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Lars - Bound and Bedded — Description

Lars frowned as she looked at the room around her. This was nothing like what she had expected when the wolf said he was going to surprise her. Sure, the white leather binders he had encased her arms in had come as a surprise, as had the freshly polished bit and bridal he had pressed between her teeth. She could still taste the thin film of oil that had been used on the metal. All that was good, all fine and good, her issue was with the bed.
It was, just that, a bed – no posts, no hooks, grapples, or bolt points. Worse, as she looked it over again, the more it appeared to be one of those cloud beds Mac had kept threatening to smother her in.
All white and fluffy, she could just see herself sinking into its embrace and being unable to rise without serious effort. Worse and worse, it smelled clean, not just clean as in recently washed bedding clean, but clean in the fact that it was practically devoid of any smell whatsoever! None of the usual good smells that she had come to associate with the wolf were there, the earthy musk that had been ground into the bedding, the smell of burn powder and hint of gun oil. No, these sheets smelled of air freshener, of moths, unbroken fabric devoid of sweat, or anything for that matter! No, there was nothing to enjoy there, nothing familiar.
And to add insult to injury the wolf had done the unthinkable, covering the white linen in crimson rose petals. The deep red of the flowers standing out in stark contrast with the white fluffy mounds. Lips peeling back, it reminded her to much of blood seeping everywhere. How was this supposed to me romantic?
“What, you don’t like it?” Mac’s voice sounded from just behind her ear making her jump! Damn that wolf, he was the only one who could do that! Cursing his name, Lars tried not to jerk her head around, the leather restraints creaking as she twitched. Eyes narrowing to accusing slits, she pulled back her lips to expose her teeth.
“Awe, there’s the face I’ve come to love.” Mac grinned at her, unfazed by her display of teeth. “But you’re avoiding the question, Princess.”
Blowing out an exasperated huff through her nose, Lars flexed her nostrils and shot a distasteful look at the bed and then back up at the grinning wolf, her teeth grinding against the metal bit.
“Ah – it’s too soft for your liking.” Mac grinned, his hands running up the sides of her hips, coming to rest just above her hips, his large hands almost able to encircle her abdomen. “But you haven’t even tried it yet.”
Lars snorted and shook her head.
“Well, then there’s only one way to fix that.”
Before Lars could enquire what he had meant by that, his hands gripped her firmly and lifted her bodily into the air. A surprised whinny escaped her lips as the wolf lifted her up in a single fluid motion and threw her into the beds embrace.
Rose petals flew everywhere as her body it the bedding, the soft folds wrapping around her as a deluge of red blanketed her face. Petals covered her face, eyes, and nose. She was choaking! She couldn’t breathe! The soft flowers were in her nose, cutting off her air, she was drowning in a sea of silk and blood!
Rage flared through the fear, as she struggled to breath, this was all his fault! He was trying to kill her and make it look like an accident!
Kicking her legs wildly Lars tried to get leverage; to push herself up but the bed only swallowed her attempts, her polished hooves slipped and skidded over the fabric as though it were made of ice. Any attempt to push herself up was met with smothering softness as her body was absorbed into its folds.
Her lungs were burning, her vision was gone, and the wolf was trying to kill her! Throwing all caution to the wind she whinnied and kicking! Throwing her entire body into violent arcs in a frantic attempt to escape this death trap!
“Easy, easy there pony.” A soothing voice sounded, and a second later the heavy weight of Mac’s muscular figure fell upon her, crushing her deeper into the bed’s smothering embrace. “I have you. Easy.”
God she wanted to kill him, to hug him, all in one single moment.
From the darkness gentle fingers plucked the petals from her nose and lips, allowing her to suck in greedy lung fulls of air.
“Easy there.” Mac’s deep voice rolled over her. “Easy. See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Nose clear, Lars’ entire body shook as her fear turned to rage, the heat flaring through her body like a flash fire. Leather straps creaked as the muscles in her arms struggled to break their bindings.
“Whoowah.” Mac’s tone had shifted, taken on a more serious note. “No need for that Pony. Here, see you’re okay.”
As the petals were lifted from her eyes, Lars did her best to will a particularly horrible death upon the wolf, pulling her lips back to show her white teeth in a promise of fatal consequences yet to come. “Ah, ah, ah. None of that. Not yet anyways.”
Leaning down the wolf kissed her, his hand moving to cup her face even as she tried to pull away from his embrace. The bed acted to confound even these efforts, limiting her movement as she struggled. Cursing the bed, Mac, and the day he had ever met the wolf, she slowly was forced to let her head be guided back to look at him.
“See, softness isn’t going to kill you.” The wolf smiled down at her, brushing the last of the petals away from her nose. “And neither am I.”
Lars snorted and tried to shake her head free from the wolf’s grip, only for him to hold on undetermined.
He was waiting for her to wear herself out, then in a weakened state he would have the advantage. Eyes narrowing, Lars blew out a final blast of frustration and stopped her struggling.
“There.” Mac smiled, leaning down and kissing her nose. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
Pulling her lips back in response, Lars let her teeth speak for her.
“Awe, you’ll grow to like it.” The wolf laughed. “Now, let ‘s make this more to your liking.”