FOTD 2021

“Riders! Kri, Folk!” Vina screeched, rolling in what would be mostly invisible strings attached to a wooden figure and a pair of crossed sticks. “Lykos! Heeeeelp!” She called once more, writhing around until Folkren came to see what had happened to the curious dam.

“What did you do, you silly dragon?” He cooed, reaching down to untangle her but with Vina still stuck in the strings and moving so one of her riders was unable to assist. “Vina, calm down you silly girl. How can I help you if you don't sit still for me?”

It was no use though, the panicking dragon just rolling about and screeching more until the other two she called for also came to investigate what was going on. Poor Folkren just standing there with his hands on his hips, jumping slightly from the tender touch of his celestial husband who gave him a confused but placid stare while watching the female work herself up.

“I didn’t know Vina was into bondage...” Krites said, getting a gasp from the other rider almost immediately.

“Kri! No!”

“What are you doin Vina? The strings are getting too tight if you roll.” Lykos cooed sweetly, pawing gently at her fluffy chest until her frantic breathing calmed down, staring at the other who kept kneading her until she fell still and limp. Continuing to do so a little bit more, he went to fetch his own puppet, a sock puppet with button eyes and a mane of hair that went down to the end. “Look it at my puppet, it has a pretty mane like you. Don’t you think.”

“Yeah, so pretty.” She agreed, laying there like a limp noodle as the riders went to work to free her. So calm as Lykos kept distracting her until the strings removed, free once more.