The Cask of Armadillo
Warning: Story contains gay sex scenes, bondage, light toy usage, and an armadillo! And now you know. And knowledge is power!
Names and overall setting and theme borrowed from Edgar Allen Poe's "The Cask of Amontillado", my favorite story of one of my favorite author's. Many lines quoted or paraphrased from the original work, but many more are of my own design. Most paragraphs borrow their first line (at least) in some way from Poe's work, each one a tribute to his work and skill of the pen. This yiffy version, however, was formulated by my dirty mind. Dear Mr. Poe, I do hope you're not offended by my tribute to your glorious work. Thus without further ado, I present you, good reader, with a tale of vengeance and trickery, of lies mounted upon lies, and of dark, dirty yiff that ye all love and fap to. I present, The Cask of Armadillo!
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when it ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. Nay, with my length I would be avenged, with my point definitely settled within the confines of Fortunato. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity and in such a manner that Fortunato should feel compelled to return for more! With carnal retribution would I be redressed, made no more a fool of that dreaded Fortunato.
Through neither word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. The stallion had never suspected that my smile to his face was born of anticipation at his coming immolation... and my coming and inundation of his body by my seed.
He had a weak point, this Fortunato, though in all other regards he was a stallion to be respected an feared. He prided himself upon his connoisseurship in wine, not to mention his flagrant pride in his equine endowment, noting often that surely we other males must be jealous of his gift. With thick hands and clumsy hoof, Fortunato was a quack in painting and gemmary, though in wine he was sincere. I too was skillful in the Italian vintages and bought largely whenever I could. Myself, I was a clever armadillo of medium stature and finely banded. The Montresor bloodline was a fine old gentry, set well in wealth and culture and known for our comeliness despite what some felt was an exoticness of our species. Unbeknownst to the arrogant stallions such as Fortunato, but a closely guarded and often enjoyed secret to their wives, we armadillos possessed a length often attributed to equines. To leave it so simply, however, is a discredit to my species. The member of my kind, my own included if you, my fellows, must know, is not uncommonly seen to reach a third of our body's length. Heavy of half a meter's flesh I possessed, and thick for my kind, with my body's rapier, perhaps better titled as "raper", would I soon gain retribution from the depths of Fortunato.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. Clopping about in an unsteady, intoxicated gait upon the aged cobbles of our fair city did Fortunato find his way to my side and accost me with excessive warmth. I wondered how long his warm nature would last when I had him as I had planned. He wore motley, garment akin to that of a jester or fool, surmounted by conical cap and bells. Fortunato, a Salerno breed of nearly ebony shade in his umber coat, was a tall stallion with a fine black mane of the finest body tone and renowned to have a length of flesh of equally handsome appearance. Grasping his clumsy hand within my sharp one I met him with jubilation.
"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How well of health and heart you are looking today! Fortune has smiled upon me, friend, for I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, though I have my doubts."
"Montresor, you clever old rat, however did you come upon a pipe of Amontillado? And in the middle of the carnival?"
"I have my doubts." I felled my gaze upon the ground, feigning shame at my hasty actions, none of which had occurred, unbeknownst to Fortunato. "and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."
"Amontillado!"
"I have my doubts" and my lusts, and desire for justice, I thought.
"Amontillado!"
"And I must satisfy them." and how I shall.
"Amontillado!"
"As we speak you have found me on my way to Luchesi. If anyone has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me--" One can lead a horse to water...
"Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry." And Fortunato was fool enough to drink.
"And yet some fools will have that is taste is a match for your own." Though you'll have little doubt as to the nature of what you shall be drinking this night, Fortunato.
"Come let us go." An equine so lacking in trepidation shall surely turn its hoof. Fortunato had gravely miss-stepped by virtue of his overconfidence.
"My friend, no; I will not impose on your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement, Luchesi will suffice." Though not my desires.
"I have no engagement; come." Oh how soon we shall be engaged and the latter shall bear fruit.
"Again, no, good Fortunato. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp. They are encrusted with nitre." And how I craved to leave that fine coat encrusted with nitre of my own. The handsomeness of his face and form had started to bring rise to my maleness and I would give myself away were we to dally much longer.
"Regardless, let us go. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon, and as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado." While you, Fortunato, cannot distinguish my trickery from goodwill.
Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. I drew him close, admittedly savoring his equine scent as we passed through streets of old. Donning a mask of black silk and ebon cape round my person, tanned tail peering from behind, did we make for my palazzo.
There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honor of the time. Though the scent of a hastened orgy was still light upon the air, one I had not been privy to nor the instigator of. I had informed the staff I would not return til morning and given explicit orders not to stir from the house, knowing such would disperse the lot of them. The scent of sex masked with hastily burned and extinguished incense was merely an added pleasure to my senses, making me anticipate the coming tortures I would vest upon Fortunato still more.
I shook the fantasy from my mind, that would all come soon enough, and lifted two flambeaux from the wall, handing one off to Fortunato. Finding the entrance to the vault, Fortunato and I passed down a winding staircase into the bowels of my palazzo, to the catacombs of the Montresors.
Clumsy hooves scraped awkwardly along the stone of my halls as my friend leaned heavily upon my shoulder when his drunkenness warranted, each fumbling step setting off the bells of his cap. Such footing was of little use in such moistened depths as it was, but more so in light of my companion's intoxication.
"The pipe" said he
"It is farther on... But observe the white webwork which laces the cavern walls!" As I imagined a white webwork of my own that would soon be loosed.
Fortunato wheeled his head about, gazing drunkenly upon the walls and ceiling, finally coming round to me and staring back with two filmy, brown orbs, "...Nitre?"
"Nitre. Now tell me, friend, how long have you been possessed by that cough?"
As if in response Fortunato went on at some length, coughing in an unceasing, fierce manner. I feared my companion would expire before my plans could be carried out!
"It... ugh, it is nothing." he sputtered out at last.
"Come, we will go back." I appealed sympathetically to him, furthering my ruse of genuine concern at his health so in his overconfidence he would step willingly into my trap. "Besides, Luchesi can -"
"Enough. This cough is nothing and I shall scarcely expire of something so trivial as a cough." His broad hand rested heavily upon my shoulder, weighing down my gait as we trudged onward. I made a half-turn, pressing my palm to my friend's chest, keeping him balanced as his own coordination faltered. Due to his drunkenness Fortunato made nothing of the fact that my paw was making a broader motion that necessary to hold him and certainly more than was socially acceptable. Wicked thoughts manifested within my mind as the pads of my fingers passed over ebony nipples covered by the fabric of his costume.
"Mmm.. True. Here, a draught of Medoc will strengthen us against the damps." I drew a nearby bottle from the nitre-thickened hollows, knocking off the neck and presenting it to Fortunato. "Drink."
With a nod and sweeping gesture to the alcoves about us, Fortunato brought the drink to his lips, "To those reposed around us."
We shared a laugh and continued on in merriment through drab and dank corridors, laced with the ever-creeping nitre. Past walls piled high with bones, casks of my finest piled in empty alcoves alongside aged bones of Montresors past. I made a dramatic show to turn quickly and thrust my palm against his breast, lunging back and finding my nose buried in his luxurious mane. It smelled lightly of alcohol, but more of his own attractive musk. Coming to my senses after a quick inhalation of his scent I pulled my gaze back to face him.
"The nitre! Look at how it hangs like moss upon the walls! We are below the river's bed. No, good Fortunato, this climate is far too damp for your weakened state. We must hasten back, lest your cough-"
"It is nothing. But I will trouble you for another draught of the Medoc." he sputtered, suppressing another coughing fit.
A flagon of De Grave was broken and passed to the stallion which he emptied in a breath, thrusting the bottle upwards in an odd gesticulation I did not understand. I tilted my head, gazing upon him with curiosity and he repeated the grotesque gesture.
"You do not comprehend?"
"Not I" I replied
"Then you are not of the brotherhood" he sighed, arm lowering in disappointment.
"How?"
"You are not of the masons."
"Yes, ah yes! Yes!" I vigorously replied, seeking to hide my faultering.
"Ha! You? A mason? Impossible!"
"A mason"
"A sign then..." he began, upturned hand inviting such of me.
"It is this." I replied, triumphant, producing a trowel from beneath my vestments.
"You jest." Fortunato exclaimed, recoiling clumsily. Then, quick to the task he leaned in and onward, "But no matter, on to the Amontillado!"
"Be it so. On to Amontillado! On to what lies ahead!" I gestured forward, to the deepest recesses of the catacombs. We pressed onward, ducking through low archways, descending twice over, coming to a crypt so deep and damp that the torch glowed rather than flamed.
Set into the most remote end of the crypt lay another recess, set into the wall between two great pillars and measuring roughly five feet deep by four feet broad and seven tall. Fortunato's great hooves paid little attention to pieces of bone crunching beneath as we strode forward, the sides of the room piled with them, in one corner forming a sizable mound. The air was thick, disguising the implements I had secured away for my victim's coming punishment.
In vain the stallion uplifted his torch and stepped forward unsteadily into the recess, I close at his heels. The feeble light would not permit his eyes a view of the rear wall, requiring him to press on, finding himself against the rearmost wall. Finding only rock before his eyes, Fortunato looked about bewilderedly in his drunken stupor, trying to make sense of the situation. A moment later and I had him fettered to the granite, clasping his wrists and ankles in great iron cuffs fastened by heavy chains to the wall. The equine had only a small measure of movement, thusly pressed face to stone, but it mattered little, for he could not break the bonds had he even his sober strength.
"Pass your hand over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. It is indeed very damp. Once more let me implore you to return! No? Then I must positively leave you. But first I must render you all the little attentions in my power."
"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered to his senses.
"Nay, dear, handsome Fortunato. I lack such a pipe; but what I lack in Amontillado, I have much in the way of Armadillo..." With that I had seized him by the rump, clawed fingers squeezing in upon his toned flesh.
"M-montresor!? Oh, I... see! Aha! Ha hahaha ha! Yes, an excellent jest Montresor! And we shall share many a good laugh on it at the palazzo! Haha! With our wine! Ha yes!" he cackled nervously, the fool hoping more than stating what he told himself to believe.
"Yes, the Armadillo..." I muttered in his ear, leaning upon him as I loosed my trousers and pressed the bulge of my stiffening maleness against the cleft of his rear. My muzzle pressed against the back of his neck as I ran it back and forth through the fur I'd longed to smell, to feel against my flesh.
"Ah-eheh.. S-surely you mean the Amontillado, Montresor? Now let me free of these bindings, the jest will soon detract time from our merriment!"
"Not for you, my stallion. Though you shall have your fill of Armadillo this night. I do hope you were truthful when you said your cough would not prove fatal. Without clothing I fear you'll catch chill."
"Friend, you are quite mistaken! I've still my vestments upon my b-" Fortunato's chuckling reply was cut short as I ripped his blouse in twain, pulling the upper lot of the costume back and off of him, ripping it to pieces and leaving his muscular upper body bare.
"Montresor! Are you mad?!"
"Hardly. I am but a man bound to the name and code of my line. You recall the coat of arms for the Montresors; but have you ever seen our true mark? Look upon it, Fortunato, and recall the motto of my house so you may grasp why you have found yourself within these walls!" I stepped to his side, pulling his muzzle over and down so his gaze would land upon my crotch and pride, veiled behind a black thong, displaying the true coat of arms of the Montresors on the front.
"A fox.. Falling upon an armadillo's belly, it's male length burying beneath the attacking fox's tail." he gulped, beginning to realize the manner in which the Montresors sought vengeance.
"And the motto, my friend?"
"Nemo me impune laces sit. N-no one attacks me with... impunity." his words carried his rising fear, growing heavier as he gasped sharply when I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and loosed myself of my final clothing, releasing my member to the air.
"Yes Fortunato. No one attacks me with impunity, and I seek to prove that." The claws of my paw dug into the waist of his pants, pulling them over his firm buttock, that marvelous equine rump, past strong calves, and let them fall to the ground. "Off with that silly top. Let me see my prize." I growled, slapping the cap off his head, the bells clinking forcefully against the alcove's wall as it fell.
My hands seized him tightly, pulling us together, my length pressed warmly betwixt the two of us and my fingers falling to tug and twist at the ebony buds on his chest. I kissed his neck, admiring the scent and feel of the stallion I'd long lusted for at last trapped beneath my grip. I tossed my nose through his black mane, groaning in ecstasy at his scent and licking lewdly up the back of his neck, grinding my tip in the small of his back. "Mmm... Fortunato, how fine you smell and how much finer you shall feel. Now, let us ready the tools of the task."
To the pile of bones I scrambled, casting them aside and revealing a large package within. Taking it up I fetched a flask of Sherry set nearby and made my way back to the bound Fortunato. The stallion whickered angrily in his intoxicated state, stamping his hoof loudly against the stone floor. Unveiling the contents of my preciously squirreled away parcel I laid them bare, resting them on its canvas on the floor; a finely knotted plug having multiple bulbs of ascending size down its length and studded to boot with a large base, designed by the most wicked of Parisian minds, bridle and tack, blinders, and a sturdy riding crop for my freshly captured steed. I took up the bridle and simple riding tack; I would be needing it first to control this mount.
Fortunato began to protest again, some of his liquor wearing thin, and at that moment I seized him by the top jaw, opening his maw wide and quickly slipping the bit between his jaws. He choked and spat, unable to dislodge the piece and tasting the tang of iron upon his tongue.
"Montresor! For the love of G-oork!!" his protest cut short as I gave the reigns a firm pull, silencing him as I reached about his body to fasten the network of straps and buckles to best keep him bound once I'd broken this steed.
"Quiet now, Fortunato. A good mare should be of a softer disposition." I chuckled, once more kissing his neck, gyrating my hips into his back as I ran my paws over the length of his body, down to his own length. "Now, let us see if you can tell the difference between Sherry and Amontillado..." I teased, licking his tall ear and giving it a firm nip.
With that I opened and upturned the bottle of Sherry I'd taken up in hand, pouring the contents down upon my member. The fine drink cascaded down my flesh, droplets running under the spheres of my pride, down my thighs and Fortunato's backside and to the floor. I spread the cheeks of his ass with my free paw, pouring more of the drink over his flinching pucker. He made to scream, but my reflex with the bit was quick and thus was his protest. Taking my length in hand I steadied myself and presented it at his rearmost entrance.
"No one attacks me with impunity. Remember that well, mare." I degraded in his ear, bucking my hips forward and surely to fair discomfort to Fortunato's ring did I spread him about my flesh. A punishment it was, so I spared him little of the niceties I would a partner, driving my member into his quivering depths. "Ohh... yes! A fine conquest you are, Fortunato, perhaps a finer one than the lady Fortunato! Aha yes, the ruckus she made!" I espoused, gripping him by the hips and thrusting myself into his clenching ass. "Now keep that tail up as your wife did! Here now, steed." I scolded him, administering a hard swat of the crop to his rump. The pain made him clench harder still, producing infinitely more pleasure for me as I plumbed his depths.
"Ahhh, yessss... My kind often possess members a third of our body length in size, did you know that Fortunato?" He groaned, tears welling up and spilling over his eyelids as his body discovered how truthful I was, finding my length perhaps superior to even an equine's. "Mmm, such a fine ass." I gasped, rubbing the toned flesh before me I was presently impaling. Finally, having managed to stuff the entirety of myself into his bowels I proceeded to pull back and begin to administer slow thrusts to the unfortunate Fortunato.
"This needn't be un-enjoyable, my friend. In fact, in her lustful and loud exclamations your lady made note of you confessing of desires to experience such before, knowing I am of such an inclination." I let his bit have a bit of slack, leaning forward to kiss his neck and ears still more, giving a steady rhythm of thrusts as I embraced the handsome stallion. "Is it true, Fortunato? Do you enjoy this? Enjoy me?" I gasped as his body pulled upon me, lavishing him with harder, deep thrusts, so much flesh buried within him.
Fortunato made an unintelligible whimper, my ears unable to make out any words perhaps within it. "Louder, steed." I grunted, hilting inside him again. "Ah! Montresor! Yes... oh how I do enjoy it. I... I've dreamed of such before, but never thought.." he moaned as I rewarded him with more of what he so desired.
"Such a dirty whore... just like the lady." I grinned, grunting in his ear and bearing down upon him. His ass was a fine experience, perfect, godlike on the outside and velveteen as any canal I'd ever had graced upon me within. Moreover, dear Fortunato was extraordinarily tight, his depths apparently of virgin quality.
"Montresor.. ohh Montresor. You... you're magnificently endowed. Why, why did you never share this sEEcret!" his voice caught as I smirked and pistoned my hips with great force into his own, seeking to coat his bowels in fine armadillo seed. My answer needed no words, he knew that such secrets, like the vintages we had shared, must age to perfection. And a fine pipe of Armadillo he was having! I felt my climax creeping up on the fringes of my mind, readying my seed to release.
"Yes! Fortunato, praise you for having such pristinely tight quarters.. Ah! I shall spend soon, my fine stallion. Ohh yes, we shall secure you a sample of Armadillo to carry back to your own palazzo. Would you like that?" I groaned, furiously bucking my hips, slamming him back by the grip of my paws upon his own, my cock swelling in preparation to release.
"YES! Please make it so Montresor!" he begged. The proud stallion now begging, taking flesh as a mare does and loving it. Those of you who know so well the nature of my soul know that I am nothing if not a considerate host. Thus it was that I honored Fortunato's plea and buried my twitching member to the hilt within his flesh.
"Fortunato! I shall spend! Oh! Yes! Dear god yes, YES! Fortunato, I've climaxed!" I groaned, clamping my jaws about his neck, my small, sharpened teeth digging into his muscularly corded flesh as my member did spend within him. I could scarcely believe the quantity that was to come myself, finding that my jewels held more of the potent mixture than I'd anticipated. It was a torrent of seed, thick ropes coating and filling Fortunato's depths, warmly nestling within his bowels. It was surely cups, nay quarts, no! It was likened unto a cask! Yes, a cask of armadillo filling the handsome Fortunato!
It was then my careful eye noticed a splash of equine seed on the wall before my bound friend, having released himself when I'd bit down and blessed him with my seed. I chuckled amusedly at the sight and smiled, enjoying a few more moments of his warmth as I lapped his neck, affectionately nuzzling at my new partner. I began to withdraw, feeling the pool of seed make to follow my length as it passed towards his exit, which would surely spill if I did not engage in countermeasures.
"Oh my.. You shall surely lose your sample of Armadillo if we do not cork this fine container, my stallion." I mused, kissing him once more then reaching for the French plug. Dousing it with the last drops of wine at hand I was quick to pull my member free and fill the gap with the device before Fortunato could leak out a drop of my seed. He groaned in pleasure, tongue hanging noticeably from his muzzle, bit having fallen some time ago. It mattered not, he was mine now and willfully so, and so did he readily accept the plug as I pressed all of its bulbous length into his rear. At its last I pulled down the straps of his tack I'd left undone, threading his softening member through a ring in the front and pulling the strap beneath his scrotum and around to the cleft of his ass. Tightening it in the rear I made certain to fasten it securely so that the plug would hold firm inside the equine. At last, stepping back, I admired my work.
Fortunato stood bound and bare, save his riding tack which he looked magnificent in, before me. I lifted my member once more and yanked a few last ropes of seed onto his backside, completing the costume he would remain in for some time. The semen made a webwork pattern on his ass and the small of his back, "Why look there, Fortunato, the nitre seems to have overtaken even you!" I laughed, smiling at the sight of my friend.
Taking up the blinders and some fabric I'd packed in with the rest of the implements I gave Fortunato his final accessories. Settling the blinders upon him I proceeded to use the fabric to bind up the base of his tail, keeping it forever raised so I might access my stallion whenever I wished. "A fine start to this punishment, becoming my mount as this, is it not, Fortunato?" I noted pleasantly, admiring him; my prize.
"Mmph" he pressed the bit forward to allow himself the ability to speak, "It is indeed a fine start, Montresor. Thanks be to your kin for taking up that motto." he groaned, still aglow from our climax.
I chuckled goodheartedly, stepping up to loose his cuffs and release my new steed from the wall. "Let us take this game to a dryer, warmer locale then. Onto all fours like a good stallion." I commanded him, and he obeyed, hefting his plugged rear high into the air. His liquor having long ago worn off, Fortunato all but pranced on his hooves as I led him by the reigns back up through the catacombs and through the palazzo. He whickered and smiled around his bit as we entered the barn, assuming we would have a good go at it in the hay, and by the look of his maleness he was quite ready to be rutted in the barn. That, however, was not the fate that awaited Fortunato. Not yet. His punishment was not complete, for a punishment of deprivation is surely the most potent in a case such as his.
It was with that ethic that I did fasten him in a vacant stall, providing hay and water within reach, even going so far as to drape a feed bag by a hook on the wall and remove his bit. So it was that I made to leave Fortunato, tied up properly in his stall, my newest equine prize and the first I'd made to keep and house in stable. I turned, swinging the stall door over and then he interrupted me, finding his voice again.
"Montresor? Is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone."
"Yes they will, but worry not about Lady Fortunato, my friend. She will reside in these same stables soon, outfitted in fine tack as yourself. Now, let us be gone." I took another step back, morning would come soon and I'd made a fine appetite for myself.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MONTRESOR!"
"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
The stall door shut and promptly I clasped it, paying no heed to future protests of Fortunato. I hastened back to the palazzo, machinations of my next conquest at work in my mind. Now, years since and a stable fuller, the Lady among the number and of course Fortunato, and no mortal has disturbed them... save I.
Never shall they rest!