Fates of the Unicorns 87 - A New Stallion
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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 87 - A New Stallion
This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!
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Rickie groaned as he shifted position, trying to get comfortable as his horn knocked against the metal and wood of the train car side. The ride was a lot rougher than he had imagined, the engine stuttering and jerking on a regular basis as the dragons maintained it. Like most unicorns, he disdained much of the unnatural world, especially large smelly steam machines that the dragons had been introducing ever since the Great Retreat. He was sure this had been a car for feral cattle. Most of the stalls were ripped out but a few remained, like the corner one he had been shoved into.
It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't stuck in a corner like... he paused and flushed as he recalled a few times he had been in this exact position back in his home village. Humiliated, hearing other colts and fillies laughing at him behind his back. Here he was in a box full of mares, and he couldn't even turn around. Enough!
With a deliberate motion, he shifted and turned around, back to the corner and gave a defiant snort. "I'm tired of smacking my horn, so you're going to just have to deal with me."
The mare who claimed to be in charge of this group squeezed out of the crowded mass and without any warning at all delivered a stinging slap across Rickie's muzzle. "I said turn around and stay that way!"
Rickie yelped and whinnied, then yelped again as he was smacked in the muzzle several more times. "Ow, ow!" he protested, hands raising to block the blows, but two mares grabbed his wrists and held them pinned as the angry mare continued to hit him. He let out a sniff, trying to wrench his head away from the blows, nose stinging at a few cruel smacks.
Jessa stood over the crouching stallion, watching him squirm about as her girls held him. She swatted his nose again, harder making him yelp. "I was nice before, but now it's time to teach you a lesson," she said, crouching down and grabbing his chin-hairs and yanking the stallion's head up and back so she could look down directly at him. She poked him hard in the nose, "Starting now."
Rickie struggled in humiliation, unable to fight off the mares as he was held down near the floor, that finger pressing painfully into his nose but her hold on his chin kept him from pulling away, his snout twitching in displeasure. He snorted, shaking his head when the mare finally let go and she stood back up to tower over him. He took in a breath to protest more but only ooofhed as a hoof kicked him firmly in the stomach, not a crippling blow but unicorn hooves were harder than damn near anything but their horns. He coughed and struggled, eyes widening in fear at where she was aiming next. He twisted and turned, taking the next hoof on his thigh, desperately trying to keep her from hitting her very obvious target.
"Hey! Stop that!" said another voice as a new mare pushed herself into the corner. Her tail and mane were short, the gold fur somewhat scraggly but she held herself tall as she faced down Rickie's attacker.
"I'm not going to let his perv stare at my ass the whole trip to.. to.. wherever the hell we are going" said Jessa, her hand pulling back for another slap.
"Is that what you are going to tell the magistrate when you're charged with beating up a fellow unicorn?" asked the new mare.
Jessa let out a snorting laugh, "Are you serious? We're slaves deep in the Dragon Empire, there's no magistrates or anyone who can enforce laws now."
"So that means we just revert to savages, is that it? Beating up anyone we choose? What next? Rape? Murder? Should we hold him down and torture him? Would you do this if were were still back home? If we were in his bedroom, acting like lowly bandits and doing as we please?"
Rickie felt the hands on his wrists loosen, then let go as the two mares looked guiltily around, one biting her lip in shame at the chastising.
"No! Of course not. We... I... it's not like that! He's a stallion Lamia, we can't just let him do as he pleases with us. We can't just sit back and let him molest everyone."
Lamia looked down at the stallion, still rubbing his nose and wrists. "He doesn't look like he is doing any molesting to me. If he tries, we stop him, but otherwise we can't beat him up. Slaps now, then hooves, then horns?"
Other unicorns murmured, now more unsure once the prospect of a unicorn using ones horn against another was brought up. A few other voices chimed in, questioning and nervous. Worried about protecting their honor for the first time in what seemed like ages after having no time to think about anything other than protecting their very lives.
Jessa huffed and looked around, then down at the stallion. "Fine... fine. Maybe you're right, we got this far by looking out for each other, and can't stop now that we are being taken away to god knows where. But if he steps out of line, I'm going to kick him right in the balls!"
Rickie shifted uncomfortably at that statement, hands moving to cover his crotch, and blushing as he was acutely aware of several mares glancing down at the movement. "The Capital" he finally said.
"What?"
"The Capital. We are being taken to the dragon capital city. To the big auction houses," he said, looking up and trying only to meet eyes, ignoring the wall of breasts and pussy so temptingly close.
Jessa leaned down and stared at him, "You know something we don't?"
Rickie looked up defiantly, "I sure as hell do, and could have told you hours ago if you didn't stick me in a corner and hit me!"
With a suspicious expression Jessa leaned in closer, "Just who the hell are you anyway? What ARE you doing shoved in with MY mares?"
Rickie gulped a bit, feeling hot as he realized he might have just stepped in a large pile. He had never met any of these mares, not that he knew of. But not all had been put in the 'female sanctuary' experiment right away. Others certainly had been transferred in, and he had visited enough mares and slave pens in his work to be somewhat known. There couldn't be THAT many stallions who worked for the dragons. Traitors. He doubted his newfound ally would be so willing to defend him if she knew who he really was.
He thought fast and stammered, "I'm... I'm Bra... Bran... Brandon. Just stop hitting me, okay?" He hid his face, trying to hide his guilt while he thought up excuses. Was Brant the only stallion name he could think of? Dumb!
"Hey, it's all right, Brandon. She's not going to hit you, okay?" said Lamia. "What DO you know? The guards don't tell us anything. We see what goes on sometimes with other unicorns, can hear it. Why are a few dozen of us girls kept separated?"
Jessa broke in, "I told you, they respect me. They let me protect you all because I keep us out of trouble."
Rickie shook his head before he could stop himself, then looked up. "No. They are just saving you. Keeping you unmolested for dragons that want, uhm, fresh slaves."
The whole car was listening now, everything quiet except for the creaking and clacking of the train as it slowly made it's way closer to the capital, the destination many suspected but now knew, and dreaded. Lamia crouched down beside Rickie and put a hand on his shoulder, "You're just guessing, right? Dragon's don't tell us anything..."
Rickie suddenly paused as inspiration hit him. It wasn't entirely a lie either. "L... look. I really shouldn't be talking to you at all, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore." He took a deep breath, "You have all been kept separate from the rest of... us." He had almost said 'rest of you slaves' which would have raised some hackles, and fists. And hooves. "It's like I said, you are being kept fresh. Unbroken and unhurt for dragons that want to do the breaking themselves. Outside... it's different. They tell us EXACTLY what they are going to do to us. They show us.. they give... samples of, pain. They do things to us.. ok?"
This caused much more murmuring and worry as Jessa spoke up, "No, no. We are special, they are giving us special treatment."
Rickie gave a shrug, "Probably some of you will be, yeah. There are dragons who don't want cowering, broken slaves. I'm sure plenty of you will go to homes like that. I mean, you girls really have had it great compared to the rest of us. Probably will be better off in the future too but... but your not special."
Jessa snorted loudly at that. "Says you. I've heard enough. You just stay in your corner stall and don't come out and we won't have any problems. Stop looking at me too, I'd slap the shit out of any stallion who peeked in my bedroom and THIS is my bedroom now, stay in yours!"
Lamia watched Jessa leave, frowning a bit. "Poor girl. She has worked so hard to keep us safe, she really has. Is it really just some sick game?"
"No, not at all... they never would have set something like this up if she hadn't gotten their attention in the first place. She's just lucky she got their attention by trying to keep order when she separated out the mares and stallion in the first days. Dragons like obedient slaves, they encouraged that, and now here you are."
"How do you KNOW all this?" asked Lamia, watching the stallion curiously, and with a good deal of interest.
"I.. well" he said, rubbing at his neck, and then put on a pained expression. "My pen was next to a headquarters of sorts, they talked a lot and sometimes brought one of us in to... to... snack on. They like unicorn blood..." he said in a whisper.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry" she said, reaching out to gently stroke at the side of his neck.
"It.. I... I'd rather not talk about it," he said truthfully, as he didn't want to get tied up in too many lies, he knew from experience he was bad at it and would give himself away sooner or later. "But I heard things, some of them were about you. That's... that's all I know, really. I didn't have... I mean..."
A few other unicorns had settled down at the entrance to the small stall, and Rickie realized they were as interested in him as they were in his information. The rest seemed to respect his desire not to talk any more about his 'experiences', and were busy digesting what they already heard.
From what he could see of a few others, they were watching their, Mistress as well, not wanting to anger her by paying too much attention to a male which she clearly hated. If they truly had been kept separate from males all the time, they might be a bit... pent up? His ears perked at the thought, and bit his lip at how close Lamia was to him.
She seemed to notice his attention, and while she didn't pull away, she stopped inching closer.
Rickie glanced at the entrance to the stall, "Uhm, I don't want to do anything to make your, uh, girlfriend mad. I don't want hit again..." he said in a very low voice.
Lamia flushed, "She's not my girlfriend. Only a few of us in here like that sort of thing. The rest are, uhm, we have normal... interests." She looked shyly at him, "Would it be ok if I just... sat with you?"
Rickie nodded slowly, watching as she moved to snuggle in at his side with a satisfied sigh. The other mares settled down as well around the entrance, making themselves as comfortable as they could as the car settled down, silent conversations here and there as the light slowly dimmed. It must be getting close to sunset.
He shivered a bit at the closeness of the mare. His hands twitched, wanting to reach for her, feel her, take her. Fuck her. She was cute, as disheveled as she was. Not a beauty like Sabeth or some of the choice mares he had sampled in his time here. Just normal, average. Nothing really special about her at all, but so damn alluring all the same. It took him a moment to even notice his erection, it wasn't anything to hide in the dragon empire but here. He coughed and shifted and tried to cover it up before anyone noticed.
It was too late, the other mares watching him saw it as clearly as he felt it now, and knowing they were looking made it even worse. He groaned, trying to pull away from Lamia and curl up. "S... sorry..." he stammered, suddenly regaining his self consciousness. Remembering times in school where the same thing happened, when everyone laughed, when mares looked at him like he was dirt. Dirty. "Nrrrgh..." he said and tried to will it away, covering his face. He flinched at a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey... it's ok... don't be shy," said Lamia.
One of the other mares did giggle a little and Rickie flushed brightly, easily visible through his pure white fur even in the dimming light. Familiar shame and anger welled up and his hands balled into fists, wanting to strike, but fear stopped him. Fights always ended up with him losing. Being hurt. Brant. Sabeth. He gritted his teeth, fighting back feelings he thought he put behind him forever. He wasn't that unicorn anymore. That weak, pathetic, awkward, dumb colt. He was the assistant to a powerful dragon. He sent Brant to be eaten alive! He got his revenge!
Here with his green gem collar covered up, without a big red dragoness to enforce the law, he felt small and tiny again. Now the teasing would start, then the beatings, then he would be alone in the corner, all alone.
He stiffened as he heard another giggle, and then Lamia said, "Cut it out Mary, can't you see he's embarrassed? You know stallions can't always stop that sort of thing. Who knows what dragons do to them when that happens."
That made the giggling stop, and a few soft apologies replace the harsh sounds. Rickie groaned, rubbing at his head, then peeking out. She was defending him? For the second time.
"I think we both need this..." said Lamia, and moved back against the stallion, arms wrapping around him in a tight hug.
Rickie stiffened at the touch, and the felt his body slump into a puddle, shifting to get an arm around her as well, hugging her tight. His eyes squeezed shut tight and he gave a hiccuping sob and a sniffle, burrowing his head into the crook of the mare's neck and shoulder. "I.. I... ah..." he said, then just stopped and enjoyed the embrace. He didn't know why it felt so good. He held other mares before, held them down, fucked them, made them suck, do all kinds of things. This was nothing. He even fucked Sabeth! Watched her cry and beg and scream. That was way better than this, wasn't it?
"It's ok, shhhh..." said the soothing voice of the mare holding the trembling stallion.
Rickie sniffed a bit more, then settled into the embrace, suddenly, once more keenly aware of his erection, feeling fur other than his own pressed against it. He tried to shift his hips away but a hand stopped him.
"I don't mind.. it's ok.." said Lamia, stroking Rickie's mane with a hand. She wanted a big strong stallion to take her in his arms, carry her to safety. But this wasn't so bad. Just a wounded knight needing help is all he was. Like in the stories, being nursed back to help before saving the princess and her kingdom. She could just imagine this train going the other direction, saved by a brave stallion knight. It made her feel good, the fantasy of rescue, and the very real stallion holding her as she held him. Made her feel safe in a way hugging a mare never could. She didn't hate other girls, but missed this. Father, friends, boyfriends, all making her feel safe and protected in different but similar ways. Being in the protected pen was good in many ways, no dragons raping her, but she MISSED this. A lot. Besides, he was... nice. Not like other stallions. There was something comforting about his shyness. He felt safe.
Rickie settled down and let out a soft sigh, his arms hugging her tighter, worried as she shifted at his grip before realizing she was snuggling into him even more. Was she comforting him, or was he comforting her? Both? He didn't really care anymore, it just felt good. Better even than sleeping with Leshyet the few rare times that had been permitted. He was her assistant, not her slave, and slept in his own quarters except when 'playing' with his Mistress. Dragons were not exactly soft or covered in fur or mare scents either. He bit his lip and nuzzled at the mare, "Thank you.." he said softly, honestly.
Lamia murred back to him, "Feel better?"
Rickie nodded softly, hearing the clack clack of the train, the thumping of the wooden floor under him through the thin layer of straw. He sniffled again, blinking away a few remaining tears, confused how... relaxed he felt. He had cried before, in shame, from pain, but he didn't feel BAD this time. It felt, good. Like something huge had lifted off of him. He took a deep breath and sighed it out slowly. His hand squeezed soft fur, and he froze, noticing how close it was to her breast. He squirmed in confusion. He was an assistant slaver, grabbing a tit wasn't anything wrong. But he was pretending to be just another slave here. Just a normal stallion like before. Even reaching for a mare in his old life would have gotten him smacked, or worse.
Lamia shivered a bit at the touch. She wasn't interested in sex, not here, not now. Being naked with dozens of other equally revealed unicorns had shed her of a number of prudish instincts and her own shyness, but having sex in public was still a taboo she was not at all fond of seeing vanish as well. Maybe in another place she would have enjoyed being with this shy stallion. It was cute really, and he clearly had endured a lot of abuse from his halting speech, awkward movements. Reminded her of her first times, on dates, or in groups at parties on a couch or log at the beach. Maybe just a little more, cuddling.
Rickie inhaled a bit as he felt a hand on his, sure it was going to yank it away, but instead he felt her move it closer until his fingers brushed over her breast. He pressed and felt the small, warm mound under his fingers, ran them over the soft fur, felt her twitch under him. Encouraged, he felt for her nipple, surprised it was already a hard nub and worked it in a familiar way, fingers gripping, squeezing, twisting.
"Nrrrrgha-ow..." Lamia said with a grimace, the stallions clumsy fingers way too tight. "Ah, easy..."
Rickie bit his lip, flushing, fingers easing up to release the pinched flesh, then rubbed his fingers firmly over the nipple and areola.
Lamia hissed at the rough, abrasive feel of the rubbing and put her hand over his. He clearly had no idea what he was doing, maybe even his first time? "Not like that.. here.. let me show you..."
Rickie stiffened, a mix of embarrassment and wounded pride. "I know how to do it" he stammered, a bit insulted. He had fucked and screwed a bunch of mares, not to mention all the experience he had with Leshyet. He knew how to handle a female just fine! But he couldn't really tell her his experience with a dragoness, that would lead to very bad questions. He tried to show her, fingers closing around her breast, squeezing.
Lamia squirmed again, pulling his hand away as he gripped far too tight. It was a familiar sensation, every guy seemed to think that's how girls liked it, firm grips, treating their tits like squeeze toys. "It's okay. It's your, first time with a girl, isn't it? I don't mind..."
He squirmed again, a bit angry at the insinuation. It wasn't his first time, not by a long shot! He opened his muzzle to tell her all the things he did with girls. Fucking his mistress. Torturing her. Raping Sabeth and Faith and all the other mares he got his hands on. He closed it as it sunk in that she was right. This was his first time, in a way... cuddling with a mare. A willing mare. Even Leshyet wasn't really like this, she was willing but liked to pretend she wasn't. Again he flushed deep, he really didn't know what to do... he could make a dragoness happy, he could pleasure himself with a mare, but how did THEY like it? Very slowly he gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
Lamia relaxed as she felt the stallion stiffen and squirm. Guys could be so insecure about this sort of thing, and who knows what the dragons did to him. She pursed her lips, deciding she could make take things a LITTLE further than she normally would in public. She glanced at the other mares who were watching with a mixture of amusement and there own desire. A big girl pile wasn't anything she was interested in right now, but felt bad at hogging the only stallion. They certainly wanted a hug too, maybe later. Maybe. She turned her attention back to the stallion, "Light touches, Brandon... like this..."
He felt her move his fingers along the curve of one breast, gently stroking and he copied the motions, letting her guide him, feeling her resist his movements when he tried to go for her nipple again. He was hardly touching her, could she even feel this? It didn't feel right compared to firmly grabbing and massaging and rubbing, but he felt her body relax, heard her soft noises of pleasure and slowly calmed down, working gently like she wanted. In a way it felt familiar, a female telling him what to do, how to do it. Like Leshyet did. But gentle, not rough. Urging him to be careful, slow, not harder, faster. Speaking softly, not in orders or growls.
Lamia sighed softly, embarrassed at the heavy petting being done in sight of the others, but she had certainly seen as much at parties, just had never done it herself, being more private than some mares. She felt his fingers going for her nipple again, blushing as her other hand slid down the stallion's nose and she whispered, "Like this." Her finger slipped into his mouth, running over his tongue before withdrawing, reaching down...
Rickie mmmphef softly at the finger, giving it a questioning lick as it withdraw, then watched as it slid down his body, one wet finger giving the softest stroke along the underside of his shaft. He groaned, bucking a bit, panting, then meeting her gaze and nodding in understanding. He licked his own finger, and then gently, carefully, ran it over the mares nipple. Watched her moan and arch and squirm. Rubbed harder, saw her wince and licked again, working in gentle circles, amazed she responded to such soft touches. Leshyet didn't moan like that until he got out the clamps! Was this what it was like, back home? He... kind of... liked it.
The two unicorns cuddled and petted, explored and hugged, the others close by edging in to lay a hand on a leg or give a pet or quick nuzzle as the darkness grew, and a long day took it's toll, sleep claiming them all.
...
Rickie woke slowly, strange noises and shifting underneath him bringing him from a deep, pleasant sleep. A mare was cuddled up to him, a few others nearby and close and he sighed in contentment. They had all woken earlier in the night and he recalled whispered conversations in pleasure. They talked about their homes, their lives, Rickie recalling a few good memories, admitting that most were not. Lamia seemed to actually care about him, found him interesting. If he had met her back home, would they still have been close? Could she have been a girlfriend? He wasn't sure, wasn't sure if it even mattered. She was here now, and filled a hole he never even knew existed.
Suddenly he was jerked out of his thoughts, the whole world was moving, he was falling, panicking as everything was moving! He yelped and shouted with the rest of the mares as the train car lurched to a stop with a series of bangs and slams, coming up against a well and the mare slamming into him from behind.
Rickie grunted and groaned, slowly getting to his knees to help Lamia up to hers as well.
"What's happening?" she asked with worry in her voice.
"I think we're here," he said. "The Capital," he added, looking around, unable to see much at all through the slats. It sure was dark, and it should be daylight now. He wasn't sure how long the trip would take but Mistress Leshyet didn't seem to think it would be long.
"Just relax, we will find out soon enough" he said, looking about with some confidence. Leshyet would be here, and everything would be back to normal. She would protect him. He pushed himself to his hooves, trying to peer out through the slats.
Lamia looked up at the stallion, eyes filled with worry, but softening and calming at his clear lack of worry and fear. Others had noticed too and were turning to him with questioning gazes as clangs shouts and yells could be heard from other cars.
Jessa shushed at several mares, "Right, lets just take this like we would an inspection. Heads down, no eye contact, hands clasped behind your back and if a dragon gives an order you follow it, ok? Show them we are not going to be any trouble and everything will be fine."
Rickie seriously doubted that last part, but wisely for once said nothing. He looked down at Lamia and gave her a reassuring pat on the head, then looked up as the door opened wide, several dragons standing at the entrance peering in.
Dragons he had seen before, but it was the capital city he was most interested in. He tried to get a look outside, but everything was dark, only some kind of gas lighting was visible, and stone. Lots of stone and rock. He puzzled at the sight until it suddenly became clear, details snapping into place like a puzzle. They were in a cave, or tunnel. A huge one, which is why it looked so strange to him. It was dark because they were underground. Perhaps a way station on the way to the inner city? He knew the capital was built in a vast crater, formed by a large circular mountain range. There had to be tunnels to get in and out he supposed, better than going over.
"All right, let's get these girls into their holding pens" said one of the dragons, a burly male with clipboards hanging off a thick belt.
"Wait, is this the right car? What's that male doing there?"
Rickie stiffened, nervous for the first time as he realized Leshyet wasn't there. Where was she? Then another fear hit him. What if she took off the cover over his real collar and revealed the green gems. How would he explain that to Lamia? Now he feared that she WOULD show up, calling him her assistant, helper. Traitor. He shrunk back a bit, letting out a whimper, afraid for either scenario.
"You! Come here, slave!" ordered the clipboard wielding dragon.
Rickie gulped and stammered a "Yes Sir" as he squeezed his way out of the car and jumped down onto the hard stone. He couldn't help glancing up and down the line of train cars, seeing similar scenes in both directions as the unloading proceeded with varying degrees of order. Then well drilled instincts took hold and he crouched before the dragon, head down, horn pointed to the side, hands open and slightly behind him.
The stallion erked as he was yanked forward by his collar, the dragon poking at the hastily engraved information plate.
"Huh. He's not on the manifest. Damn lowlives at the camps can't keep anything straight, as usual. Scrawny little thing, probably a reject of some sort, thrown in here to get rid of him by a picky slaver. We should probably throw him with the rest of the scrap. You, boy, what's your place?"
Rickie froze at the command. His place? He couldn't admit that, not in front of Lamia. He wanted to, he wanted to tell this dragon he was a valued slave, to be given special treatment, and especially to avoid being thrown in with the scrap! He had no idea what that was, but it did not sound good, or safe. He couldn't lie to these dragons, he had to tell them the truth.
He blinked. The truth was he was just a common slave. That's how Leshyet got him away from Nijusata, removing his status as an office slave and putting him back under her authority as a general slave.
"I... I'm just a slave, Sir. I..." he paused, thinking, then continued, "I don't know why I was in that car." He said that last honestly, he really didn't know why she picked that car rather than with the rest of the slaves. He added helpfully, "I think my car was full?" Again, probably true, they were all pretty well packed. Leshyet must have had trouble finding space at the last second.
Another dragon perked up, "If it's a stray, we could keep him. No paperwork, nobody to claim him. Small, but still a unicorn... expensive breed."
The large dragon hmmmed thoughtfully as Rickie shrunk back from the predatory gazes leveled his way. He thought hard, going through all the rules and regulations he knew, trying to think of any that could keep him from being taken away by any of the dragons staring at him. Leshyet might never find him! He stammered, "Sirs.. I think..." he began and yelped as a hand smacked the side of his muzzle hard, sending him sprawling. A heavy kick to his side made him groan in pain, curling up and gasping before a foot planted itself on the side of his face and pushed his muzzle into the hard stone.
"Quiet, slave," was all the dragon said as he pinned Rickie to the ground. "We can throw him in one of the spare holding cages, make sure he's shackled and locked and can deal with him later. His attitude is as pathetic as his body, speaking out of turn like that. Now, get these females unloaded. We don't have all day."
Rickie groaned as the floor lifted and the dragon's tail swatted his back, "Move, even twitch and I'll beat you into unconsciousness. All right! You slaves in the front, step out, one at a time and form a line. Heads down, no speaking." He let out a growl as he looked over more paperwork, "Hands off these slaves, special treatment. No samples."
There were groans and complains from several dragons before the foreman scowled. "You can have your fun with the next car, now get them chained and to their holding pen."
Rickie shivered, staying still as he lay on the stone floor. He could only see ankles and tails as he watched hooves clop past him. He kept still as ordered, but burned in shame, knowing they all saw him laying there helplessly. Was one of them Lamia? He let out a soft whine at that. Jessa? That made him burn hotter, remembering how she humiliated him. She should be the one lying here, with his hoof in her back. He would get his revenge, surely.
More hoofsteps went by before he acked and choked as he was yanked off the ground by his collar, swung around and was face to face with an angry dragon. His dragon! Leshyet!
"There you are, you little bastard!" growled Leshyet as she held the small runt well off his hooves.
"What do you think you are doing, uhm, Maam?" said the foreman, getting a look at Leshyt's insignia. The dragons demeanor went from angry to simply annoyed as he tapped a foot. "Is this your stray?"
Rickie coughed and sputtered but didn't struggle as he was lowered back to his hooves, taking a deep breath and dropping to his knees as he was released.
"Yes, this is the last of my group. I was going to be a VERY unhappy dragon if I came in with an incorrect count. He was a last minute addition, had to throw him in here to get him to the capital on time. I've got to personally drag him along with me to catch up with the rest now."
Rickie yelped again as a red tail smacked his ass. He knew the way dragons talked about slaves, the way others would talk about a stuck axle on a cart, a leaky roof, or a squeaky door. An object of annoyance to be kicked or slammed in frustration.
The foreman hrmped and shuffled through papers, "Fine. Sign here, I need a record that you took him, even if there is nothing showing his arrival."
Leshyet harumphed but scribbled on the offered paper, then snapped a leash to the exposed D-ring of Rickie's hidden collar and tugged him to his hooves. She gave him a quick inspection, a finger poking the small unicorn right in his sheath. "Those girls give you any trouble, slave?" she said with a smirk.
"Ahhh... ow... just a few... Ma'am," he said, squirming as the pointed tip of her talon pressed painfully against sensitive bits. He looked around, seeing several mares watching him, and further down the line, Lamia, looking scared and worried and a little confused. He gulped and looked away, knowing she would be okay for the moment, but the bigger danger was her seeing something he couldn't explain.
Leshyet chuckled at Rickie's responce, eyes flicking over the row of mares walking past, then followed his gaze to spot one in particular looking back. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You like that one? Perhaps we can bring her to the office for some, extra training. This special project is just an afterthought you know, an trial investment by a curious dragon. They won't care if one gets roughed up."
Rickie shivered in pleasure at the thought of having Lamia with him, but shuddered at how she would react if she saw him at work, and how Leshyet would treat her. "No.. please.." he whined. He added in an almost silent whisper as he saw Jessa being led out and spotting him, "Please.. please Mistress... take me away and.. and... beat me. Treat me like.. like.. a low slave." He needed her to see him be treated like the rest of them, couldn't let her suspect he was different.
Her head cocked, Leshyet hmmmed at the odd behavior of her slave, seemingly confused at his change of attitude.
Rickie bit his lip, hoping Leshyet would understand. He could see her confusion, he always loved to show off his status, never wanted to hide it before. He could see she was unsure of his motivation here, but she made it very clear that she was willing to do him a favor as she smacked him hard in the muzzle. "Ow!"
Leshyet grabbed Rickie by his mane, yanking him forward and onto his knees, dragging him forward. "Come on, bitch. You think getting to ride in a cart full of mares makes you special? Time to put you back with the rest of the worthless slaves."
Rickie unnghed and owed as his knees scraped rock, his ass burned at a series of tailslaps and he groaned when one brushed his balls, making his stomach tighten in pain. He crawled and stumbled forward as he was dragged off, head craning back to see all the mares watching, then looking forward and once they were out of sight, smiling. "Thank you Mistress..." he said, and the glmmmphfed as a gag was shoved deep into his muzzle, strapped in place and rough claws clamped down over a nipple and pinched! "Mggggrrrrrrrmph!"
"Yes, my worthless little runt. You thought you could hide from me in that car full of mares? Nice try, hiding among all those females, you did blend in quite well though, perhaps I should make you a mare?" said a leering Leshyet, her back arched, tail swishing as she spoke in a familiar, exaggerated and overacting tone.
Oh shit, he thought. She thinks he wants to play! He knew nothing turned his Mistress on more than when she could pretend a lowly slave had captured her and was forcing her to do all kinds of humiliating things. The more worthless, small, weak or helpless he was, the hotter it made her. Often she liked to degrade him before he got the upper hand and turned the tables on her, but they were in public. There would be none of that until she got him in private, alone, and that could be all day!
Rickie squirmed and yelped as claws and fingers probed, pinched and squeezed tender places on his furry white body. Leshyet liked to play rough, and he knew he was in for it now. His first day in the capital was turning out to be very different than he had always imagined. As he stumbled and was pulled along he blinked at a bright light ahead. His first glimpse of the city! He strained to see, eager to explore his new home.
"Oh, trying to run off are we? None of that!"
Rickie yelped through the gag as he was lifted off his feet and simply thrown over Leshyet's shoulder, tail thrashing as she gave his ass a regular, steady series of swats as he was carried out into the sunlight and streets of the capital.
Rickie's eyes grew wide at all he saw, buildings made of cut stone and glass, metal and iron and gold and silver and jewels everywhere. Riches beyond imagining. So many dragons. So many shapes, sizes, colors, outfits. Slaves too, furries of all kinds and breeds. Most on leashes, some out running chores.
Above, drakes soared on enormous wings, and the walls of the crater, sheer and straight and full of caves and ledges with countless dragons inside. Did Leshyet live there? Or in one of the fancy stone and wood houses? Where would he work? Someplace grand?
Rickie stared with amazement, it was everything he had dreamed, and more!
Leshyet grumped as she twisted her head back, watching him gaze and stare in wonder. "Your supposed to be whimpering and squirming," she grumbled, and seeing that he was unable to perform on his own, reached up with a clawed hand, grasped his balls, and helped.
"Nrrrrrrrrargmpf-oooooowf!"