A Comfortable Seat
Setting: Fantasy: Silvan.Ships: Unnamed Dragonborn / Mau'o-Ber.
Characters: Mau'o-Ber Glynhorn (m unicorn).
Setting: Fantasy: Silvan.Ships: Unnamed Dragonborn / Mau'o-Ber.
Characters: Mau'o-Ber Glynhorn (m unicorn).
Mau'o wheezes, coughing and gasping in lungfuls of air. He can feel the heat in his face and his fingertips tingling as the blood is able to flow easier again. Sweat and juices roll through the fine strands of his fur on his face, catching in droplets. He feels the end of his tail caress his back as it curls. His fingers' grasp on the damp bedsheet loosens as his breathing ease.
The stranger beside him curls their fingers in his hair, and Mau'os head is pulled back, his throat stretched to its limit. Mau'o-Ber gasps, his large eyes moving to meet the gaze of the dragonborn, who looks down at him with a slow smile on their face.
They're a large being, although not that much taller than Mau'o is. It's their broad shoulders, the bulging muscles acquired through many years of hard farm work. Their scales glisten, their brown painted with smears of cum and feathers from the pillow that Mau'o accidentally ripped open with his horn.
"You did a fine job," the dragonborn says, still with a tight grasp on Mau'o-Bers hair. It hurts in such a pleasant way. Mau'o purrs the way no horse ought to, rising up on his arms to come closer to nose to nose level with the dragonborn. "Why thank you, dear. I'm sure I could grant you even greater bliss with more time." The words slide silk-smooth past Mau'os lips, and he sees the dragonborns smile twitch to be a little bit broader. They pull harder, so that Mau'os silky nose brushes against their coarse snout. "Could you now? Well, how about giving it a try?"
Still held aloft, Mau'o relaxes into the painful grip, his tail twitching slowly, merrily. He feels his cock press against the sheets as it hardens again. "Oh? Didn't you say you have places to be? Will you rearrange your schedule for me?"
"No," the dragonborn replies. Mau'o catches himself as he falls when they release his hair, and he rolls onto his back to look up at them with his head slightly atilt. "No?" A hand strokes his chest, the dragonborns gaze focuses on it as it slides across his soft fur.
"Mmh, I won't. But I have some time later. How about I bring you along for the day? Surreptitiously, of course. I am a respectable person, after all, and can't be seen with whores around town."
Mau'o would be offended - should be offended - because he is more than a common harlot, being adopted into a barony and all, but he doesn’t really mind. He loves sex, and he doesn't mind being paid for it. Particularly in food, which is with what this particular stranger had given him in return for a tumble in the sheets, treating him to a scrumptious meal before they retreated to Mau'os hotel room. "Oh?" He adjusts his arms to rest on top of them. "And did you have a plan for that? I'm afraid I don't know such magics myself." If it was bloating someone, or causing immense agony, then absolutely, it is something that Mau'o-Ber can do. However, he is not any sort of shapeshifter, nor can he turn invisible.
"I have some containers downstairs in my cart. Some are full, some are not. I still have stops to make while shopping. You could hide inside one of those. Perhaps you could be a barrel of water, or a bag of rice. Or perhaps you are grains for the cattle, or straw for the stable." Mau'o-Ber feels interest curl inside of him as he listens, and his tongue darts out over his lips. His back curves as the dragonborn keeps caressing his chest. His cock throbs between his legs. "Or maybe you're beer, or perhaps you're fertilizer for the fields. Maybe you could be butchered meat, or salt."
The thought is exciting to Mau'o-Ber. He can more or less be anything, this way. He sighs in pleasure at the pets he is given, leaning up into them as he considers his options. "Would I- ahh- Would I be sharing the space, or would it just be mh- me?" he wonders, peering up at the dragonborn.
They rub soft circles in his fur, tracing lower through the auburn, and eventually they find one of the cream coloured markings, and the cum that stains his shining coat. Mau'o spreads his legs, gasping as the claws scrape so, so close to his aching cock. "What would you prefer?"
"Mh, whatever you like. With a treat like that- I'll have to do something else to repay you." He means the meal, sure, in a way. But more than that, he means the way that the Dragonborn had seated themself on Mau'o-Ber's face, grinding against him. Rubbing their balls against his nose, slipping their cock inside his mouth. Face-fucking him breathless only to once more plant themself on top of him, making it near impossible for Mau'o to get the slightest sliver of air into his lungs. The black spots in his vision, the hands in his hair, on his horn, the pulling at his tail, everything that had happened in the large bed with the soft, expensive sheets. Such treats were something of a favourite to Mau'o-Ber.
"Whatever I like?" The dragonborns hand wraps around Mau'os horn, pulling him into their lap. Mau'o can feel their cock against the back of his head, all the ridges rippling as it swelled with arousal. "I'll surprise you, then. Give you something nice. Meet me out back in fifteen minutes."
Mau'o is abruptly dropped to the bed, and for a few moments, he simply lays watching as the Dragonborn washes in the basin and redresses. Their muscles are such a nice feature on them. It would have been even nicer had they had a nice big gut, but Mau'o isn't that prone to complain. Especially not when his partner actually turned out to be very good at squeezing the air out of him.
The Dragonborn casts a look at him over their shoulder as they leave, and a few moments Mau'o simply lays still in the bed. Eventually though, he rolls over and crawls to the edge, tumbling to his hooves and making way over to the basin to also wash off a bit. He doesn't want his clothes too cum stained, after all.
He could have taken hours to choose what to wear, but as he knows he needs to take as little space as possible, he has to rule out a lot of his regular fashion choices for something simpler and daintier. A simple summer dress, yellow with white trimmings, falls nicely around his body, ending halfway down his thighs. He would have picked out a nice hat to go with it, but he doubts that would be an option this time, so he abstains with sadness, even from the cute little circlets that suits the colour of the dress so well.
He has not gone over time when he finally make way downstairs, though he does cut it close. Upon exiting the building through the back door he sees the Dragonborn with a horse-pulled cart a few steps away, and he swirls to show off his simple but lovely look. "What do you think?"
"You look very nice," the Dragonborn agrees, and Mau'o-Ber smiles and climbs onto the cart. The Dragonborn offers him a hand, and Mau'o steps into the barrel that they gestures to. It is empty, looking like a wine barrel or something of the like. It is a tight fit, and with the lid slipping in place, he has to tilt his head forward to allow his horn to fit. Mau'o smoothes out his skirt best he can, shifting to find the most comfortable position, before letting himself sink back to relax. He is sure that it is going to be a bit of a bumpy trip, but he does have a nice amount of padding on his body.
He hears the sound of a wooden hammer hit a nail, and then another, and even more of them. The barrel shakes, and the strikes are near his ears, which fold down against the loud sound. The lid, he understands, is being tightly nailed shut so that he won’t be able to leave or be able to accidentally be seen if the barrel topples over. Excitement flutters through him, attracting the attention of his cock.
Light filters in through the lid as the cork in the top is removed, and Mau'o-Ber glances up toward it. It is in front of him, closer to the tip of his horn, and in front of his eyes he can see a nozzle get inserted, once more blocking out the light. He hears a sloshing sound, and splashes, and Mau'o feels wetness soak through his dress. Some sort of liquid is being poured into the barrel, and Mau'o feels a shiver run through him. He has no intention of objecting. Predicaments where he is helpless are quite to his taste.
As the water, or whatever the liquid is, pours into the barrel, Mau'o carefully adjusts one hand up underneath his dress skirt, palming at his growing erection. He is feeling very good indeed, in this predicament.
The barrel fills more and more, soon passing Mau'os bent knees. He whimpers as the liquid brushes his throat, and he rubs his cock more eagerly than he previously had. The taste, when it reaches his lips, is impossibly sweet, and Mau'o finds it impossible to place it. The only things he has tasted that were similar were sweet, sweet dessert treats and candies that he and his adoptive mother had shared in the past, and even those were not the same in sweetness.
Air bubbles puff out of Mau'o-Bers nose as he comes hard, and for a moment he blacks out. He swallows, mouth filled with the unknown liquid. Oh he feels wonderful. Only when the sweet water level doesn't cover his nose so completely does he notice that the liquid had stopped pouring in, and that he had been swallowing it down to the point where he can breathe. He hears dulled sounds around him, barrels and crates and the like probably being shifted around. Slowly, he once more starts to stroke his cock.
The cart starts to roll, and though the barrel stands stable on it, the liquid sloshes inside. Mau'o opens his mouth and breathes it in, swallowing what washes into his throat and allowing himself to have it pour inside of him any way that it wished. His gets it in his nose, in his ears, in his ass once he slips fingers inside to fuck himself on them. His sputters are quiet, pleased, and the ride over the cobblestone shakes his body in a wonderful sort of way. When the cart once more stops, Mau'o has already cummed two more times.
He hears more shuffling about, voices speaking, and a silence for a long while after. Mau'o sits slowly stroking himself, quietly gasping as his body starts to become over-stimulated from the multiple orgasms. Then the cart shakes again as someone gets into the drivers seat, before it once more starts to move. Mau'o almost comes on the spot as it hits a pothole that sets the liquid sloshing over his head.
Unfortunately, the ride this time isn't long at all, and the cart stands still for what seems an eternity. Tired, Mau'o has to stop himself from falling asleep. It won't be very fun if he stays asleep when the cart once more starts moving, and he drowns while journeying toward their destination and the dragonborns farm.
He is jostled and disrupted from being lulled into slumber by the sound of barrels moving, and the feeling of the one that he is in suddenly lifting off the cart. For a few moments, Mau'o feels a tumble in his stomach similar to dropping from a great height, but the barrel is safely lowered to the ground. It is carried further, and Mau'o has to wonder if they are at the farm. Not that he is in a rush to be let out, but he does long to be crushed by the solidly built Dragonborn once more, and that is something to be eager and impatient about, the same way one would regarding a delicious meal.
The barrel is put down again, on something made of wood he thinks, judging by the sound of wood on wood. Then there is silence, before there is the slamming of a door. Complete silence, uninterrupted by nothing. Confused, Mau'o sharpens his ears, and tries to catch the slightest clue by noise that he can make out. Nothing. He gnaws at his lower lip, sucking on the sweetness coating it. Perhaps it is part of the game. Perhaps the Dragonborn still has things to do, so he had put Mau'o-Bers barrel somewhere safe, where nobody else might pry it open. Well, all he can do is wait and see, so he once more settles back, deciding to rest for a while. This time, he does fall asleep.
The sound of large doors closing awakens Mau'o-Ber, alerting him to someones presence, or lack thereof. He can't be sure. He hears voices, and he frowns. He was given the impression that it would just be the two of them, but his barrel is lifted and carried, and he still hears at least two people discussing something, although his effort to keep at least some air in his lungs makes it difficult to focus on the details.
The nails are being removed, one by one. Mau'o is fairly glad honestly, because his body is feeling stiff and the liquid has started to feel uncomfortable in his fur. He isn't prepared when the barrel tips over, and together with the liquid spilling out, so does he. Mau'o sputters, and grumbles, "You ought to be more gentle, dear," and he blinks at the bright light prickling his eyes.
Lanterns filled with magical fire line the stone walls, and the room is large. Shelves lines it, and he can see very lovely couches and chairs and the like standing around in various states of progress. The Dragonborn is sitting in one of them, leisurely leaning back, one hand on their crossed legs and the other holding a cup of some hot beverage. There are three people beyond that in the room; another Dragonborn, and two humans. Mau'o frowns and, ignoring the liquid dripping from his dress and his hair, eyes all four of them. But he zeroes in on the Dragonborn he had previously had his tryst with. Walking up toward them, he leaves a wet trail across the stone floor.
"Darling," he says, a sharpness in his voice. "I'm not quite sure where the group play came into the picture? Not that I'm against it, not at all, but I would at least have liked to have had advance notice."
The Dragonborn, tea in their cup now that Mau'o-Ber is close enough to notice the pleasant aroma, peers at Mau'o in a calm manner. "Well, darling," they say, a mocking tone in the way they mimic how Mau'o calls them. "I had a change of heart, suddenly. I wanted to show you off to my friends here," they nods toward the three new strangers. "and see what they thought of your lovely fur."
"Its pattern is quite lovely from what I can see." The other Dragonborn draws near. Their hands goes to the hem of Mau'os dress skirt, lifting it up to look at Mau'os legs. Mau'o ignors it, unbothered. He is very well aware of his very nice patterns. "Very lovely." A hand runs along Mau'os thigh, circling to the soft inside just below his balls. "I'd love to work with you."
The dragonborn grasps at one of Mau'os balls, kneading it in its hand. Mau'o moans, feeling the grip tighten almost too hard. "W-work with, how exactly?" If it was sex he was all for it, and the tone in Mau'os voice spoke of it.
The Dragonborn continues to massage that one of Mau'o-Bers balls for a few more moments, and drags their other hand up to brush Mau'os belly just above the spot where his cock tents the dress. "How about you have a seat?" They gestures to a chair, and, in his arousal, Mau'o doesn't really care to remark on how bare and uncomfortable the chair is. It has no cover to speak of yet, only a thin that isn't very pleasing to the eye.
The humans trots over, and in Mau'os mind, it isn't strange at all that they slips cuffs in place around Mau'os ankles and wrists. He's been cuffed up before, and generally had a good time about it. The Dragonborn doesn't look like the riding type though. But who is he to comment, anyway? Mau'o himself liked all sorts of plays, both as a submissive and as a dominant. It is all about what kind of mood he’s in.
But it is a bit strange that they start to add even more cuffs along his arms and legs. Not super strange; some people enjoyed total immobilisation, including Mau'o-Ber, but nonetheless. It feels as though they are covering every little bit of his arms and legs with the stuff, even to an uncomfortable degree at some points of his legs. There is only a certain amount that the joints can bend backward, and that kind of pain was something he wasn't actually that much into.
"Hey, I think we're good on the cuffs, don't you?"
The dragonborns, and the humans, say nothing to his comment. The humans simply continue to work, while the two Dragonborn keep watching them do so. Mau'o is starting to feel uncomfortable, and the sense that something is off is creeping up on him.
"What's this play, anyway?"
The humans pulls away, apparently finished with their tasks. They wanders off, purpose in their steps. The standing Dragonborn leans forward, hands on Mau'os covered-up arms as they breathe into his face.
"It's the kind of play where you're turned into a comfortable armchair, perfect for my cousin here to sit on you and suffocate you until you're too old to keep. Don't worry, little one," a claw strokes Mau'os cheek, and tilts his chin up. "You'll feel every little thing, forever."
"I- I beg your pardon?" Incredulous, Mau'o-Ber stares up at the Dragonborn. They still hold their claw underneath his chin, and Mau'o pulls his head backward, away from it. The finely carved wooden back knocks against the back of Mau'os head, and for a moment he sees stars in his vision. He glares, his tail lashing angrily, as he through pained tears bares his pointy teeth. "Undo these cuffs right this moment," he growls. The dragonborn laughed, taking a step away and straightening up.
"Oh, little one, it's too late for that." They glances over at the other Dragonborn, the first one, the farmer. "Would you like to stay for the show, cousin?" They accept a pot and a brush from one of the humans. Mau'o curses at them both, and at the humans once they are both there. The second human holds tools that Mau'o doesn't know the names of.
The tea cup clinks against the saucer, and the comment that Mau'o spews out that they had no table manners went ignored. "Sure, I can stay. I do enjoy watching you work." The second Dragonborn nods amicably, and with the pot and the brush, steps back close to Mau'o-Ber.
"Shush now, little one. If you cooperate, this will go much smoother. Not that struggling will do you anything at all. You're trapped, and it will still go smooth for me. It'll simply be smoother for you if you stay still, that's all."
The dragonborn bends forward, dipping the brush in the pot. Mau'o jerks forward, lunging as best he can with his horn first, aimed at the dragonborns throat. With a hasty few steps backward, the dragonborn avoids being impaled on the unicorn horn. It looks mildly irritated, and gestures to the human with free hands. "Get the head restraints."
The human is soon back with a harness that they fasten with uncomfortable expertise on Mau'os head. It is fastened to the back legs of the chair, immobilising Mau'o even further. With a pleased nod, the Dragonborn comes back close to Mau'o-Ber, redips the brush in the pot, and starts to swipe it over his fur.
It is a long process, one Mau'o tries his best to struggle through, but to no avail. He can't get loose, which is a big problem.
Another problem is that, unfortunately, Mau'o gets off on fear. On others, and on his own. He has known that for years, but he has never imagined he would be turned on by the process of being basted in some sticky solution that made his body feel strange, while he knows that he is about to be permanently turned into a piece of furniture.
They notice, all of them. Because Mau'o-Bers cock starts to poke out of its sheath, growing too big and hard to remain hidden for long.
"Would you look at that," the carpenter Dragonborn says with a chuckle. The farmer leans on their elbow, drawing a long sip of their tea as they lean a little closer to watch.
"It shouldn't be that surprising, I guess," they say with a shrug. "Since he enjoyed being suffocated and nearly drowned so much." The cup and saucer click as they put them on the table. "Will I be in the way if I entertain him a little, cousin?"
"Unfortunately, you would. I don't want to risk getting any of the potion on you, or you will become an easy mark. I'm not sure I'd be able to resist, if you do."
The farmer leans back in the chair they are sitting in, after pouring themself some more tea. "For a moment I forgot that you're a freak." The other huffs in amusement, glancing over at their cousin.
"You're the one that wants to turn their hook-up into a piece of furniture rather than asking them for round two, so you have no place to comment on my proclivities."
It seems like friendly banter, frustratingly casual as the carpenter continues to brush Mau'os fur thick with the paste potion. Mau'o spits at the dragonborn hovering over him. "You're both freaks, and I want nothing to do with it." They both look at him, with the humans looking wide-eyed at the scene before them. The dragonborn in front of Mau'o-Ber leans closer, the bristles of the brush swiping over his mouth. Mau'o sputters, and spits out the taste of old honey as it hits his tongue. Immediately, it starts to feel tingly and heavy in his mouth.
"I think that's quite enough of your foul mouth, little one," they said, gesturing to the humans. One takes the pot and the brush, the other offers up the selection of tools to the dragonborn. The carpenter takes one of them, and presses its broad, flat metal against Mau'os lips. "So shush now." They slide the metal against Mau's lips, and when Mau'o go to open his mouth, he finds that he can't.
Looking down does nothing, his nose is in the way and his face isn't shaped to let him see his mouth without a mirror. He only go cross-eyed, the pain stinging in his eyes at the effort.
"You won't be able to use that any more," the carpenter dragonborn informs him. They run the metal tool across Mau'os thighs, and in front of his eyes, he sees how the hide on his body is stretched, from one leg to the other. They seem to meld together, forming a perfect seam that doesn’t ruin the pattern in his fur the slightest. He whimpers, pulling at his arms and legs. It does nothing, not that he expected it to.
The carpenter works for several minutes on Mau'os lap, ensuring the seal between the legs is perfect. Mau'o wonders in a moment of dizzying claustrophobia, which he never before had felt even when crawling through the slimmest of spaces at his familys manor, how they will make up for the gap between his thighs. It isn't a big gap, because he has meaty thighs, but there is still a gap showing a light dip in the slack hide. The question would be answered later on.
Next, the carpenter moves to run the tool across Mau'os chest, shifting around the fat on his belly and chest to smoothen it out into an even surface. His lungs heaved rapidly, pumping blood into the erection that he can feel press against the underside of the hide his legs had turned into. In that moment, Mau'o-Ber loathed that he was so turned on by fear.
Mau'o could have consoled himself with the fact that they couldn't see it, but unfortunately they can see the bulge that his cock makes. He isn't exactly small in size, and when he gets hard, he really gets hard. He can see it in their eyes, that they see it; there is amusement in there, and it makes him fume. If he only had his hands free, he would have butchered them all, turned them into bloated blobs that only knew pain, and left them to rot from their insides and out. What good is it being a blood hunter if he can't use his powers when he most needs them!
But they do nothing. The pain of his arousal being ignored is almost as bad as the possibility of it being relieved. Mau'o curses the dragonborns and humans around him, the words only coming out as muffled garbled sounds. His tongue is too heavy to move at this point, too, which only makes it harder to form words within the cavern of his mouth.
A hand presses against the top of his head. Mau'o startles as the carpenter pushes down on it. He is even more startled as it starts to move, sliding down his body and into his chest, down it, down, down, until it is nestled between his thighs. The flappy bit there is filled out with the meat of his face, and he stares up at the ceiling in shock. The sound of the head harness falling to the floor is dull through the walls of his own thighs. The tip of his cock press against his forehead, while his balls are pressed between his head and the wooden seat of the chair. He can feel every stroke of the metal tool as it is run across the surface to smoothen out his face, merging his mouth with his thighs. His eyes, and his nose, are left uncovered for the moment, but he isn't doubting that it’s on purpose, just so he can see what the carpenter is doing to his body.
He feels his arms get unbuckled, one cuff at a time, and as he makes himself ready to push upward, not knowing nor caring what might happen, he feels the potion get brushed over his newly, almost wholly freed arm, then the other. He lets out another whimper that he can feel more than hear, and only in his own skull, as the carpenter starts to use the metal tool once more, brushing the sides of his thigh upward toward his arm, and his arm downward toward his thigh. The other came next. The carpenter moulded together Mau'o for his flesh to serve as the cushions, his hide to be the upholster. Far too soon, the only parts of him that hadn't been fused together were his legs, and he is sure that soon, they will join the rest of him.
His horn is next, the humans making quick work of removing it with a fine saw. Mau'o gets bone dust in his eyes, and he blinks tears past long eyelashes. The nub left behind where his horn had been is pressed down into his forehead, breaching his skull as though it isn't there. His head feels weird, as though the piece of bone is pressed into his brain and twisting it.
It seems his mind collapsed in on itself, as though a button had switched off several functions controlling his body. He knew he had already lost all physical control, but in that moment, his body stopped. He can't struggle any more, he can't try to form words, not even properly in his mind. All he knows is the pressure applied to his hide, how intense it is. At that moment, he orgasmed hard. No cum came, however, even if it isn't anything that Mau'o takes notice of. Something had been done to hinder the flow, keeping him constantly pent up with his balls swollen with need. It isn't anything that Mau'o gave a second thought to. He doesn't give a second thought to anything. All he has are immediate thoughts, surface thoughts. He knows that he needs to cum, he knows that he can’t, but he doesn't know what to do about it.
He can feel the pressure around his legs loosen, he can feel something get smoothed over them, and he can feel how they are easily folded up to finish the cushioning to the arm rests. He sees and feels the metal tool run over his hide, and his insides twitch all over with each touch.
The metal runs, finally, over Mau'os face once more, smoothing out the protrusion of his round silky nose, and drawing fur over his eyes. His breathing grows heavier, his lungs resisting against the hide drawn taught over it. He can still get air, somehow, but he doesn't wonder about it.
The finishing touches are the hooves he never realised had been easily broken off from his legs, and the horn that the humans had removed. Fashioned into buttons of black and white, they are stitched into the hide.
Mau'o can feel everything, every single stitch. The needle pierces his hide, stabbing at his meat, and it is painful, but pain is pleasure too, and before they are done sewing the buttons in place, Mau'o has once more climaxed.
Then he is finished, and there is the sound of footsteps, voices that he can't decipher or tell apart, and there is weight on his face.
Although Mau'o doesn't know what was going on - he doesn't know anything any more, really - he feels that the pressure on his face and thighs is a good kind of pressure. It covers his nose, presses against his hidden eyeballs, and as the being sitting on him leans back, his lungs grow tight. He can't breathe, and he has never felt better. The life of a chair really is the perfect life, and it is going to be his life for the rest of his existence, which he is beyond happy about.