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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 53 - Rounds 3

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_.

Tamira was slowly beginning to figure out the overall layout of Rahmor's lair. She had always been good at finding her way, and her life in the military gave her plenty of practice both in the wilderness and in needing to remember just where that good tavern was in a particular town or village you found yourself in. She still found dragon dwellings to be a confusing mess of twisting and branching passageways, going up and down as well as left and right. She suspected it was by design, to confuse intruders, as well as any slaves intent on sneaking off. But she recognized this passageway. She had been down it several times so far. It led to where he kept his drake. She smiled fondly at Chakal. She liked the little mare, and the last time she had seen her she seemed happy, even after being nearly killed in the insect infestation.

"Uuungh!" she said as Rahmor's tailtip gave a tug. It wasn't much more of a twitch, but considering his tail was sunk into her sex, even a small twitch was enough to get her attention, and quick. She followed the large blue dragon into another passageway, then into a familiar storage room that brought them eventually out to the drake's lair. It was an impressive spot. One side totally open to the view of the dragon capital sprawling for miles below, and a large sheltered cave for the drake when it wished to get out of the sun or rain. The drake itself made it all the more impressive, it's enormous teal colored body glittering in the sun. She shivered as it turned its eyes on her. It was just big enough to be able to swallow her whole, if it chose too. It scared her that the only thing keeping it from doing so was, well, nothing. It wasn't muzzled or chained, and while she had first hand experience at just how good Rahmor was at training his pets, she would have felt better with it safely behind bars like any other dangerous animal.

Rahmor said, "How is my boy today, Chakal?"

Chakal said, "He is well, Master. Somewhat restless, but nothing out of the ordinary." She kept her head bowed as she spoke. She liked the big animal. It wasn't really as dumb as it looked. There was something going on in that big head of his. Not all the time, but now and then it seemed to remember what it had once been. She had learned that long ago, drakes were just as smart, if not smarter than dragons and furries, but something happened. A disease or curse, nobody really knew, but something had damaged their young so that their intelligence and culture slowly died out as egg after egg hatched into seemingly mindless brutes. The dragons had managed to tame them, keeping them as mounts and preserving them as a species. She was glad they did, for she liked Tahat. Animals always fascinated her, and she had worked in the stables before her capture and enslavement. Being Tahat's keeper and handler was a far better job than spending the rest off her days in a dragons bed or working in the mines. She never actually SAW any mines, but was SURE they existed, if only to give the dragons somewhere to send slaves they wanted to punish.

Rahmor nodded, "Good... very good." He walked right up to the large creature and patted it's snout roughly. "Soon, Tahat. Soon we will fight again, and you can sink your claws and teeth into the enemy we both despise."

Tahat growled and hissed. He knew the word 'fight' and liked it. He would have loved to have leaped off the cliff right now to dive down upon all the little creatures below and eat and kill until he was sated. But MASTER would be displeased. MASTER would be angry. Tahat could deal with punishment. Force and pain... that was a language he understood, and enjoyed. But he had seen what happened to other drakes that killed when they were not supposed to. They were locked away. Abandoned. Never to fight or fuck again. He shivered a bit. The world was so CONFUSING when he was not fighting, or fucking... or both! He was happy to have a MASTER to care for him. He sometimes thought of flying away, but the thought of being out there all alone scared him worse than the biggest of the bad monsters he fought. What would he DO? Who would feed him? Where would he sleep, or find toys? Or pets? He looked down fondly on his current PET, the soft-white thing. He LIKED her. She oiled him and groomed him and was always here when he woke, something familiar and comforting. He eyes the OTHER white thing suspiciously. Was she here to ride him? Or food? He hoped food.. he had wanted to eat one of the white things ever since he had seen them. They smelled so DELICIOUS.

Rahmor said, "You need to take care if you come here, Tamira. Never venture out without me or Chakal present. Tahat is a dangerous beast, and could very well eat you if he thought you might be a threat."

Tamira gulped and laughed nervously, "A threat, Master? Me? He could step on me before I got close."

Rahmor said, "Drakes may look tough, but are rather sensitive and skittish. They are easily confused and scared if not under orders. A scared drake only has one option, and that's to fight. Even with your horn uncapped you wouldn't be able to do much more than wound him, if that. But he doesn't know that. He takes his cues from those he is familiar with, and that is Chakal and his Master, me." He backed up until there was plenty of space between him and the large drake.

"Come here, Chakal. You too Tamira."

"Yes Master" said both unicorns. Tamira walked up to stand at his side, while Chakal crawled to kneel at his other.

Rahmor said, "Be very careful not to threaten either of us. Drakes are protective of their owners and pets. Being his Master, I can get away with things you could not." He demonstrated by giving Chakal a quick slap to her muzzle.

Chakal owed in surprise as she was hit, her hand rising to hold the side of her muzzle where it stung from the slap.

Tahat watched MASTER strike his PET. He wondered what she had done wrong to deserve punishment. He quickly lost interest in the reason, knowing it would just confuse him if he tried to figure it out. All he needed to know was whatever she had done, she had been corrected and so all was well. MASTER had dealt with it, and he was happy. He DID know he was far too big to punish any of these small things. He had learned, and been trained that he was only to strike out if he meant to kill. And he didn't want to kill his PET!

Rahmor took a step back out from between the two mares and said, "Tamira, raise your hand to Chakal as if you were going to strike her."

Tamira bit her lip, not liking this one bit, but did as she told. She lifted her hands, and then froze as a mountain of drake got to it's feet, and growled! The noise felt like it vibrated her very bones and it was all she could do not to wet herself.

Tahat STARED at the white thing that was about to hit PET. He couldn't bite or claw her, MASTER would be very mad, but he could growl and hiss and he did so, rising up to look down at the puny thing. He growled out a simple meaning... MINE!

Rahmor said, "That's enough, Tamira."

Tamira lowered her hand, and took several steps away from Chakal and the drake, knees quivering. She was a seasoned warrior, but hell... anyone who wasn't scared to death by a display like that must be insane!

Rahmor shhed his drake, "Easy boy... down!"

Tahat sat down with a heavy thump, still giving Tamira a glaring eye. He hissed at PET softly. He was a GOOD drake. He protected MASTER and PET. He saw PET smile at him and crooned softly, happy.

Rahmor said, "Don't threaten either of us in his sight. Is that VERY clear?"

Tamira nodded vehemently, "Yes Master! Very!"

Rahmor chuckled, "Good. Being eaten alive would be a much stronger lesson, but not one you could learn from.. for long." He left the two unicorns to give his drake a closer inspection, making sure he was being cared for as he desires, and reinforcing the constant training a drake needed to be kept under control. Now and then one DID slip.. and it was NEVER a pretty sight. The owners, if they survived, were punished very severely.

Chakal got to her hooves and smiled at Tamira, speaking in a soft voice, "How have you been? How are the others? Do you like being a guard?"

Tamira swallowed hard to clear the lump from her throat, and was careful to be very still as she spoke to Chakal. The drake was busy with Rahmor, but kept glancing at her and she did NOT like the looks it was giving. "Umm, well, I'm, a slave... so I guess I'm doing pretty awful." She laughed, and was surprised to be able to joke about it.

Chakal let out a soft giggle, "Yeah... stupid question."

Tamira hmmed and thought for a moment, "Well, it's not BAD I guess. I mean... I only did it to help the others, and so far have managed to make things better, I think. Better than if that cat bitch had her way."

Chakal nodded knowingly, "She doesn't bother me anymore.. not with my new collar." She tapped at it, indicating the green gems that marked her as a placed slave. Higher than a common slave, but lower than a guard. Still, it was enough that she was left along unless she misbehaved or did something foolish. She was always careful around that cat. Nella was her name. She punished and hit every chance she got, which sadly was often. Tamira had red gems, like Nella that marked her as a guard.

Tamira leaned in to whisper, "One day I am going to beat the hell out of her.. once I figure out all the rules." She sniffed at a strange scent she smelled on Chakal. Maybe one of the oils she used to polish the dragon's scales with. "You smell nice..." she said and leaned in to take another sniff.

Chakal took a step back, blushing and was silent for several moments, "Ummm... that's.. uh... err..."

Tamira frowned at Chakal's reaction, "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it like that!"

Chakal shook her head, "Nonono, it's not that.. it's just that the smell is.. umm..." She motioned at the drake.

Tamira followed Chakal's gaze, seeing the drake. Then she saw what part of the drake she was looking at, and flushed. Did she just enjoy the whiff of.. drake cum? And admit it? What was WRONG with her? She shook her head and said, "Ahhh! Right... I... oh.. the other mares.. they are good.. you know.. slaves.. ha. Hah."

Chakal took to the sudden change of subject like a lifeline. She didn't want to have to explain WHY she smelled like drake cum. The big creature liked to snuggle with her at night, and being big and covered in scales and spikes, there was only one part that was somewhat soft... so she often found herself curled up around it, and sometimes, well, it just kind of exploded. Luckily last night was not one of THOSE nights, but it still oozed a bit onto her chest. She had grown used to the smell, but now decided to find a shower and bathe as soon as Rahmor left.

Rahmor finished his inspection, and smirked as he turned his head to the two mares. "Come here slaves... Tahat needs to be shown your position, Tamira...so he knows you are mine."

Chakal whispered quietly, "It'll be okay... He won't really hurt you.. Don't do anything dumb..." before crawling forward.

Tamira glanced down at Chakal and wondered what she meant... what was Rahmor about to do to her? She moved forward nervously toward the dragon and his big drake, coming to attention before him, hoping a show of obedience and respect might lessen whatever Rahmor had in mind. She stood still, very still as the drakes head moved to hover in front of her, it's breath blasting against her fur from its nostrils as it sniffed at her. She twitched as Rahmor gave a sudden growling-bark like sound and the drake opened its jaws. She cringed back, but stayed her ground as she looked into the open maw. It was even scarier now that she could see all its teeth, and it's hungry looking throat.

Rahmor moved behind Tamira, taking her wrists and pulling them behind her back and wrapping one large hand around them, the other reaching up to grab the top of her horn. "Bend over..." he ordered.

Tamira erked as the hand on her horn pulled at it, forcing her head to turn to the side and twisting her neck painfully. She bent over as the hand pulled down, not really bending over herself, but not resisting as her Master forced her into position. She squirmed and whined as she bent fully over and her chest was pressed down onto a wide, thick dragon tongue, the side of her face doing the same. Then the jaws closed and she gave out a whinney of fear, wanting to kick out at the dragon behind her and escape... but she trusted Chakal, and even Rahmor, a little. She didn't think he was going to just kill her after all the effort he had put into her training. She hadn't done anything to deserve that, did she? She squirmed as teeth pressed down around her waist. The ones pressing down against her lower back were okay, but her weight was pushing her belly down on the teeth of the drakes lower jaw, and it made her feel extremely vulnerable and helpless... feeling those teeth pressing up against her soft belly. Her horn stuck out between the teeth on the side of the drake's jaw, trapping it and keeping her even more helpless. With her hands pinned at her sides, there was little she could do. It got worse when the insides of her ankles were kicked, forcing her to spread her hooves wide... making it clear what was about to happen.

Rahmor mrrrrmed and lifted Tamira's tail, enjoying the view. He gave Tahat a look and said, "No eat!"

Tahat understood that command, just as he understood the command to open his jaws. He liked to obey commands like this. He simply was too big to play with the little things himself, and was happy for MASTER to tell him what to do so he could have fun with them. He had fuzzy memories of similar playtimes. His memory was not too good, but times like these stood out. MASTER was going to take this female... make her his. Primal instincts said this was right and proper. Females only respected males that could FORCE them to mate.

"Up here, Chakal" said Rahmor as he patted the top of Tahat's muzzle.

Chakal nodded and rose to her hooves, climbing onto the drakes muzzle, turning as directed to straddle it, facing Rahmor. She squirmed a bit as the position forced her legs to spread wide as she sat, careful not to flick her tail into the drake's eyes.

Rahmor mrrrrred at the sight, his hands lifting to press to Chakal's smallish, but firm breasts to fondle and squeeze. He leaned in to press the tip of his muzzle to her nose, then opened his jaws to take her face into his mouth, tongue sliding between her lips in a dragon 'kiss'.

Chakal had been fucked in several positions, had sucked his cock more times than she could count, but had never seen him do this before. She glurrrrked as dragon tongue slide deep into her mouth, and pushed into her throat! She struggled not to pull away or flail about at the uncomfortable sensation, simply letting him use her as he wished, knowing it would be over soon and she could get back to caring for the big beast she was sitting on.

Tahat watched cross-eyed as MASTER began to play with PET. He let out a soft croon of pleasure, happy that PET was getting attention from MASTER. It made him feel good to know he approved of her. He watched MASTER'S hands and muzzle as best he could from behind, and something clicked deep in his mind, giving him just a moment of clarity, just enough for an idea to spring to mind. He could do that TOO!

Tamira panted in the hot cavern of the drakes mouth, knowing what was to come, her legs spread wide.. waiting for the rape that was sure to happen. She wasn't afraid that Rahmor was going to feed her to his drake, but she wasn't convinced it wouldn't bite her by accident or simply because it got hungry. Her fears at that got a little stronger as she felt the tongue shift under her. She hadn't had a chance to get a good look at it, but it was thick near the back of it's throat and thinner near the tip. It was the long tip that moved now, sliding over her body, then pushing under her wriggling between her breasts. She groaned as the slick and wet tongue actually SQUEEZED her breasts, her nipples tingling as slick drake tongue slid over them. It was rough and hurt as much as it felt good.. but it DID feel good. She had always been a sucker for having her breasts played with, but never thought it would be by a tongue as thick as her arm!

Tahat concentrated as he moved his tongue. He was good at this.. drakes having long, flexible tongues to catch and hold prey as well as to clean their teeth and manipulate small objects. Their paws and feet were strong and tipped with sharp, deadly claws. Great for slashing and tearing and crushing, but mostly useless for fine work. A drake's tongue was what it used to touch and examine and taste with, and Tahat used his as expertly as any drake.

Tamira let out a moan as her breasts were squeezed and rubbed. She was only responding because it helped take her mind off the fact she was being held in a drakes mouth, that was all! She huffed at the rough fondling and let out a loud mrrrrrrrpmph as the tip of the tongue found her mouth, and pushed deeply into it. "Whaaaaaagmmmmmphhh?" With her horn trapped she couldn't even move her head as the tongue shoved deep into her mouth. She was careful not to bite however... her cocksucking training had given her that reflex at least. She wasn't sure what the drake would do if she bit it... bite her back? In half? The taste was not as bad as she would have expected, not that she had ever contemplated what the inside of a drakes mouth would TASTE like. But it was slimy and covered in saliva, just like their fur was.

A sudden touch at her nethers made her let out a whine, feeling sharp talons spreading her sex, and then a familiar and unwelcome presence began to push into her. Back when she served with the unicorn guard she had never hid her sexual leanings. She didn't flaunt it either, but still endured some playful, and not so playful ribbing by some of the stallion warriors she served with. Many had suggested, and offered to show her what she had been missing, claiming that a night with them would make her forget all about her mare lovers. She had told them they were full of shit, and now that she HAD been fucked by a male she felt almost vindicated in that she still didn't like it. This time did seem less painful though, and she shuddered as she felt the thick, bumpy cock pushing deeply into her wet sex. All the teasing from his harem girls had gotten her turned on it seemed.

Rahmor hisssed with pleasure as his cock sunk into the tight wet cavity of Tamira's unicorn pussy. He moaned as he slid in, still fondling the mare before him... loving having both of them to play with... and to fuck. He pulled his head back, withdrawing his tongue so he could lean down and nuzzle, lick and nibble at the white unicorn breasts before him. His hips moved steadily, but gently, for him. He didn't want to slam into Tamira and injure her on his drakes teeth. He growled softly as he fucked his slave-guard, showing his drake, and Tamira what her position was... literally pounding it into her in her case. Smooth dragon hide rubbed against soft unicorn fur as he nuzzled Chakal's breasts, sometimes licking at a nipple, sometimes nibbling or nipping.

Tamira groaned at the rape, feeling the thick cock thrusting deep into her. She felt dizzy with pleasure, her pussy hot and needy... almost WANTING to be fucked. Her mind felt like it was being pounded just as hard as her sex was and she felt her body responding to the rough mating. She moaned in pleasure and anger, both at the dragon raping her, and herself for responding. She had never been into rough sex. When some of the mares she dated tried it she always got turned off. It wasn't uncommon to be a bit rough in her line of work.. but she had never felt attracted to it.

Rahmor hisssed happily as he fixed his slave, feeling her sex wet and slick around his thick cock as he continues his easy, steady thrusting. He hissed his pleasure at Chakal, still nuzzling and nibbling at her as he moved from breasts to neck to muzzle and back again, his hips never faltering from their steady rythm.

She shuddered and bucked in the drakes mouth and almost against her will arched her back and whinnied into the tongue still probing her mouth. Her mind melted under an intense orgasm, her sex clenching and leaking her desire and arousal. For a time her mind blanked and she simply floated in a sea of orgasmic pleasure.

Rahmor felt his slave climaxing and he groaned in pleasure... perfect. He pulled out and growled out a command to his drake.

Tamira felt herself spinning, and realized it wasn't just the orgasm, but she was being turned over. She moaned as she now lay on her back in the drakes mouth, feeling her Master push his cock back into her once more, his hands on her ass holding her, fondling her as he began to fuck her again! She felt a second climax beginning to stir close on the heels of the first and wrapped her legs around her Master's waist as he took her again. "Nnnnnnnggggg-ahhhhhh!"

Rahmor hisses in pleasure as he forced his mare to cum again. He didn't simply make her fuck him, he made her LIKE it. He had a little help this time.. but he had forced her to cum before, and would again and again. Make her body love him and her mind would eventually follow. He shuddered, his own orgasm demanding release. He would normally finish in her, but didn't want to spoil the fun TOO soon. He pulled out, Tamira's replacement already in place...

Chakal watched her Master withdraw from Tamira, then blue hands took her muzzle and pulled it down to meet the upward thrust of his cock. She was unprepared but opened wide for it, feeling the hot flesh slide slickly into her muzzle. She hardly had time to suck or give it a lick before it exploded in her mouth, forcing her to gulp rapidly to keep from making a mess. She gulped hard, cheeks bulging from the mouthful of dragon cock. Slowly the torrent subsided and she lapped at the tip for a bit, holding it in her mouth until told otherwise. Mrrrph.

Rahmor ahhhed and shivered, balls slowly unclenching as he panted... rrrrrrh. He gave a lazy command to his drake.

Tamira twitched and shuddered, hardly noticing when the maw around her opened, and the tongue pushed her out. Hitting the hard stone shook her mostly out of her daze and she looked up blearily at the dragon above her as she lay on her back. She could see Chakal with a mouthful of his cock and wondered how that happened, since the last she remembered was it had been inside her. Then a heavy foot pressed down onto her chest, making her grunt. She stared at the foot as she panted, then ahhhhed as the big toe lifted and pushed into her mouth. The sharp claw pressed lightly against her tongue and she froze, not wanting to get cut. Not knowing what else to do, she closed her lips over it and suckled gently. She was still shaky from the strong climax. The teasing in the harem, the strangeness of the drakes mouth.. almost like sensory deprivation.. that must have all combined to have caused that.

Rahmor mrrrmed at the view... two unicorns, both showing their submission to him but in different ways. He felt like he could cum again, just from seeing the two mares fitting in, accepting their place under his feet. Knowing that he had turned them from crazy, disobedient furries into a productive part of the dragon empire. He had taken their broken, directionless minds and FIXED them... made them part of something greater. They may not appreciate it yet, they might never truly understand what he had done for them, but he knew. They would take much more training, and would always need a firm hand to guide them... but luckily they had one. His.

Tamira felt waves of pleasure still bouncing back and forth from her toes to the tip of her horn, making her breasts and sex thrum and glow as it passed. The feelings were slowly ebbing, thankfully. She didn't WANT to feel like this after being raped! She felt as if her body had betrayed her. But it wasn't her body who was at fault. It was the dragon who did this to her. She looked up at him, but the ember of hate died at his expression. It was hard to feel anything but helpless submission when you were naked, sucking on a toe and staring up at a dragon looking down at you with THOSE eyes. Eyes that promised pain and suffering if one did not obey. Eyes that expected obedience, and were willing and capable of using force to get what they wanted. She couldn't meet his gaze for long, and quickly lowered her own eyes, feeling a bit of shame at her weakness and surrender. She consoled herself with the knowledge that there was nothing she could do about it. Alone, with nothing to lose she might have fought him. Fought him and lost, maybe even killed. But she wasn't alone. There were other mares, and even other slaves that needed her help. As satisfying as it would be to defy him, at least until the beatings and torture started, she had given her word to serve him. Not because he deserved it, no, not at all. But because it was the only way she could fulfil her vows to protect her people.

Rahmor sighed, enjoying the minor showdown with his guard, relishing the moment where her eyes met his and he could SEE her accept his dominance over her. With a hand on Chakal's head he shoved her muzzle down onto his cock, bobbing it several times as he savored the moment. Then he released her, and lifted his foot from Tamira. "We are done here. Clean her up quickly, Chakal." He patted his drake on the muzzle, "Soon, Tahat. You will sink your claws into the enemy again, fear not. I may have duties that keep us from the front more and more, but I promise that you will always have your fill of battle."

Tahat had no idea what MASTER was saying, but was pleased to be spoken too. He had enjoyed the visit, seeing MASTER dominating the soft little furry things. He had the best MASTER. He knew this because all the other drakes and their masters did what HIS MASTER said. Other drakes might be satisfied with a lesser MASTER but not him! He would only serve the best. Only serve the... the... his mind flashed once more and gave him the word and concept. LEADER! His MASTER was the leader of the others. They did what he said because he was the best. He rumbled a deep bass note at the pleasure of this. He could never be a leader. He knew that something was WRONG with him. He didn't know what.. but was happy that there were others that COULD be the leader. He knew that if he were whole, HE would be the leader. But he wasn't... but he would only serve the one who WAS. Let other drakes take the lesser masters!

Chakal helped Tamira to her feet and brought her to where she kept the buffing towels, using the soft fabric to wipe off and soak up most of the dragon spit the poor mare was covered in.

Tamira composed herself, shaking her head at the day's events. It felt good to get dried off, even if the towels couldn't get all of it out. She was only a little damp now, but looked awful. Matted fur, badly trimmed tail. Smelling of sex, both her own and Rahmor's. The addition of drake-breath to the mix was hardly noticeable. "Thanks..." she said.

Chakal said, "I'll come visit soon, I promise."

Tamira nodded, then hurried to catch up with Rahmor who had already reached the entrance back to his lair. For once he didn't use his tail to lead her. Maybe he had enough fun with that for today. She hoped he would forget about it completely. She wondered what next. She was walking down a passageway she was unfamiliar with now, but from the carvings along the walls it was a fairly important hallway. She knew that the more ornate the designs and fixtures were, the higher a dragon valued the contents of the caves and rooms it led to. Dragons long past had added to the carvings so most hallways were fancy to some extent, but these seemed to have more than usual. Claws and swords and shields, weapons.. all very military flavored.

She thought maybe some sort of weapons storage may lay ahead. Perhaps training rooms? She couldn't help but be a bit curious. She turned the corner, and screamed. She had come face to face with what she knew had to be an insect warrior. She had never seen one before, but it towered over her, it's head poised to strike with extended razor sharp pincers. Deadly claws were reaching out for her and she backed up, lowering her horn to point at at the monstrosity, fear flowing up from the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were locked on it, but in her peripheral vision she knew there were more of the hideous creatures. It took all her warrior strength and training to keep that fear from turning into sheer terror. It was a close call, and she very nearly turned tail and ran for her life. But she didn't, and facing down the monster her training took hold, taking in other vital details. It wasn't moving. And Rahmor was calmly watching her, not afraid in the slightest. She took quick glances around, seeing several other insects. Some in little alcoves, some inside glass cases. None moved. None were alive. "Ahh... a... what...?" she stammered.

Rahmor chuckled, "Though I'd take a shortcut through my trophy room and museum, slave. And that's 'what MASTER?' slave..." He gave her a quick swat to her muzzle.

Tamira errfed and staggered back, her knees weak and wobbly first from fear, then from relief. She sank to them, feeling her whole body shaking from the sudden surge of adrenaline and it's quick withdrawal. "Ahh... sorry Master..." she said. She took a moment to compose herself. She was a unicorn warrior, she shouldn't have reacted like that. She had come across monsters before, had fought dragons, even faced a drake in battle! Those scared her, but never to that extent. She pushed to her feet and looked at the large bug staring down at her, and shuddered. Evil. The thing REEKED of it.

Rahmor nodded, "Horrible, isn't it? Dragons, furries, animals, even monsters... we are all the same. Made of the same stuff. If we do evil deeds, it is because we choose to. But not them. No. They are MADE of evil. There is no good in them, no reasoning. They exist simply to destroy us."

Tamira nodded in agreement. Even dead the thing clearly was just... wrong. It shouldn't exist. As a warrior she had to face hard truths. Most furries could live in ignorance. In fact, many did. They knew little of the war that raged just across the dragon lands. They didn't seem to care, and the leadership seemed happy to keep it that way. She certainly never heard of a museum devoted to displaying bugs. Now she knew why. Who could sleep soundly after seeing THAT. Knowing that countless numbers of them were so close... separated only by the dragon fortresses and battlements.

Rahmor said, "This is one of the warrior class. It's what the bulk of their army is composed of. Very dangerous. It's armor is hard, too hard for most weapons to pierce. Luckily the plates are not seamless. Eyes, joints, mouth.. there are many vulnerable areas. If you know WHERE to hit it, and are quick, you can go one on one with such a thing and live. Most of the time."

Tamira's hands had finally stopped shaking, but she held them tightly as she looked over the monstrous thing. It had crab-like claws that looked like they could cut a person in half with ease. She didn't even want to count the legs, all which had serrated stabbing blades jutting out from them. Every part of this thing was a weapon. Even the armor plating had sharp spikes and points.

Rahmor stepped forward, "All of these were killed by former owners of this lair. I've added a few myself. It's one of the better private collections in the capital. There are far better ones for training purposes of course. Ones were every type of bug we know about is housed for study and display. Live ones too."

Tamira stared, "Live ones? HERE?" It took her a moment to add, "Master"

Rahmor said, "Yes. But only safe ones. This warrior for instance, it cannot breed. Most can't. They have specialized egg-layers that are used for reproduction. You know they can't breed on their own? They need hosts. Us."

Tamira shivered and nodded, she had heard that they used furries and dragons to breed, but didn't know that it was their ONLY way of reproducing.

Rahmor showed Tamira more of the large hall. "Here are some of the more common variates." He pointed to a display showing several large centipede like bugs. One was wrapped around the neck of a small stone bust of a dragon.

The terrified expression on the dragon's face made Tamira squirm, even though it was only stone, and only a dragon.

Rahmor said, "This is how the bugs control their captives. These things curl around its victims neck. That big stinger on the end? It stays jabbed into their neck... right into an artery. Injects venom right into the brain. Induces fear, weakness.. paralysis when so ordered. Even a unicorn's healing abilities are not enough to block the effects of a drug delivered right into their blood, constantly. It's head bites and sucks blood for food. They were terrifying in the beginning of the war. Swarms would flow into a town just before an attack, leaving everyone unable to run or fight. Just lay there helpless in terror as they were picked up and carried off."

Tamira felt her own metal collar, wondering if that's where the dragons got THEIR idea. But dragons had been collaring slaves LONG before the bugs came. A metal one was bad enough. She couldn't imagine wearing something alive that drugged her. And fed on her. She shuddered and happily moved on. She wasn't happy for long when she saw the next on. "Ugh!" Where the warrior was all angles and points and sharp edges, this one was a bulbous thing. It has a huge sack on its back and it was filled with eggs, each containing a horrifying embryonic bug. It had a horrid tube that extended from it's mouth, and a pile of slimy eggs piled on the floor where it hung. Part of her mind wondered how they were so well preserved. That looked like they were still alive, if motionless. She had a terrifying thought. "They.. they are DEAD right? Not just... frozen, Master?"

Rahmor nodded, "Oh yes. Very dead. Most of their insides removed, stuffed. Preserved with some magic and chemicals I'm not familiar with. No chance of them coming to life, I assure you. This would be a bad one to let loose. It's a breeder... implants it's victims with eggs. Depending on the type of insect it is carrying the eggs of, they might simply squirm out after hatching, or eat their way out."

Tamira shuttered in revulsion. She had decided at a young age she never wanted to have babies. Perhaps it was because she was a lesbian and didn't like males, but part was she didn't like the idea of giving birth. Giving birth to.. to something like that. She couldn't imagine anything more grotesque.

Rahmor said, "The key to their inability to reproduce is of course their lack of a soul."

Tamira had heard the bugs referred to as soulless, but always considered it an insult. "I don't understand Master."

Rahmor said, "All creatures have souls. We are born with them, and keep them until the day we die. After that... well that's the great unknown, and as dragons we don't waste time debating what can't be known. As intelligent beings, ours are far stronger than say a feral deer or dog. The insects seem to have none. They have to steal ours. The process seems... inefficient. They can't simply use animals. The bugs resulting from their eggs incubating in animals are small and weak. Only those that gestate within one of us can grow into the terrors you see here."

Tamira felt herself pulled along past the big egg layer, and what she saw next would have made her throw up on the spot. Luckily she was a horse and lacked that particular ability. She still covered her mouth and FELT sick. There were two dragons on display. Or what USED to be dragons. One was a female. Breasts huge and lumpy.. a sickly green color, unlike the rest of her tan scales. Her belly was also huge and lumpy, but the worst... the worse was her sex. It was like some tentacled creature had merged with it. The male was horrifying it its own way. It's penis was all swollen and discolored, and it's balls.. they were huge and veined. Both had sore-like spots all over, and their faces looked shrunken and distorted, perhaps from their own horrified expressions. "Are.. are those REAL, Master?"

Rahmor nodded, "Yes... they were captured by the insects, and then found by a raiding party over a hundred years ago."

Tamira said, "That's barbaric... Master... I mean... putting their bodies on display like that?" She thought it wasn't as bad as what the bugs did to them, but still!

Rahmor said, "They serve as a potent reminder to us dragon's. A reason to fight, a reason to always fight with our full strength and attention. If we did not fight, this could happen to others. IF we falter... it could happen to US."

Tamira was silent for a bit, trying to make sense of the logic. It still seemed disrespectful of the dead. She had never left a comrade's body. They always brought back their own, always have them a decent burial and ceremony.

Rahmor explained, "The insects have female and male breeders. You can see them there."

Tamira reluctantly looked to where Rahmor pointed, and next to the two dead dragons were a pair of nasty looking critters. One was like a squishy spider, about the size of her head. Lots of suckered tentacles and various organs she didn't want to look closely at. The other was smaller, about the size of her fist, with similar tentacles and appendages. She shuddered at the sight of them. Awful!

Rahmor said, "The female will find a host, a female dragon or furry, and crawl into her womb. It grows those tentacles into the females sex and lips. You can see the one on display how her sex looks like a tentacled and suckered mouth?"

Tamira didn't WANT to see, but she did. "Uhhh... ergh..."

Rahmor said, "Once it's finished, it will use the females eggs to grow those smaller versions, the males. She will then find an uninfected fur and rape him. She inserts a male embryo down it's penis and into a testicle. Once there it grows and matures, as you can see the male on the left."

Tamira's eyes gazed at the huge sack the male supported, imagining one of those THINGS inside it.

Rahmor said, "Both are compelled to mate. The male's sperm is now corrupted. When he finds a female he mates with her, and impregnates her with the small grub-like embryos his testicles have been forced to grow. Usually a few dozen per mating. She will then bear insect young. They type depends on need. The hive mind seems to be able to tell the male breeders what types of insects they should be producing."

Tamira did NOT want to think about getting fucked by something like that. It was bad enough that dragons could give her eggs.. but growing an insect inside her? Dozens? Over and over? Nonononono! Never!

Rahmor said, "The worst part is of course, having one's soul slowly consumed to produce insect creatures. All three, the female breeder, the male breeder, and the final female host have a small part of their souls consumed by the insect life growing inside them. Eventually there is nothing left and they just.. stop. Nothing left inside, just a husk. Other insects will eat them at that point."

Tamira put a hand over her sex, the idea of anything like that getting inside her.. making her body bear it's young. Eating her soul? That was so terrifying she couldn't even begin to form any thoughts about it. Just... no!

Rahmor took Tamira to another display, this one had a tank of some yellowish liquid and a nasty, slimy thing floated in it. It was the size of a fist, and had two long tendril like things extending from it, and a mass of smaller tentacles on one side. He said, "This is one of the creatures that invaded the capital recently. Gets inside you.. for females it prefers to get in through your sex, for males the mouth. Inserts those long tendrils right up into your brain, takes over your mind. But you recognize it, don't you"

Tamira tucked her tail up under her for protection, and did. She had been there when Rahmor showed it to his commander. Later one had been found in Chakal. Somehow she survived where other dragons who had been infected had all died. Rahmor had not talked a lot about what had all happened, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know either.

Rahmor said, "We are deeply, deeply unhappy with the state of the war. We are confident that we can hold the line indefinitely, and even push it back during the bugs dormant season. But any movement too far wakes them, and even if we avoid that, when they wake in greater numbers than ever, it's a slaughter if we are caught in the open. There are furries and dragons living there... forced to breed, forced to reproduce... living their lives in terror as their bodies, minds and souls are harvested. And we can do nothing, nothing at all to help them."

Tamira tried to imagine that. She always thought of the lands as barren, or having small pockets of furries that resisted the bugs. But when she thought about it she knew that couldn't be true. Were they like cattle? Driven in herds from pasture to pasture? Or kept in pens or caves? Rahmor would know. He would tell her if she asked. But she didn't. She didn't want to know. Nobody did. It was something one just didn't talk about back home. One complained of taxes for the war, or of dragons and their raids.. but nobody wanted to think about the bugs. What they could do to them. What they were doing right NOW to others unlucky enough to be born on the wrong side of the line. Dragons and furries may have their differences, but neither wanted this war to go on. She looked at Rahmor. He wanted the war to end just as much as she did. Even though that would likely mean that dragons would be at war with furries, a war they would eventually loose and go back to the old ways. She had to respect that. They took advantage of the situation, but truly wanted it to change.

She looked away, letting her anger burn once more. It didn't change the fact that what he did to her was wrong! What they all did to their slaves. It wasn't right. he was right. The bugs were pure evil, but dragons... they were not born evil... they CHOSE to do evil. No matter how strong their instincts were, they HAD to know that slavery was wrong, didn't they? She wasn't entirely convinced of that anymore. Every dragon she had seen acted exactly the same when it came to dominance and submission. Perhaps... between dragons it was okay. They seemed to enjoy it, regardless if they ended up on the top or bottom. But why couldn't they see that for a furry it was NOT the way we wanted to live. It infuriated her that they could do such good things, but be so flawed.

Rahmor cocked his head, "What are you thinking, slave?"

Tamira groaned, she didn't want to admit her thoughts, but knew he would know if she lied. So she told him. Told him how furries were not like dragons. How things could be better if furries and dragons just worked together. She said she knew about the history of the war. Not the history taught to most furries, that whitewashed the furry houses role in the series of disasters that formed the first years. How generals were appointed by rank and connection, not by skill. How they sent entire armies to their deaths, how they sacrificed dragon troops over and over to buy time to slowly evacuate the highborn houses, packed full of wealth and fancy belongings. How the dragons eventually rose up in a coup and took out the houses in one fell swoop, organized a retreat for EVERYONE. Saved millions of lives. Saved the furry races from extinction.

She was so mad. They could have been heroes! Dragons could have been the saviors of everything, and been treated like royalty. But no! They had to go and start kidnapping and enslaving and raping again. And the furry leaders looked the other way! Too afraid of the bugs to push the dragons on the issue. Dammit! She told him that even after all the horrors she just saw, she would GLADLY charge into a bug army at his side. She would follow him to certain death! But not for him as he is now. For the dragon he COULD be, if they just stopped being such bloody bastards! Master.

Tamira panted after her rant. She was sure she forgot a "Master" here and there, but made sure it was her last word to him. It was what he wanted, and served a point by saying it. She waited for the smacks or worse to rain down on her, but they didn't.

Rahmor sighed, "You are still new to this, SLAVE. But I have been served by slaves all my life. I have trained many furries. You will eventually understand and stop resisting. Accept your place."

Tamira whined, he just didn't understand. Those furries were not accepting their place... they were just beaten until they stopped objecting. She wished she could beat that into his thick skull. With an axe!

Rahmor said, "You have serial killers in your lands. Murderers. Traitors. You punish them. Kill them. Even send some of them to us for punishment. If a serial killer says 'it's wrong to stop me from killing' you don't take him at his word and let him go. You execute him. If a slave says she should not be a slave... we do the same thing. We say yes, you ARE a slave and should accept it."

She walked along behind him, soon passing the last of the bugs. Here were mounted the heads, and entire bodies of various animals. Armor. Weapons. Some jewels, and... heads? Dragon heads?

Rahmor said, "These four dragons... all were found to be insane. They were traitors. They pursued selfish goals, and got many dragons killed due to their deliberate sabotage. All to make room for their advancement, or because they hid their incompetence. The last one I found. I killed him myself. It is rare, but not unheard of for dragons to go insane. When that happens, they are shown no mercy. No favoritism. For furries.. you are born insane. We do our best.. but it is not easy to make your kind fit in. We know you lack the proper instincts, but with work.. they can be trained into you. You WILL learn."

Tamira urked as the tail once more slid up into her sex and began to pull her along. She groaned at the humiliating feel of it.. being led by her sex.. like he had every right to touch her there. He said she would learn. He might be right. Dragons might be wrong when they thought everyone needed to be dominated... but they were so damn GOOD at it. He would continue 'training' her until he was satisfied. What would she be like when that happened? Would she be able to stay herself? Learn how to act the part of a slave without truly becoming one? Or would he truly break her... make her into what he thought she should be. In some ways, that might be better... she would no longer fight it, just accept her fate. No. She would never lose herself like that. No matter what the cost, she would endure. Perhaps someday there would be an opening. A chance to make him see what dragons COULD be. A chance to make him change his mind. A chance to escape with the rest of the mares. A chance to... she didn't know what... but if she was a broken, obedient slave she would never have the will to take it, or even recognize it when it came. She followed him down the hallway willingly... for now.