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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 89 - Dragon Masquerade

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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Dana stood, hooves slightly apart, hands clasped behind her back, eyes downcast. Today Tamira was at her left, and Telly was on her right as she stood in line for inspection. She could clearly see the blue dragon out of the corner of her eye as he walked down the line, poking and prodding. Eeps and ows and whimpers could be heard as rough hands groped and explored.

Just another day as a dragon's slave, she thought to herself. She risked a quick glance to her left, but Tamira was staring intently at the floor. Master Rahmor had done something to Tamira a few nights before. She wasn't sure what, but it had affected the unicorn in subtle ways. Only a close friend would have noticed, but it was there. It made her shiver, wondering what could have happened. When being raped on a daily basis was normal, just what could he have done to her to have shaken her up so badly?

Then it was her turn and she ulped as a hand grabbed her chin, lifting her head to examine. Hands groped her breasts, fingers tweaking her nipples until they hardened. She unfed as a hand smacked her ass, dragon eyes regarding it.

This got a reaction out of Tamira, her body stiffening slightly, head tilting in her direction. Rahmor clearly noticed as well, snapping a leash onto Dana's collar and yanking her out of line.

"All right, you will do. I'll expect you on your best behavior," said the blue dragon, then pausing to smirk, "But I always do, don't I. Extra special today. You will attend today's party."

Dana gulped nervously. A party? She remembered the last one. It wasn't pleasant, so many dragons, never knowing who might touch her or worse, terrified of making a mistake and attracting Masters wrath. Tamira seemed to have realized her mistake and was back to staring down, only a slight tremble in her muscles showing her tension. Dana wanted to tell her not to worry, not to be upset. It was likely Rahmor would have picked her anyway. She did seem to be one of his favorites. Not for the first time did she find herself in the odd situation of wishing she wasn't as pretty. But only for a moment, as being pretty was part of being a unicorn. Dragons had their strength and fighting, and unicorns had grace and charm and purity and all that was good. Sadly, all that superiority did little when one was collared and enslaved. It just wasn't right!

Dana erked again as the leash tugged her along, and she glanced up questioningly at her Master, who was well dressed today. Not just expensive, but even tasteful this time. Fine leathers instead of the rough, but strong kilts and jackets he normally wore.

Rahmor tugged again, catching the look at him and gave a hrmph. "No need for you to get all dressed up if that's what you were wondering."

It wasn't at all what she was wondering, but decided against correcting him. Sometimes he could be downright chatty and open to questions and conversation, other times opening one's muzzle just got it smacked, or worse, filled.

She followed on the leash, hooves clopping on the hard stone. It was lucky for her she was a unicorn, this stone must be torture for a horse, wouldn't have the extra toughness her species was gifted with. She didn't understand how dragons managed in their bare feet. Didn't it hurt their skin? Her thoughts wandered as she walked down now familiar corridors, relaxing as she saw they didn't take the turn that led down to his drake. She did NOT like flying on that beast. How Chakal managed to live with that thing was beyond her, but she wondered how the poor girl was doing. Was Meghan ok? Separated from the rest of the herd must be hard on both of them.

Then it was through the security guarding the entrance to Master's lair. She knew it was there both to keep slaves in, and other dragons out. She didn't fully understand how it worked, but there was some sort of ritual kidnapping or stealing of slaves that sometimes went on. All she knew was outside the lair she was to stay by Master's side, and in that case she was glad to be close. He was a mean, rough bastard.. even cruel, but he wasn't going to pull her teeth and blind her, or eat her. She shuddered, knowing any of the others might.

Soon she was in unfamiliar territory, getting jerked around by her leash as her head turned this way and that as she spotted dangerous looking dragons, and slaves of all kinds. More traffic showed up and she cringed at the sight of several dragons that gave her greedy looking stares. Unicorns were not as rare as they were before the dragons raided several villages and mass-kidnapped all the useful mares and stallions, but they were still not a common sight.

The cave passage widened further and she openly gawked at the sheer scale of things. Who had carved these? Not dragons, they moved into them ages past. Modified them to suit their purposes. Back in the golden days perhaps. After whatever disaster caused the crater in the first place, the giant hole the dragons now called their capital.

Blackness suddenly overcame the distracted mare and she scrabbled at something that had been pulled down over her head until a smack across her nose quieted her down to a whimper.

"If you can't stop staring around and looking like a fool, you can wear blinders for the rest of the trip" said her Master in a stern tone.

Blushing she nodded, "Yes Master. I'm sorry Master." It was hard to keep her footing now, but she could see a bit under the blindfold, enough to watch where she put her hooves, but not enough to see anything. It made the trip even worse! Others were staring at her, she just knew it.

The rest of the trip was a literal blur. She was riding on something at one point, a cart or train she wasn't sure. But soon enough she heard music and laughing before bright light blinded her and she blinked until her vision cleared.

Fancy was the first word that came to her mind. Then confusing. She was in a large, large room. Crystal lights hung from the ceiling, large and ornate, gold and silver that threw glittering light everywhere. The walls were bare stone, but carved into shapes and scenes. Tables full of food and drink lined one end, the rest filled with low couched and piles of pillows.

Dragons. Slaves. Of all kinds. Dressed in ways that made no sense at first, then her eyes focused and she could make out individual costumes. A costume party? She glanced around at all the color and shapes. There was a dragon dressed all in rags. Another was waving some kind of wooden rod around, painted to look like some kind of magical staff. A dragon was strutting around with a crown, poking other dragons and acting even MORE haughty than they normally did. Even the slaves were dressed up. She saw a dog dressed as a... cat? A doe with a hunter's outfit on. One dragon dressed as a bug being chased by two dragons with swords, and a slave?

"Come, slave," ordered Rahmor as he tugged at Dana's leash and took her into an adjoining room. There were racks and racks of clothes, outfits and props here and he wondered which had been selected for him this year. He motioned for the attendant slave and frowned as he saw hesitation. "Come now, boy. I'm Rahmor, fetch my set. I didn't come all this way to stand around."

"Ye... yes Sir!" said a nervous muskrat, who quickly gathered a pair of boxes and brought them to the dragon.

Rahmor peered into them and gave a snort. "Is this some kind of a joke?" He pointed at the boxes, one containing a dragon costume, and one containing a unicorn. "I'm already a dragon, and as you can see, I brought a damn unicorn with me."

He slashed his tail in the air. Being dressed as a different dragon clan was common enough, but there was a tail and wings in that box. Clearly he couldn't wear that.

"Uhmm.. err.. Sir... that... that's HER costume" said the slave attendant.

Rahmor's frown deepened, giving Dana a quick glance as she shuffled nervously to still her. He peered further into the box. A unicorn costume for him, with a collar? A slave unicorn? He snorted, loudly. "This, is a mistake. My name is Rahmor, you obviously gave me the wrong outfits."

The furry slave cringed, and pointed with a shaky finger at the side of one box.

Rahmor craned his neck to peer at it. It did indeed say Rahmor, and from the official costumers. It had been chosen for him, officially. He snorted again, someone's idea of a joke, but this wasn't just some dragon's party. It was official. It was planned. It was so ordered, and he as a dragon, had little choice now. But he didn't have to like it! "Fine," he said, grabbing a box and shoving it at his slave, taking the other and leading her off to the side. "Put it on."

Dana peered into the box, biting her lip. There were green wings and a tail, a small wooden sword, and a leash? She glanced at her Master who was striping down unhappily, and began to puzzle out the costume. It didn't take her long, the wings has straps that went over her arms like so, the tail just strapped on like a belt. The sword had a loop, she hmmed until she decided it had to hang on the belt, so she unhooked the belt to slide the loop into it and refastened it. She looked up to her Master for his approval and very nearly laughed out loud.

Dana coughed and sputtered, covering her mouth to hide the grin at the sight of the blue dragon. She looked down, averting her eyes and stifled another giggle. He was wearing little golden hooves on his toes. Further up she saw the flowing locks of some kind of fake unicorn hair acting as a tail. He was wearing white underpants, and attached to the front was a horse cock sewn from some kind of pink fabric and stuffed. The best, or worst of it was the wig. Huge and curling locks covered the dragon's head and shoulders, even managing to hide his horns in the mass of yellow curls.

Her laughter evaporated at the frowning, unhappy look her Master was giving her, and she gulped as she spotted the fake collar around his neck. Her hands trembled and tightened on the leash she was holding. "Ah.. Master... what... I..." she stammered.

Rahmor growled and pointed at his collar, "Just put the damn thing on."

Dana bit her lip and fumbled with the leash, then yelped and stepped back as a large green dragon walked up beside them and slapped her Master's muzzle with the back of his hand. She stared, wide eyed as Rahmor snarled, then paused as the other dragon spoke.

"Is that any way to talk to your Mistress, SLAVE? Get down and make it easy for her to reach too," said the green dragon, carrying a wooden sword and shield and an ornate kilt with a matching sash. The green dragon put a hand on Rahmor's shoulder and pushed.

Dana quivered, expecting to see the two come to blows. Instead, Rahmor huffed and slowly sank down, his eyes full of anger, but not lashing out.

"Sorry, Mistress. Please put on the leash," grumbled Rahmor, tailtip flicking back and forth in irritation.

Dana moved closer, not sure how she was supposed to act, but did as she was told, fumbling with the leash until it clicked around Rahmor's collar. It was not metal she saw, but wood, painted to resemble a collar, matching his cuffs.

"Haskiel at your service, Miss," said the green dragon, smiling at Dana. "I'm a gladiator, perhaps you would like to hire me to fight for your honor in the ring?"

"Ahh.. um... err... I... mmm.. maybe later?" said Dana, doing her best not to clop her hooves on the floor in nervousness.

"Perhaps later indeed!" said Haskiel, and patted Rahmor on the head. "Good pony!"

Dana watched the dragon leave, then shrunk away from Rahmor, sure she was about to be beaten. But the dragon simply asked, "May I stand?"

"Uh... yes? M... Master.. what is.. why are you, I mean?"

Rahmor shook his head, "It's slave, at least until the night is over." He grumbled, getting back to his feet and scowling at the back of the green dragon. "This is a costume party, we act the parts."

"I don't understand... s.. su.. sl... uhm... Ra.. Rahmor?"

Rahmor gave a smile at that, nodding his acceptance of his first name. "It's a costume party. We pretend. Like.. like a play. But without a script. You pretend to be who you are dressed as, and treat others as such. Within limits of course... Mistress."

"Oh.. I see... I guess? Do you.. like to do this?"

"Of course, although we usually are not given costumes that are lower than our station. Similar, or higher is the norm. This was done as a joke, and not often to one of my stature."

Rahmor paused there, grimacing. Former stature. He was to act a slave now. How humiliating. He sighed, "Since you are unfamiliar with the concept, may I explain?"

Dana nodded, not wanting to speak. She had the sinking feeling that every "Mistress" and "slave" said tonight was going to come back to haunt her tomorrow.

"It's a chance to be someone else. It can be fun to do that once in awhile. That is what tonight is for, pretending. Then the orgy."

Dana gulped again. Of course there would be sex at the end of it.

"Now, you are a dragon tonight. You will be expected to act like one. But don't get carried away, you are still going to be a slave tomorrow. This is just pretend as you said. You will be expected to act your part, to become who you have been costumed as. A dragoness, with her unicorn slave. Dragons take this very seriously, and will not react well if you act out of character. Do you understand?"

"I... I think so..." she said, unsure.

Rahmor sighed as he rubbed at the wooden collar about his neck, eyeing the leash leading to Dana's nervously fidgeting hand. Out in the main room he could see other looking at him, looking down at him, smirking. Dismissing him. Already treating him as a slave. He could feel it, that attention pushing at him, reinforcing the costume. He didn't like it, not one bit. It wasn't at all like the other times when he got to play at another role, this one didn't fit him. Not even a little. It didn't have any less power over him, and he felt smaller, less sure of himself.

"Let's get some food and drink, Mistress," he said, indicating the main room. He might as well sample the food, and get a little drunk as long as he was here. Maybe a lot drunk.

"Uh, OK Rahmor" said Dana as she began to move back out into the main room, looking about nervously, cringing now and then as a real dragon got to close and gave her a leer or toothy grin. She jumped as she heard a smack, and turned to see Rahmor at the receiving end of a smack to his ass from a swishing dragoness tail. The dragoness smirked and went on her way, leaving Rahmor rubbing his butt.

She only made it a few more steps before another dragon grabbed at Rahmor, almost causing her to drop the leash as he was pulled to a stop by a white striped dragoness.

"Oh, what a pretty pony. I'd just love to take him for a ride," said the dragoness, all dressed up in a multitude of colored strips of cloth, her hands roaming all over Rahmor's chest and back, even giving a wing a lick.

Dana had no idea what to make of the costume, but saw the expression on Rahmor face clearly enough.

Rahmor frowned again, the expression becoming a permanent fixture on his muzzle and said in a carefully controlled tone, "My Mistress needs a drink, and I should be getting her one, sorry Miss."

The dragoness hrmpfed a bit, but brightened as she saw another dragon clothed in a similar style and made her way to him with a saving hand.

Dana almost lost the leash again as Rahmor slipped ahead of her, still trying to get to the bar. She hurried to follow, and even though she was holding the leash and he was collared, it felt very familiar to be following behind the blue dragon again.

This time it was another male that put himself in Rahmor's way and she nearly ran into him as he was brought to a sudden halt.

The fancy dressed dragon pursed his lips and looked Rahmor up and down, "What a beefy looking stallion. How much for him?" He grabbed the stuffed cock and gave it a squeeze and tug, causing Rahmor's skimpy bottom to pull far enough away from his groin to expose his slit. The dragon smirked as he took a peek, then held out a pouch to Dana, jiggling the wooden coins within with a much less impressive wooden clacking sound.

Dana gulped, "Err uhm he's not really for sale."

Rahmor huffed as yet again hands roamed over him, gritting his teeth as his muzzle was moved back and forth for inspection. The inspection was a familiar one, just not from this side of things. The sensation pushing at him once more, making him want to submit to it. All the looks, the touches, they all said he was a slave, and it made him want to conform. If he had been in a normal costume, he would have slipped into the new role already. Even resisting, fighting it was not working to completely eliminate the unwanted sensations. He needed that drink.

The male turned to look at the much smaller 'dragoness' and smirked. "Is that so? I'm quite wealthy, certainly more than you. What are you anyway, an exotic dancer? Must be, with those clothes, or lack of them."

Rahmor regretted not dressing his slave now, but clothes for his slaves were never an issue before, and he couldn't have known what he was in for tonight. Still, was it too late? If she was meant to wear more, it should have been in the box.

"Ahhhh I guess? But I don't want to sell him," she said shifting from hoof to hoof nervously.

The dragon turned to face Dana fully reaching down to casually lift and fondle a firm breast. "Maybe I'll just buy the both of you, what club owns your contract?" He smirked and grinned, licking his lips. "I'd happily fuck you both."

Rahmor coughed and broke in, "Sir... she's, ah, self employed. Private dances, by appointment only." He straightened a bit, a good slave takes care of his Mistress, and keeping this dragon's paws off her was what he should be doing! "Miss? Should I prepare to fight for your honor against him or his champion?"

The other dragon now took on the frown that had become a fixture on Rahmor's face. He looked the blue dragon up and down once more, clearly not liking his chances. His hand moved away and he shrugged, "Fine, not for sale, whatever. I'll find several slaves more to my liking for the fun tonight."

Rahmor watched him go, then turned to Dana, watching as she rubbed her breast and winced. "A dragoness needs to stand up for herself, if she expects to not be groped and bothered by every dragon she sees." He coughed again, trying not to directly give her instructions. It wouldn't be right, and if he, and his slave were to get through the night unmolested she had to start acting the part.

"Ahhhh um well I will try, Mas.. Rahmor." she said, biting her lip.

Rahmor sighed. "Furries are so strange, Mistress. A dragon does what he should, is happy to accept their fate, their place. Why do you think we throw ourselves into the jaws of those fucking bugs year after year?"

"Mmmm... uh.. you like to fight?" answered Dana carefully.

Rahmor shook his head. "No. We do enjoy fighting, but we don't enjoy being eaten alive, or crippled, or having our brains sucked out through our noses. We fight because it's what is needed, it's what is required to serve dragon kind, the Empire, and even furries. In that order. If you are a slave you submit. If you are a Mistress, you tell other dragons to keep their hands off you and your property."

Dana nodded, "I'll try."

Rahmor shook his head. There was something wrong with all of them. They had a... a crystal deep inside their soul. Something hard and unyielding, a vision of what they wanted to be. No matter what their real situation they always kept that as their core, never letting themselves be molded to what was needed. Selfish. Stubborn. They needed a dragon to find that gem, and crush it. Free them to accept their place. He wanted to be back at his lair, helping them. So many were close, but others needed much work.

Dana quivered a bit watching her Master's expression as he looked at her. It made her knees tremble, seeing that look once more on his face. It had always proceeded new lessons or punishments, making her feel helpless and afraid. Then it was gone, and he blinked down at her.

"May I fetch you a drink, Mistress?"

Happy to be free of that gaze, Dana nodded! "Yes, lets! I mean... Do that slave."

Rahmor finally made it to the bar, thumping against it with a sigh. "A large pumpkin-nog for my Mistress's, make it Spidey. And... three for me."

"How about one for each of you and more if you are still standing?" asked the dragoness bartender, eyeing the pairs outfit and laughing softly.

Rahmor hrmphed but didn't argue, taking both large mugs and indicating a corner of the room.

"T-this way, stallion..." said Dana as she lead him in the direction indicated. Following his gaze, she took him to a set of unoccupied pillows. Others already had groups of dragons and slaves in various stages of relaxing or play.

Rahmor thumped down into a set of pillows, and took a giant swig from one of the dragon sized mugs and handed the other to Dana. He ahhhhed as the taste and warmth of the fermented beverage hit him. "Drink..." he suggested with a look and tone that wasn't suggesting. It didn't bother him all too much, his Mistress needed to relax too after all!

Never much of a drinker, Dana sniffed and then took a sip, nose wrinkled. She blinked in surprise at the taste, then took another, longer sip. "It's good..." she finally managed, and carefully settled down next to the large blue, still trying to hide behind him.

Rahmor nodded, "Only made this time of year. Rather tasty, Miss. I thought you might like it." He took another large gulp, enjoying the taste, and the slight buzz already hitting him.

Dana continued to drink as well. Other than water, and... stuff she drank when Master claimed her muzzle, she didn't have much in the way of good food as his slave. She relished the unusual but tingly taste of the stuff and continued to sip and lick her lips.

The dragon and unicorn, or unicorn and dragon drank and watched the party, fending off occasional dragons, sometimes a dressed up slave, and going through several more mugs. Rahmor drank the most, 'helping' Dana with hers as they slowly relaxed more and more.

Rahmor grumbled still, poking at the fake horse cock hanging from his crotch. Perhaps the orgy wouldn't be so bad. Dana could find a nice dragoness the three of them could have fun with, there were a number dressed as lower classes that with a little guidance, she could convince to take to bed. He hiccuped a bit and said, "Mistress, would you like to practice your dragon dominance?"

Dana blinked a bit, eyeing the dragon unsteadily. "Sur" she said with a little giggle. Her head felt a bit fuzzy and things seemed brighter and louder, and she got to her hooves only a little unsteadily.

Rahmor nodded, "Ok.. I was rude to you earlier, you should tell me to behave."

"OK! Behave!" said Dana with half-serious look.

Rahmor shook his head, "Dragons don't ask, they tell. Tell me."

Dana put her hands on her hips, "Behave?"

Rahmor humphed, "That's still asking. Dragons...they.. uhm... they yell. They growl. They roar!"

Dana considered this, she was supposed to be a dragon. A big, scary one. She stood up straight, lifted her hands in claws over her head and leg out a loud rawr down at the unicorn!

Rahmor sat still, blinking expressionlessly.

Dana rawred a little more, hands drooping as a slight hint of worry crept across her brow as she watched the lack of a reaction, but not too much worry, the alcohol in her system keeping her pleasantly buzzed.

Rahmor stayed still for several more seconds, and then opened his jaws wide and let out a guffaw, slamming his fist into the pillow. "Ah..ha..hahahah!". He snorted as Dana let out a giggle too, her form visibly relaxing and it made him laugh even harder. Oh, what a pathetic dragon she made. Nobody would take THAT seriously. Such a dumb dragon. He snickered some more, and something in the back of his head nagged at him. Something about dumb dragons? Something important?

The large blue got to his feet, only a little unsteady as well. "Hmmmm..." he said as he regarded her.

"W-what...?" asked Dana nervously.

Rahmor said, "I honestly am not sure. I think.... hurrrrk!" His voice was cut off as a green arm wrapped around his neck, getting him in a painfully chokehold. A matching green head rested on his shoulder as Haskiel gave Rahmor's cheek a lick. "Hello again, pony.". Rahmor coughed and squirmed, but didn't fight off the attacker, looking down at Dana instead, hoping her performance this time would be better.

"H-hey.. let go of him..." she stammered.

The green just growled down at her, "Quiet, bitch. I'm a renowned gladiator, and you're just a whore."

Rahmor fumed at the tone, and the words. A dragon that pleasured others was just as valuable as a dragon that fought in a ring. The insult was meant for furry ears however, not a dragon he realized. He watched in dismay as Dana shrank back, stammering.

"That's better. I bet I could take you now, you drunken pony, if your Mistress demanded you defend her honor. Then she would be mine, wouldn't she?" said Haskiel as he tightened his grip on Rahmor's throat.

Rahmor coughed again, then stiffened in alarm. An official challenge could indeed do that, masquerade or not. He tried to catch Dana's attention, shaking his head no but the arm yanked his head up and made him thrash about in pain.

Dana looked up may Rahmor, unsure but slowly shaking her head. "No.. p-please don't fight..." she said, swaying back and forth and rubbing her head, the potent drink finally hitting her like the proverbial sack of bricks. "Ooooh... uuuh..."

Haskiel smirked and nodded. "Good girl. I'm going to have fun with both of you tonight. But especially this little pony," he said, a hand sliding between Rahmor's legs.

Rahmor squirmed and curled his hands into fists as he felt a hand cupping his balls, fingers playing with them through the thin fabric of his thong. He hissed in discomfort at the rough handling, fighting the new wave of submission that threatened to dull his senses and strength further.

"Mmmm yes... good boy. Oh, and Lara sends her regards" he said and gave Rahmor a painfully nip at the side of his neck.

Rahmor's discomfort turned to full blown alarm, and then anger at the name. "She did this!" he blurted out. That bitch! She arranged these costumes. He growled, "Where is she..."

Haskiel jerked on Rahmor's neck again, cutting off his words and breath. "Not here. Not after what you did to her. She still trembles when your name is used, you really fucked her up you little shit."

"You her lover then?" Rahmor managed to croak out, smirking a bit as he recalled having the orange dragoness bent over his desk before coughing again at a further squeeze to his neck.

Dana watched silently, confused as the two dragons.. no... a dragon and a stallion. Her stallion? Or was she his? Dana rubbed her head, eyes seeing double for a moment as she swayed back and forth, hoping he would be ok. Dragons were bad, and this one was hurting her stallion!

"I'm her mentor. I thought you had spies everywhere and knew everything. Guess not. She has friends, and some of them yes, did arrange your little outfit. It's almost time, and I'm going to fuck your ass and rip it good. Don't worry, your wing is on break for the moment. You will heal up enough to ride by the time you are called. You will still fight, you just won't shit without crying for a month."

Rahmor jerked as that hand between his legs reached further and jabbed between his cheeks with a taloned, the poke not quite hitting home but landing painfully nonetheless. He glared at Dana, what was she waiting for?

"Oh, she's not going to help you. In fact I'm going to fuck her too, your little favorite pet is going to suffer as much as you will. Maybe more, she can heal if I tear her all up, won't she?" He let go of Rahmor and quickly stepped around to grab Dana by her nose and mouth, "Your slave hurt my dragoness, and he is going to pay, and so are you, after your pet gets his due. I think I'll fuck his cute little mouth too... if you beg nice, I'll fuck it before I rape his ass."

Dana let out a mmmmph as her muzzle was grabbed, tears welling up from fear.

"But maybe I'll go easy on the both of you. I'm going to fuck you two no matter what, but if you release Lara from her obligation to visit you again, well, we will see. I'll ask after I've given you both a few good hard bangs. I'm sure you will be quite eager to beg, both of you."

Rahmor let out a snarl, angry now. He was going to get truly fucked, and that dragoness wasn't doing anything to stop it. Stupid Dana, not fighting back, not even trying. Useless dragoness! Weak!

Pathetic.

Pathetic?

No.

Submissive.

Drunk or not, the idea finally clicked. She wasn't weak, dumb or stupid or even pathetic. She was submissive. Why would a dragon be submissive? Because that was their place. And where would a submissive dragon's place be?

Rahmor growled, stepping forward and grabbing the green dragon by the arm, fingers digging into a pressure point for force him to release Dana's nose. "Get your hands off MY dragon!"

Haskiel snarled in pain, whirling around. "You can't touch me, slave!"

Rahmor glanced about. Others had been watching the show with amusement, but his attack and statement drew frowns and. ore attention. It wasn't how a slave acted, and the looks grew disapproving. Ignoring them, he made a sudden move, almost a blur as his hand shot down between Haskiel's legs, past them to grab at his tail.

"Whaaaa... nrrrgh!" he cried out, his tail yanked forward through his legs and then up! He staggered, off balance, hips forced to thrust forward awkwardly as his arms pinwheeled for balance.

"You dare call a Legion commander a slave, recruit?" growled Rahmor. He was no slave. He was a commander of the Unicorn Legion. Where were dragons submissive? Wrong question. When? Before the Retreat, before the insects. Back when furrys outnumbered the dragons a hundred to one. When dragon's only freedom was their impregnable mountain home, where they served in great numbers as soldiers and fighters for the furry kingdoms. When furries dominated dragons, and dragons accepted it.

Rahmor straightened up, yanking harder on Haskiel's tail.

Haskiel helped as he found himself falling backwards, landing on the base of his tail and as with an ooofh! The breath left him as a foot planted on his chest, the ball of a blue foot slamming hard into his stomach.

"You must be a recruit, no medals, no rank. Straight from the dragon capital, hmm?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? Your a slave! You have a collar!" wheezed Haskiel.

Rahmor reached up to scratch at his collar, drawing a figure into the wood. "Are you blind, recruit? Collars aren't made of wood. It's neck armor. You don't recognize the symbol of the Unicorn Legion?"

Haskiel growled, trying to push the foot off him. "You have cuffs!"

"Bracers."

"A leash!"

Rahmor grabbed the leash where it connected to the collar and yanked, wood splintering as the d-ring was pulled out. He gave it another quick yank to jerk it from Dana's slack fingers.

"A whip" he said, and snapped it to smack Haskiel across his muzzle.

"Ow!"

"I'm a fucking Unicorn prince, and you are BOTH under my command. Dana! Get over here and stand at attention, show this recruit how a real dragon behaves when given an order by a superior."

"Superior? OOorrrfh!" said the green dragon as Rahmor's heel pressed down into his stomach.

Dana swayed but wasn't drunk enough to ignore an order from her Master. "Yesh Mashter..." she mumbled and clopped to Rahmor's side, sinking to her knees as the world spun about. She grabbed a hold of a leg to steady herself and looked up at the... unicorn? Stallion? Her eyes moved back to the dragon under him. Her stallion? Her protector? He saved her from the bad dragon. She nuzzled at his thigh, and stared wide eyed at the huge, pink horse cock. "Oooh... she said again, and nuzzled that instead.

Rahmor glanced about, seeing grins now, and a few claps of approval from the crowd. They accepted his, adjustment of his costume. He was still a unicorn, but one from the past. And he just made that green dragon his new recruit, and his bitch. He patted Dana on the head absentmindedly, enjoying the happy sigh it elicited.

Leaning down, Rahmor growled, "You know what we do to new recruits who don't know their place? You know what kind of initiation rites we put you through?"

Haskiel uuuuhed as he looked around, seeing the remaining crowd watching, with approval. "Huh... I... wait.. you can't... but.. what... what do they do?"

Rahmor grinned and made a decent attempt at a whinny and laughed, "Why, whatever the fuck we want. Maybe I should see how your ass likes a good raping, and your, what was it, pretty little muzzle?"

Squirming under the dragon, Haskiel panicked, feeling an unpleasant sensation coming over him, the feeling of a rival getting the upper hand. The feeling of one's position slipping, sinking.

Rahmor leaned in even closer, speaking softly, "I'm going to take my time fucking your girlfriend, and NO amount of begging is going to save her. I'm going to break that bitch, and you can tell her that."

He straightened and looked about, the crowd was thinning, dragons beginning to pair off with slaves in tow, readying for the expected sex that capped the night of play. "Fucking time already is it? Which would you like first, ass or muzzle? I'll be kind and give YOU a choice..." He paused as he noticed Dana nuzzling at the fake cock, licking his lips with a growl of approval. With another pause he looked over the crowd, considering dragons and slaves until he spotted what he wanted. An grumpy looking dragoness with a mix of colors giving her an uneven and odd appearance, decked out in a wolf costume and two nervous looking male furry wolves accompanying her. Most dragons in furry costumes were less than pleased, but it was a risk one took when attending such parties. Rahmor admired the oddly colored but buff dragoness for a moment before lifting a finger and haughtily proclaiming, "I have need of your services, dragon-tamer. This one has been quite bad, and requires lessons."

The dragoness eyed Rahmor until the words clicked, dragon-tamer being the name for furries who were especially gifted in training, and punishing dragons back when such things were common. She grinned with a toothy smile and gave a horribly off-key howl before eyeing the downed green hungrily, "Oh... I am sure we can teach him to behave, can't we my pack?" The two wolves exchanged glances, looking back to their Mistress for approval, and then nodded and added their own authentic howls to the mix before descending on Haskiel.

"Now there, you can't just hrrrrmmmph!"

Haskiel squirmed as a strong dragoness hand clamped down over his muzzle, another grabbing him by the throat and dragged him off in the direction of another pile of pillows.

"Shush, dwaggy. Let us wolves show you how a pack deals with a lone troublemaker" said the dragoness, giving Rahmor an understanding nod.

"Mrrrgrmph!" was all Haskiel could say as he watched the interaction, clearly understanding the wordless communication. He struggled and ooofhed as the two wolves smacked and slapped at him with the encouragement of their mistress. It was the one night they could get away with such things, and they were taking full advantage of it. A well place kick made the dragon's eyes bulge out and groan, and then the dragoness pinned him down to begin having her own fun as well.

Dana quivered and rubbed against the strong thigh, wincing at the kick but feeling a flush run through her at how strong and powerful her protective stallion was. He made the bad dragon go away! She blinked blurringly, wondering who spilled blue paint on him but let out a happy whinny as she was picked up and carried to the pillows.

"NNnnfff!" she said as she sank down against them, burying her face against the soft fabric. Her tail hiked at a touch to her rear and she shifted around on her hands and knees, spreading her legs, feeling the large stallion pressing down over her. She moaned in pleasure, feeling so protected and safe under him, wriggling her butt, wanting him to make her his.

Rahmor still acted the part, huffing horse-like as he settled himself over top the smaller unicorn/dragoness. There was a tearing noise and he looked down, grinning at the sight of his real cock having ripped through the fabric of the fake one, stuffing coming out from the hole. He leaned in, rubbing his length between her cheeks, nuzzling down at the back of her neck.

"Ohhh... yes... yes... nnnngh... mmm.... ahhh... please..." cried out Dana as she felt a warm, hard object behind her. She pushed her rear up again and was rewarded by the feel of his hardness pressing up to her now wet and ready folds. "Hnnnnnng!" She gripped the pillows tight, feeling herself being spread wide, a familiar feeling, strange shapes moving inside her.. but her world swam dizzily and slowly filled with pleasure, grunting at each thrust. "Nnnfh.. nrgh.. unf... ah... ahhh!"

Rahmor thrust hard into her, huffing and grunting, his mind half stallion, claiming his rightful place as this dragon's superior, and half Rahmor, enjoying taking his mare, and watching his green rival getting dominated and lightly tortured. He was brought back to his stallion side as Dana began to tremble and shudder, then whinnied loudly in orgasm. He slowed, nuzzling and petting her, a hand under the mares chest to cup a breast as he felt her slowing, panting.. and then began again.

Dana moaned and shuddered in ecstasy and love for the powerful stallion who was giving her what she needed for so long, head spinning from the drinks and the orgasm, and while she was done drinking, she was far from finished orgasming. Her stallion would see to that.

...

Tamira stirred, blinking awake with the familiar soreness of sleeping on cold stone. It was dark, the stars twinkling brightly in the open end of their large holding cell and giving enough light to see Dana being helped in by Ralean, the on duty cat for tonight. She quickly got up and took the stumbling Dana from the feline, nodding in thanks before leading her back to the still warm spot on the floor.

"Oh, Dana... what did he do to you?" she said, looking over the disheveled mare, unable to miss her soaked and gaping sex, red from overuse.

"Nrrrgh... hic... ahh.." said Dana as she slid down the wall to lay in a heap in Tamira's lap. "Mounted me good and hard..." she managed.

"My poor mare," said Tamira softly as Dana buried her head in Tamira's lap. She squirmed a bit, trying not to get aroused by the position. "That bastard."

"Mrrrph.. nn.. no. Was good" she said and let out a giggle.

Tamira tensed. Good? "Are.. are you drunk?" She could almost taste the strong smell of some kind of drink coming off the mare, and... pumpkin?

"Uh-hu! My stallion made love to me, such a strong one too. Fought the bad dwaggon," said Dana drowsily.

"Stallion?"

"R..rahmor... funny name for a stallion. Needs a bath," said Dana as she snuggled up to Tamira. She opened her eyes, head turning to peer down into Tamira's crotch. "I wish you had a cock instead of this pussy," she said with a sigh, and gave a quick lick. "Yeah... I'd suck that..."

Tamira flushed deeply and squirmed at the lick. "Uh... maybe you should just sleep" she said, trying to hide her blush of embarrassment. Even after all this time being naked, she could still blush if a mare, or even Rahmor pointed out, let alone touched her. Let alone licked her! She stroked Dana's head, and shivered as her soft, velvety nose nuzzled at her again.

"I can try this..."

Biting her lip, Tamira fought off conflicting emotions, and finally lifted Dana's head out of her lap, shifted to close her legs and put her back down in her lap. She stroked the mare's muzzle. No. She wasn't going to take advantage of her friend, maybe even her lover, but no. Maybe when she recovered... maybe. She sighed and closed her eyes.

Both of them. He made both of them enjoy that ugly, wart covered cock of his. In her case it was the fight that seemed to do it, the struggle seeming to do something to her. Maybe enjoy was the wrong word. She certainly wasn't happy with getting raped, not by any male, especially not a dragon. Not THAT dragon even more. Her body didn't seem to get the message, and there was no mistaking the messages it sent back, loud and clear and intense. She didn't know what Rahmor did to poor Dana, but he got under her skin too.

She bit her lip unhappily. She knew Dana was struggling to accept her as mare, and not a stallion. She had hoped that, maybe being a unicorn was enough. But Dana did love males, she had seen a bit of that reaction when Rahmor had the three of them together, when she had first kissed Dana, and had been kissed back. Rahmor's dick was intimately involved in that. Maybe that was what she needed? Master had her use one before, but she didn't want THAT one. A copy of Masters cock, full size and with every spine and bump. Maybe... maybe he could get her a unicorn strap on? Something smaller, something Dana might like. If she didn't already start liking what he had to offer. Maybe if she begged.

Could she lose Dana? To a dragon cock? Before she even had a chance to find out how far a lesbian and straight mare could go. She gritted her teeth, it was so unfair. Dana was everything she wanted in a friend, in a lover. Would their Master let them explore that? Or would he snatch Dana away from her, or worse... just keep using the two of them like toys.

Tamira sighed, calming herself with stroking the now sleeping, and snoring Dana. Even if this was all they had, it was more than she had expected when first being sold to her Master. She had a chance to do SOME good here. Not much, but she had her duty to protect mares from all suffering. If that meant letting Dana go.. well... she would just have to wait and see. She wasn't ready to give up yet. She nodded and snuggled sleepily. She would keep trying. It was all she could do. Her little mare. Her love. She would make this work, somehow.

Dana murrmed in her sleep, images of stallions circling around her thoughts, her hands reaching out to pet them, stroke them, pull them all close around her to keep her safe. She blinked as one of the unicorns snuggled against her, a mare with breasts and a red-gemmed collar. She lifted a hand to push the mare away, then hesitated, and drew her in with the others. A soft pillow among the hard muscles of the stallions. It was nice.

Both mares slumped against each other, twitching as they dreamt their separate dreams in each other's arms, their limbs intertwined, just like their fates.