into the room from the hallway.

"Hang on," he grumbled, slapping the wall randomly in his quest to find the light switch. "It's around here somewhere."

"No worries there, darling," Amethyst chuckled. "But don't keep a lady waiting."

"Oh, I don't intend to, don't worry," he grinned. "I won't keep you waiting, nope."

As he reached for the switch, his vision tilted sickeningly, hallway listing to one side as if he was on a ship that was about to sink. He was abruptly reminded of the Titanic and, confused by the roaring in his ears, looked to Amethyst, seeing her lips move without any sound that he could understand. How many had he downed? Moreover, how was his bank account looking? Shit. Unable to comprehend what was happening, he stumbled over his own paws and bounced his head neatly off the wall, slumping to the floor in a groaning heap as if he had perfectly planned his descent.

And his world dropped into temporary blackness.

*

Moaning, the feline rolled his head to the right side, waking painfully. A grey, dark room swam into sight: a desk, a chair, a wardrobe and two doors, one with a sliver of light shining beneath it. Plainly decorated, the room was unfamiliar and his stomach balled up in knots. Where was he? At the bare minimum, he was comfortable, stretched out on a wide bed with a pillow under his head and a blanket pulled up under his chin. His head felt thick and foggy, thought coming more slowly than he was used to, and his tongue was heavy in his mouth.

Oh! That was it - he knew where he was. Lit dimly by a rounded overhead light, his hotel room came into sharper focus. He wondered why it was so dark and remembered in the next instance that the lighting was controlled by a dimmer switch, which must have been triggered at some point. It was a process of recognizing a problem and solving the miniature mysteries, understanding that he would be regretting his drink choices in the morning. What had happened? His arms were lead, flung either side of his head, and he could not lift them no matter how hard he tried.

"Well, you weren't out for long now, were you?"

He turned his head, locating the speaker in a chestnut blur. The mare was still around? Had he passed out on the bed after fucking her? Wouldn't be the first time.

"What's going on?" He demanded, straining futilely with his arms and planting his hind paws flat on the bed.

Chuckling under her breath, the mare stepped closer, running her paw down his leg and winding something around his ankle. Confused, King tried to pull his hind paw away but was surprised by the firmness of her grasp, inescapable.

"You fell and hit your head, darling," Amethyst answered smoothly, drawing something tight around his ankle and pulling his leg out. "But I didn't think it should interrupt our fun for the night. How're you feeling?"

He rolled his head from side to side, feeling no difference. Bar the fact that he could very easily down several pints of water - perhaps the fall had been sobering? - he didn't feel different at all. Nothing hurt that shouldn't hurt. If anything, he felt a little weary but alert enough that sleep was out of the question. Besides, the mare had stuck around and there was no way he was wasting such an opportunity. Just to be certain of his physical wellbeing, he stretched out his arms and legs, growling when no range of movement was to be had.

"Fine, I'm fine," he replied after his thorough self-inspection. "But what's up with my arms and legs? I just can't move. Is there something on the bed?"

"Are you hurt?" There was concern in her tone and she leaned over him, dark brown eyes worried.

"No, nothing hurts," he reassured her, feeling better for the sight of her in that slinky black dress. "But I can only move one leg." For emphasis, he raised and lowered his left leg as if it needed to be shown. "And my tail. Am I in a weird position?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," the mare smiled. "Just a little something to make you more comfortable. I did my best to make sure you would be very comfortable."

He did not know how to reply to that and so said nothing, turning his head from one side to the other and groaning at how it made the room spin sickeningly. Amethyst stroked the hair gently back from King's face, lifting it off his forehead and scratching behind his ears. He could not resist the urge to purr, falling prey to feline whim.

"Did you faint?"

"No!" He huffed. "I'd never faint."

"So, you drunkenly stumbled over your own hind paws, bumped your head and half dozed off on the bedroom floor, is it?"

"Hey!" He snapped, trying to bring his paw up and dropping it upon once again encountering resistance. "Fuck off, that isn't what happened."

"Then what's your story?" The mare laughed. "You know no one's going to believe you after tonight anyway."

"Believe what?"

His question went unanswered as the mare stepped lightly around the bottom of the bed, fingers stroking down his leg beneath the blanket and slipping something around his other ankle. Amethyst hummed to herself as she worked and even King's alcohol-addled mind caught up to her actions, noting something - he was not sure what - seriously amiss.

"What are you doing?" He asked, suspicion ringing in his tone. "Thanks for getting me on the bed and all, after I fell, but didn't we have something to do here? I'm hardly too hurt to show you a good time, sweetie."

Rolling her eyes, Amethyst snorted, waving a paw and putting her fingers to work with a flash of slender, scarlet rope. Suddenly anxious, though struggling to make sense of the situation, King made as if to pull his leg sharply away but she had him in an iron grip, drawing his leg out so that his whole body was spread eagled.

"What the hell's with this?"

Satisfied with her work, the mare folded her arms and backed away from the bed, letting the feline struggle. His jaw fell slack and his stomach dropped nauseatingly: he was quite securely tied down. She had said there was something resting on his arms! Hadn't she? She'd lied! Cursing his gullibility, the cat squirmed, shifting the blanket so that it slipped down his chest as he swore aloud, determined to rip the ropes away from the blasted slatted head and foot boards. Why had he had to have such a bed in the hotel room? It was too bloody well orchestrated. She must have planned it!

"What?" The mare feigned innocence, hiding her giggle with a strategically placed paw over her lips. "I thought you wanted to get in bed with me, kitty."

"Yeah, but not like this!" He snarled, yanking at the ropes but every knot held firm, not giving an inch. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Amethyst's eyes glittered.

"Oh, many things, my darling kitty-cat."

Letting him writhe, the mare whipped away the blanket, not bothering to hide her smug grin. King blinked, looking down the length of his body. Those were not his clothes. He had never seen them before. Granted, it was not the first time he had woken up in different clothes than those he had passed out or gone to sleep in, but there was something very strange about the ones he was now wearing. He had some kind of imitation breastplate on, made from soft leather and designed so intricately that it gave the impression of being metal. Perhaps he would have admired it at some point - on another fur. He wrinkled up his muzzle, guessing that he had been dressed - just how quickly did that mare move when he was out of it? - as some character, though not one he could discern at the present moment. His trousers were made of similar, darker leather but showed evidence of wear, tearing at the seams as if one had paraded about in them more than he should have. The mare ran her paw up his inner thigh, making him shiver against his tentative will, gently cupping his muzzle and turning his head to draw his attention to the final piece of attire. And behind his shoulders and back? A red cape. He hissed loudly, fur fluffing up in obvious distaste.

"I thought you could do with a little cosplay," she said, laughing as he gaped like a fish. "Maybe you'll even get into this side of it? You really shouldn't knock it until you try it."

"You..." He fought for words, flushing crimson in rage. "I...I said I didn't like this! What the fuck? Where did you even get the costume?"

"Too bad you woke up before I could get the boots on you too," she shot back, laughing openly. "You should see the look on your muzzle!"

He scowled, realizing that he looked more like a petulant cub that had been forced to dress up for Halloween than the big, strong stud ready to breed his conquest. Dressed as Thor, on the other paw, it would have been rather apt to 'conquer', so to speak. Wriggling on the bed, he tried in an absolutely futile show to unhitch the cape from his shoulders to no avail, hating the look more and more. There was nothing wrong with capes, per se, but really, he looked ridiculous. It was a blessing indeed that she had not been able to slap the boots on him too, though he was not in the mood to think of small blessings at the current moment. Sighing deeply, he deflated into the bed and glared sullenly at the mare, recognising his position yet unable to curb the sting of his tongue.

"Stupid cow."

Amethyst inhaled sharply, going completely still without prior warning. Fearful, the feline shrunk back into the bed, trying to pull discreetly at the ropes.

"Don't test me." Her expression soured, eyes darkening. "I can always fetch the helmet. And you don't want to know what else I can do to you if pushed so far."

Swallowing hard, he shook his head, afraid to speak for fear of angering her further. The shift in demeanor was obvious even in the low light, her previously cheerfully wicked expression shifting to disgust in a split second. What if he did really piss her off? What would she do to him? King licked his dry lips, looking anywhere besides directly at the equine as a hot wave of something unexpected trickled through his veins, heating his body uncomfortably in...no, he could not be. Not for that. The cat closed his eyes, denying what his body screamed, the bulge against the leather pants protruding clearly. Brushing her chestnut forelock to the side, she snorted, bobbing her muzzle once in satisfaction as he dipped his chin to rest on his chest, unconsciously but beautifully submissive.

"That's better," she smirked, happier to have him cowed. "Now we do things my way. And I think you've earned a punishment for being so uncouth to a lady."

Not saying another word about the 'punishment' to the trembling feline, Amethyst stepped to the side, pulling a little black bag from the top drawer of the bedside table. She set it on top and turned to her dress, scrambling for the zip and tugging it down in one swift motion. Without any fuss, she slipped it over her head, letting the slinky fabric cling to her hips and torso for a split second before removing it completely. She folded the dress neatly over the stiff-backed chair and smirked to herself: King tried not to look but it seemed that he simply could not help himself. Standing there in a matching black bra and lacy panties, Amethyst posed subtly, arching her back as she rummaged through the bag, searching for one item in particular. She was disappointed to see his attention turn too quickly from grudgingly admiring her body to staring at the bag, eyes narrowing worriedly. Sighing and realizing that he was not to be dissuaded in any way, she held up the bag for inspection, showing how it bulged with the contents within.

"Had it delivered in earlier," she said with a smile. "Amazing what you can request staff to drop off with some cash and a word in the right ear."

"Yeah, amazing," he muttered under his breath, ears slanted back: he had been stupid to go after this mare.

"Though you seem more interested in the bag than me," she snorted, waving a paw. "Maybe you swing more towards the lads, just my luck."

"No, I don't!" He said hurriedly. "I'm not into that!"

"Denial, denial," she teased, giving her tail a flirty flick. "It's always those that shout the loudest that are into more action than they're willing to let on. Allow me to introduce you to some pleasures, kitty."

Too afraid to speak up, the feline shook his head, mouthing the word 'no', yet afraid to raise the simmering dark side of the mare by being vocal about his displeasure with the whole situation. If only he had not gone to the convention at all, none of this would be happening. He groaned loudly, closing his eyes as he slumped into the bed, every muscle releasing in defeat. And if only his hard-on would fuck off.

Tossing her bra and panties on the floor one after the other in quick succession - they would not crease as the dress would if she had treated it so badly - Amethyst crossed one hoof in front of the other, showing off her long legs. While the feline had his eyes glued to her abruptly naked body, she took the chance to withdraw a small item from the bag that spanned the length of her paw. Set in a tan, leather sheath, the handle of the item protruded, curved for grip, and she slowly withdrew it. The glint of metal caught the feline's eye and he inhaled sharply, ice shooting through his veins as if it had been injected directly into his bloodstream. Quailing, he could not drag his eyes away from the small blade, imagining how sharp it would be. Just how sick was this horse?

"What are you..."

He licked his lips, mouth so dry that he could not finish the sentence. Swallowing hard, King turned his head slowly from side to side. Subtly, he tried to pull against the ropes yet again, finding to his dismay that they had not miraculously loosened or the knots frayed spontaneously: he should be so lucky.

"There, there, kitty-cat," Amethyst murmured, kneeling between his spread legs. "Just keep nice and still for me now."

What else could he do but obey, even tied up as he was? Trailing her paw across his chest, the mare murre softly, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

"Such a good cosplay," Amethyst whispered, the silken danger of her tone making a chill run down his spine. "Shame it has to be cut up. You should have seen it in the light of day to truly appreciate it."

Silently, he disagreed but did not dare say so aloud. Amethyst lowered the point of the knife to his crotch, tracing the blade very lightly over the leather so that a faint scratch was left behind.

"My friend, however, doesn't mind me destroying this particular outfit," Amethyst continued, wickedly passing the knife from paw to paw. "If only in certain parts. You got lucky, cat. Now, hold quite still. Wouldn't want my paw to slip now, would we?"

No, no he did not want that at all.

Teasing, she ran the flat of the blade across the feline's stomach, letting him feel the cold of the steel through his clothing. He shivered and turned his muzzle away, watching from the corner of his eye. It was as if he was watching a car crash, adrenaline pumping in his ears as he could not drag his gaze away no matter how hard his heart thumped against his ribcage. With deliberate slowness, the mare tilted the knife so that the sharp point dug lightly into the fabric, just barely grazing fur as it pushed through. She turned the edge up and sawed unhurriedly through the worn fabric, relishing in every second, the sound of fabric tearing, giving up its tenuous hold. Beneath her steadying paw, King shuddered, cursing himself in the next instant for moving at all as that blade turned terrifyingly close to his skin. It was enough to nick his fur, though he could not feel anything. His fear imagined the sensations for him.

"Please," he started, mumbling through woollen lips. "Please...don't..."

"Don't what?"

The mare raised her head as a scrap of fabric fell away from the feline's body, over his crotch. He had not seen exactly where she was cutting and the proximity to his bulge set his whiskers trembling.

"Don't hurt me..." He muttered.

Begging a mare of all furs not to hurt him! What had his life come to? He vowed yet again to never be taken in by a female fur, a vow that he nonetheless doubted would be swiftly forgotten if he escaped this horse's hooves in one piece.

"Oh, I have no intention of using this on you, kitty." Amethyst flashed a grin, too innocent for her own good. "Why would I do that? I just have to make sure you are properly attired for this evening."

She studied him, lips slightly pursed.

"Perhaps should have left you only in the cape. Boots would have been a nice touch though."

Clenching his teeth together, the feline suppressed a growl. The taunting was unbearable. As she methodically sliced through the fabric covering his crotch, he pushed back, away from the knife. It was not that he was afraid, but that it was swiftly becoming evident that Amethyst had not seen fit to leave his undergarments on. As she cut away the old fabric, his cock pushed up a little more as if it was as keen to escape its confines as the mare was to release it. She smirked, pressing the back of her paw over the firm rod of flesh, listening intently to his groan.

"My, my, is someone getting excited?" The mare chuckled throatily. "I wouldn't thought one such as you, stud, would get off on having a lady have such control over you."

He would not answer, would not give her the satisfaction. Pulling the shreds of his trousers away from his body, the mare allowed his cock to spring free with a soft murre of appreciation. In any other situation, he may have puffed up his chest, smug, at her reaction, but now it only made him quail further into the bed. He was his own worst enemy as his mind threw up image after image of what she was going to do to him. Nevertheless, his shaft never softened, jumping almost eagerly into her paw, pre oozing on to the mare's chestnut pale.

Bringing the knife back to his crotch to cut away a greater portion of material - she wanted access to his balls, after all - the mare raised an eyebrow. She had expected him to fight her every step of the way. Squeezing his balls in one paw, not hard enough to hurt, Amethyst turned the knife on its end so that the point faced directly down, gently balancing on the smooth white fur of King's abdomen. He gulped.

"Maybe you like the thought that the knife may...slip?"

She twirled the point through his fur to illustrate her point, not pressing hard enough to actually break the skin. Every muscle in the feline's body screamed to jump away, to move, to flee, yet he dared not, frozen in place with inexplicable terror. In the rational part of his mind, he understood that she had no intention of taking the knife to his skin - that did not prevent his body from reacting as it would, adrenaline coursing through his body, the most potent of drugs. Happenings did not seem to slow with adrenaline: he saw everything in minute detail, from the sultry curve of her smile to the gleam of light on the knife and the harsh rake of breath on sore lungs.

"Fuck you," he muttered hoarsely, hating how his cock throbbed, desperately needing something that he could not put a name to.

Amethyst frowned, ears turning back to her skull.

"If you cannot be quiet, or at the bare minimum polite, you leave me no choice," she reprimanded, eyes narrowing in that way that he was quickly learning was a sign of danger. "'Fuck you', indeed."

He gone and done it now. With a suddenness that brought a fresh burst of nerves to his heart, Amethyst was up and off the bed in the next heartbeat, paws rifling through her small, black bag. What more could she pull out of it? As she turned away, lips curving down in her search, he fought vehemently against the ropes, thinking that maybe this time - this umpteenth time - they would break, the knots would loosen or something different would happen. Pain ripped through his arms as he tore viciously at them, muscles bulging with the effort exerted, and he grunted loudly. Amethyst heard, of course, and huffed, rolling her eyes lethargically. Really? Her knots were immaculate.

Tired of his insolence, the mare yanked on a leather strap, withdrawing a device that would certainly shut him up from the bag. His eyes shot wide, almost like the cliché 'saucers' - but she would never be so tame as to make that comparison, oh no. Amethyst bit her lower lip in concentration and caught the feline's muzzle with one paw, holding his jaws together as she slipped the leather straps around his head, a red ball grazing his lips. He shook his head the fraction he was allowed, grunting under her paw, but it was already too late as she hooked the strap through the buckle of the ball gag, ensuring he could not dislodge it without a good fight. Hooking her fingers into the corner of his lips, the mare forced his teeth apart, dropping the ball between them and tightening the strap before he had the chance to mewl or beg or snarl. She didn't care. Leaning over him, she placed her muzzle very close to the cat's, staring him down.

"Now try swearing at me, cat, just try it."

Her dark gaze challenged him to try. Even without the gag, his nerve failed him and he turned his muzzle away, cheek pressed into the soft pillow. The mare sat back on her hooves, the bed compressing beneath her weight, and smiled.

"Much better."

She paused, that playful twinkle back in her eye as swiftly as the dark expression had dissipated.

"Now you're ready for the main event, I would think, darling. And I do so hope you, ah, enjoy it as much as I am going to."

A growl rumbled in his throat but he dared not give voice to it, instead turning his muzzle away. His attempt to ignore the mare was more amusing than insulting and, in the absence of his observance, Amethyst smiled. It was difficult not to be amused by his antics and he was a side more tolerable while gagged, she could not deny. He would simply have to take what he was given and be grateful for it.

Taking the black bag in her paws once more, she rifled through for the one item she had been so keen to use. Still kneeling upon the bed, she leaned absently back against the bound feline, using him like a piece of furniture, until she succeeded in pulling a bundle of carefully tied straps with a breathy 'aha' of triumph. She did not spare a glance in his direction as she untangled the straps, revealing a solid object in the center, strangely phallic. With a flirty flick of her chestnut tail - why not give the bound a bit of a show? - Amethyst bent over at the waist, drawing the straps sensuously up her legs. King turned his head at an angle, blinking rapidly as her rump swayed only a short distance from his muzzle, almost close enough to touch. Just what was she doing?

Refusing to face him, the mare hid her smirk and stood up tall, sliding the majority of straps into place. A hard, flesh-coloured rod of silicone protruded proudly from her crotch, secured amongst the straps with a downward facing triangle of padding with a ring around its base to keep it in place. Her smile had become a permanent feature as she adjusted the dildo so that it sat more comfortably and gave the length an experimental stroke with the pads of her fingers. She was sure the feline would like being the first to test her new strap-on. Why would he not be? He should be honored.

Craning his head, King struggled to see what was going on, stretching until muscles pulled uncomfortably, sending a flash of pain through his shoulder and neck. He was, however, treated to an exceptional view as the mare leaned far forward, showing off her cunt and tight tail hole, feminine juices dripping on to her thighs. If he had been at all able, he would have licked his lips, leaned forward and buried his muzzle between them. He did not expect the dildo that suddenly appeared as if from nowhere, connected to the straps, and the tip rubbed across the mare's folds, calling a breathy moan from her lips. Imagining that it was his hard-on, the feline watched avidly as she pushed the tip into her soaked pussy, letting it sink deeper and deeper, hips gyrating. She was simply begging to be mounted and oh he should have been the one to provide her with such! Distracted by the toy stretching her folds apart, the mare 'forgot' herself, angling herself as she tightened the straps so that King was permitted a glimpse of what the straps where there for, besides to hold the toy within her pussy.

Busy admiring her sex and concocting scenarios in how he would be able to pin her down and plough it, it took King a few moments to notice her new 'accessory', if one could call it such. He looked away and back again, tail curling between his thighs as his brain raced to catch up with the situation - blood had unfortunately rushed to other parts of his body at the most inopportune time. King blinked twice and half-jerked one arm in a failed attempt to rub his eyes. Surely he was mistaken. He had to be. But the mare brushed her forelock from her eyes and groaned as the dildo settled into her pussy, pushed deeper as she tightened the straps on what was irrevocably soon to be buried in his tail hole!

Turning to face the stunned cat, Amethyst posed with one paw on her hip, turning on the spot so as to deliver the full effect.

"I've changed my mind," Amethyst arched her back and thrust her hips forward, showing the accessory of to its best effect - it could not be missed. "You may not enjoy this. But it no longer matters to me. Insolent felines merely need to be taught their place."

Swallowing hard, the feline shrank into the bed. If he withdrew far enough, she would not be able to see him, he was sure of it. He could hide, he could disappear if he willed it hard enough. Advancing slowly, one hoof placed with extreme care and finality in front of the other, the mare's lips twitched. Her tail flagged proudly and she curled the fingers of one paw around the faux phallus as if it actually was her own in all truth.

"Do you object?" Amethyst tapped a finger against her chin. "I mean, I could reconsider if you were truly not wanting to be pounded and taken. Though your cock tells a different story."

"Mmmph!"

He shook his head vehemently from side to side, cursing the ball gag. Cruelly, the mare cocked her head to one side and cupped a paw to one twitching ear as if she was listening intently. Upon hearing no coherent words, the mare smirked.

"I hear no complaints!" She laughed. "That must mean you're more than happy for a little experimentation."

Amethyst stroked the strap-on, making sure the feline watched her fingers trailing along every inch of the foreboding length. The harness sat snugly around her hips and she groaned softly as the dildo on the inside of the harness pressed more deeply into her sex, soaked with her sweet juices. Rolling his head back, King moaned around the gag, the sound muffled yet distinguishable all the same. Nothing had ever pushed under his tail - he didn't swing that way - and he could not estimate the length of what was about to violate him, bar what his overactive imagination threw up, concocting false images of pain and stretching. Breathing sharply and shallowly, he struggled to calm himself, knowing that there was no way to get out of the situation, even if his heart really had been in escaping the hotel room. He could not deny his arousal, the way pre cum drooled deliciously down his length, balls aching with the need to spill their load. For an initial experience, it was far too large, but his shaft throbbed all the same, entwined in the spell of the red mare.

"But first, we need that tail of yours up higher," the mare continued in a low, sultry tone, resting one paw on each of King's legs.

He stiffened. What did that mean? Was she moving him? His heart pounded against his ribcage, spurring a flash of pain with every relentless beat. Before he knew it, the rope holding his right leg stretched out fell slack and his leg was being bent back by a pair of chestnut paws, making him bend at the knee. He blinked, confused, and watched dumbly how the mare tied the temporarily free end of the rope behind his head. In such a position, his legs would be just as splayed while giving the equine easy access to his rump. The cat paled. Before he knew it, his leg was secured at a relaxed angle, yet one that he had no hope of escaping! Biting his tongue (figuratively) the feline simmered, striving to ignore the heat in his muzzle: he had to concentrate.

He would not miss his chance a second time.

Quick as a flash, the mare untied his other ankle from the bed frame, hitching his leg up and back so that she could lash him to the headboard instead in exactly the same manner as his other leg. Growling around the large gag, King thrashed and fought to kick out, leg jerking wildly in her grasp, but the mare merely rolled her eyes and climbed on to the bed, sitting on his thigh. So pinned to the sheets, King could do no more than rumble with muffled growls, bearing the pressure on his leg as the mare hitched the rope to another slat, checking the knots meticulously.

"You can't best me that easily."

His cheeks burned and he closed his eyes, unwilling to look at her. Had he tried hard enough to escape? He could have fought - he could have used his claws. She had pinned his leg too easily and, yes, it had hurt but he had not tried very hard. Stretching out all four paws, he concentrated on extending his claws, letting the sharp points catch on the sheets. He should have sliced her red coat, added a deeper shade to it. How would she like it if he fucked her tail hole? Mentally, King smirked, imagining that sensation. Oh, that was a very nice image indeed. He was shocked abruptly back to reality, however, when the smooth, rounded tip of the dildo brushed over his pucker.

"Pwweeff," he mumbled, straining to get words out around the restrictions of the gag. "Donth."

"Sorry, darling, didn't quite catch that."

Reaching over, the mare scooped a tube of clear, viscous fluid from the black bag, squeezing a little on to her fingertips. She kept the tube close as she brought her slickened fingers to the feline's tail, circling around his tight entrance and patiently easing one finger under his tail. King struggled to keep her out, squeezing hard his muscles he had forgotten about, but there was no resisting the lubricated digit. One easily slid into his rump and he surprised himself with a groan, feeling it slide in deep, right up to the knuckle.

"My, my," the mare teased. "Seems like someone enjoys this."

With a muzzle so hot that he swore it would scorch the fur from his cheeks, he shook his head rapidly twice, eyes closed. He could not face her. The finger in his tail hole eased back and forth slowly, stretching his unused hole with gentleness that he had not expected from her. He hissed between his teeth as the finger pumped into him, feeling much larger than he knew it to be, easing a second in alongside the first. Tensing, King arched his back, pushing up from his shoulders and heels as much as the ropes allowed. Was it wrong that it felt so good? His cock stood up hard and proud, dripping pre cum on to the already considerable wet patch of fur on his lower abdomen, staining it with salty cream. Biting her lip to suppress a groan of desire - she could not show too much - Amethyst dug her fingers in deep and twisted without warning, curling the tips against the back of the feline's tail hole, drawing a sharp gasp from his lips. Carefully, she repeated the motion, making him squirm upon the digits as she stroked his prostrate. She chuckled, adding a third finger to force him open even wider, reminding him abruptly that he was little more than a toy for her to play with that night.

And he could do nothing to stop her.

All too swiftly, she withdrew her fingers, wiping them off without care on his leg. Though he wrinkled his muzzle in distaste, King made no complaint, but stared up at her with wide eyes, unsure himself of what he was hoping for. To be fucked or to fuck? He would never admit the truth, not even to himself. Pushing herself between his raised legs, the mare smirked lewdly and rubbed the slippery tip of the strap-on dildo against his teased pucker. He tried to tense, keep it out, but there was no denying the red mare and his clenching orifice, releasing as often as it squeezed down upon nothing. Curling a paw around his balls, the mare caressed gently, teasing his attention away for long enough that he relaxed, slowing her to push in.

Amethyst murre under her breath as she felt his tail hole giving up, permitting her entry even as the cat whined. Clenching his paws into fists, King panted harshly through flared nostrils, each breath seeming to come with greater difficulty that the last. The rounded tip slipped in almost easily, though the feline felt every millimeter of it sinking into his body. It was a foreign sensation and one that he strove to arch away from, pain mingling with pleasure in a combination that frightened yet enticed him at the same time. It was as if he was being split in two, the strange object driving under his tail with irresistible force. When the mare stopped moving, he opened his eyes, looking down his body at where the equine's chestnut hips lay so close to his, the mare smiling coyly. She moved her hips in a small circle, pressing the dildo against the walls of his tail hole and deliberately teasing over the sensitive patch that caused him to moan so delightfully. Males were easy to subdue, even with a cock in their arse.

"Mmmph..." He groaned, turning his muzzle into the pillows.

"Easy there, darling," Amethyst murmured reassuringly, stroking her fingers through the fur on his belly. "Just relax now."

Pushing into her touch - it was the closest comfort he could get in the situation - King whimpered through the gag, meeting her eyes in the dim light. The intensity of her gaze made him quail, as anxious as he was soothed that no hurt was to come to him. The worst was over: he was sure he had taken every inch of the toy.

Amethyst was quick to dash those hopes, however.

"There's a few more inches to go yet," she said, as if she had read his mind. "I'm sure a big, strong stud like yourself can handle it."

There was more? More? He didn't feel much like a stud in that moment, but the compliment made him puff up his chest, wanting to be as strong as she said. Biting into the hard rubber of the ball gag, the feline did his best to relax, thinking of what he would do to push under a female fur's tail, how he would ease the stretch to go as deep as possible. Hell, he had fucked tail before. What sort of male was he if he couldn't take what he dished out?

Inhaling deeply, the feline held his breath as Amethyst pushed in with greater force, determination behind the slow, unyielding pressure. The fake phallus sank into his depths inch by inch, stimulating places that not even a finger had ventured previously. King rolled his head from side to side, squeezing down on the invasive toy and grunted quietly, cock leaking a steady stream of pre on to his fur. Would it ever come out of his fur? The stray thought was chased away in the next instant as the mare's hips brushed against his rump, flush with his sweaty fur. He released the breath that he had been holding, sinking into the bed as his muscles trembled, aching from the tension he was inflicting on himself. The mare ground deeper, eliciting a muffled mewl from his lips, the feline fighting to not enjoy the sensation of fullness. Maybe he had been right in thinking that he head had been the worst part, that initial stretching, as the remainder of the length was one consistent girth.

Leaning far forward to drop a kiss upon his nose, the chestnut mare giggled quietly.

"Glad you're adjusted, boy," Amethyst said, recalling his attention with her gentle tone. "Now the real fun may begin."

Just what did she mean by that? He understood in the next instance as she pulled back, hips slapping into his rump as the dildo drove home, slamming into him with enough force to rock him back against the bed. He cried out, the deep thrum of pain dancing with ecstasy inducing him to squirm away, evade the invasion somehow, in any way possible. The mare snorted as she thrust, holding on to his raised legs for leverage, a sly half-grin teasing her lips apart in a characteristic smirk. The feline could not raise his eyes to meet hers, but rolled his head back, panting heavily as he submitted to her every whim and more. If he had had more strength remaining in his legs, he would have pushed up to meet her thrusts, craving the sensation as much as it humiliated him deep in his core.

It should not have felt so good.

Sweat matted the cat's fur and he tried to yowl as that dildo hit a particularly sensitive spot. Amethyst wrapped a paw around his cock, stroking lightly, much more slowly than her furious thrusts. King's muscles tensed, a deep set ache reminding him of his position, his flexibility leaving much to be desired. As the mare squeezed, it was all he could to do curl his paws around the ropes, holding on tightly to them and using every scrap of willpower remaining to not buck into her heated embrace. The paw on his length eased down to cup his throbbing balls, lifting them up and away from the slick, driving dildo. The mare smirked cruelly.

"You should have known better than to get tangled up with me," she told him, huffing loudly as she pounded into him. "But you thought you were better...ah...than all the rest, all the same."

King shook his head, denying it even as his cock twitched, every nerve on fire and feeling as if he would cum on the spot - so soon, too soon. He didn't think he was better than anyone else: he'd only wanted to fuck the mare. She laughed quietly, tracing one fingertip up his length, smearing the pre cum along the fleshy pole, blood pumping a beat below the surface. He was a true prize, one that the mare would treasure the memory of for many blushing nights to come. Tail flagging, Amethyst gasped and slammed in brutally, shocking a grunt from the feline's lips.

What the cat did not know was that, with every buck of the equine's hips, a textured nub on the other side of the strap-on harness ground into her clit. It set her muscles trembling, forelock clinging to the back of her neck in patches of dark sweat, pussy dripping enough to soak the black straps of the strap-on harness where it slipped between her thighs. With a soft moan, she rammed the full length of the dildo into her toy, not caring for his whine of discomfort, grinding her hips to his and into that spot of shocking pleasure. Though her body was tired, she could not bring herself to slow down, drinking in every drop of delight as if it was a fine wine. She could have the kitty give her a massage later: there was much he could do for her besides playing his role as her fuck toy for the night.

Oblivious to the equine's state, the feline lashed his tail wildly, giving up any semblance of resistance and arching his back up from the bed. He had to cum! Groaning and mewling wantonly, King struggled for each breath, wanting more and more in every second that passed. The mare dug her hoof-like fingertips into his thighs, gripping so tightly that she drew a dull pain from him that was still hardly noticed, considering the cock in his arse. Alternately opening and closing his eyes, the feline twisted like a snake, entwined in strange pleasure beyond his comprehension, racing towards orgasm as Amethyst pumped his cock with a skillful paw. Before he could climax, however, the mare dropped her paw away from his shaft, watching his expression with a calculating yet breathless smile. She leaned far over his body, propping herself up on one paw while the other caught his chin, insisting that he look at her.

"Beg for it," she instructed in a low tone. "If you want to cum so much, beg me for it."

Her eyes glinted as his widened in turn and he shook his head. How could he beg with a gag between his lips and teeth? It was just another one of her sick jokes! Thrusting his hips up, he tried to make his need clear without uttering a word; it was not as if he could say anything coherent anyway. Bucking hard, he rivalled a feral stallion with a hated rider upon its back, the action making his cock bounce and flinging drops of sticky pre cum over his stomach and chest. Ashamed of the state of his fur, mussed and sweaty beyond any past experience in the bedroom, he opened his eyes wide, attempting to appeal to the mare's better nature. Did she even have one?

"Pweef!" He groaned, struggling to be heard, throat hurting from the strain. "Pweef, le' meh... Leh meh...pweef?"

Amethyst tilted her head and pricked up her ears as he continued, half-formed words decreasingly understandable as he rambled on, arching and grinding his body into her hips and the dildo. Shoving his rump down upon the dildo, the feline cried out lustfully and groaned, willing to do anything as long as he could be allowed the release he so desperately carved. He would go mad if he didn't get off!

Amethyst tossed her head, flicking her forelock off her fringe. She had to give it to him: she was impressed by the display. But the black furred feline unconsciously showing off his toned body in his need to cum had only served to heighten her need, which she was in the perfect position to take in whatever manner she pleased. He was hers for the taking.

"Sorry, there, darling," she grinned, she feigned innocence. "I didn't quite catch that."

He moaned, slumping into the bed. There was no way he could plead loudly enough for the crazy mare to be satisfied.

With the feline's orgasm - or lack of - out of the way, the mare was able to enjoy him at her luxury. Slamming her hips into his rump with every demanding thrust, she bared her teeth like a feral equine and closed her paw around his throat. The pressure was not enough to close off his airway but it was more than adequate to remind him exactly who was in charge, holding the balance of power in the palm of her red paw. She ground her hips forward when her toy of choice bottomed out, rubbing her clit with the aid of the special harness and moaning lustfully, the dildo in her cunt still nicely filling. She only wished that it was a real cock but, really, males were so hard to handle once one allowed them to get their dicks wet. Made them think they were in charge and all that.

Amethyst snorted and looked down over the male below her, watching how he struggled and twisted, yet succumbing to pleasure, to her dominance. Huffing through flared nostrils, the mare drove in savagely, caring less and less for King's comfort - she had cared to an extent - and more for her own desire, the electric zap she so required. Sweat beaded and rolled down her coat, though she hardly noticed, making the bed creak as her hips pounded relentlessly. King rolled his head from side to side, paws clenched into fists, and strained to reach his cock, standing up hard and proud throughout the onslaught. He was hers, the mare knew it. The rush of power flooded her body, warming her from the inside out as the tingle of pleasure seared through every vein in her body.

Driving into him one last time, the mare's paw tightened unconsciously around his throat - King gasped - and she jerked bodily in the throes of orgasm. Neck arching, she ducked her muzzle, breath coming in short, harsh pants as she whinnied and nickered alternately, every muscle quivering in that distinctly equine fashion. Eyes closed, she tossed her mane back and twisted as if to resist ecstasy, the harness suddenly all too slippery with the flood of her juices; an orgasm on her part was impossible to conceal. Her tail flagged and flicked with a mind of its down, the long strands catching King's thigh. Even through the battered cosplay gear (he shuddered to remember, despite being more than adequately distracted from its presence), the contact stung and he yelped. Cries unnoticed, the feline groaned and bucked as the mare's hips pulsed, grinding forward to draw out the final inklings of pleasure from an energy draining climax.

With the scent of sex and sweat a heady, intoxicating aroma in the air, Amethyst half-collapsed on to her feline victim, finally releasing his throat. Able to draw a full breath at last, King sucked in a lungful, groaning as the replenished oxygen caused his mind to jump to other matters, namely his throbbing hard-on. Looking down the length of his body to where the mare's cheek pressed to the center of his chest, ears perked, he mumbled experimentally around the gag, arching his back weakly. His tail hole ached but in a pleasant way that he could not have anticipated, he wanted more. Where was his climax? Surely she knew. Was she just going to lay there? Catching his eye, Amethyst sat up again slowly, both of her paws resting on the feline's lower abdomen, idly swirling a finger through the obvious pool of pre cum.

"You think we're done?" She cocked her muzzle to one side, still catching her breath.

Were they not? King blinked. The mare's grin reappeared.

"Oh, we've got a long way to go tonight, kitty-cat," Amethyst chuckled lightly, muzzle flushed from the heat of her orgasm. "Did you really think I was going to let you get off that easily?"

King's eyes widened and he grunted loudly through the gag, tail twitching like a snake.

"I've got a lot more pleasure to take from you tonight, my dear," Amethyst said, leaning over his body so that her hips were flush with his thighs, pressing the dildo deep. "And you're going to take every second of it without complaint. Do I make myself quite clear?"

Chest rising and falling heavily, King pleaded with his eyes, nevertheless bobbing his muzzle in defeated acceptance, chin drooping down to rest on his chest. His hard-on stood hard and proud, pushed over his stomach and mussing up his fur further with a continuous stream of drooling pre cum. He had been so close...and now he had to wait longer. Groaning, he turned his muzzle into the pillows and tried to think of anything that would ease his excitement, take his attention from the situation before him. But nothing could draw him away from the chestnut mare, her wicked toys and cruel paws. Looking up, the feline met her eyes, lowering his again a split second later: he could not hold her gaze. She wrapped her paw around his cock and stroked slowly, teasing her palm over the rigid flesh, coaxing muted moans from his lips. He did not even struggle against the ropes this time but openly submitted to her touch, arching his back and begging for more with soft whimpers and whines. Amethyst smiled.

"Easy there," she murmured. "Don't want you getting off too soon now, do we?"

He groaned, looking up through his hair, which had fallen across his muzzle. The mare's paw closed around his balls and he thrust into her touch, moaning as she massaged the aching orbs between her fingers and palm. She truly and utterly had him wrapped around her little finger and, damn it, she loved every moment of having him just so. Arching further over King's body, the mare stroked his white-furred stomach and dropped a kiss upon the red curve of the gag. King shivered.

Funny thing was, for the feline, being at a certain mare's mercy was not such a bad thought anymore.