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Storm felt as if she was bouncing on air as she walked through the mansion. Memories of the previous night's... well, 'orgy' was the only word she could use, in which she had finally broken the shackles of her past and shared her body with everyone in the household, were fresh and vivid - gloriously, erotically vivid - in her mind.

She almost felt like dancing as she strolled happily through the halls. Even if she had realised on an intellectual level that Jennifer and her slaves would accept, even embrace, her hermaphroditic nature, she had still been fearful of their reaction as she at last exposed herself to them. While she still had issues accepting the existence of her dragonhood herself, the passionate hours following her exposure had proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that her friends had no qualms about embracing either it or her: figuratively or literally.

When she had woken in the morning, still tangled with the others in the cuddle room, she had felt as if an immense weight had been removed from her shoulders. Careful not to wake her still-sleeping lovers, she had extricated herself from the pile of cum-covered bodies and wandered to the nearby pool room to shower. She prepared breakfast, both for herself and Sky, who had emerged shortly after her, his exhaustion relieved by the magic flowing through him, just as hers had been.

The two dragons had talked for a while before Luna and then Tali had joined them. Both were barely awake, but their bodies had demanded food more than sleep, so Storm had served them as well. Jennifer had apparently retreated to her study some time earlier, so she had prepared a tray of food and was now taking it to her owner. The dragoness knocked lightly on the door before entering.

As she walked in, she almost dropped the tray in shock; hunched over in a chair, surrounded by a pile of discarded tissues, Jennifer was crying.

Storm quickly placed her tray on the desk with a clatter, which seemed to startle the vixen. Looking up, Jennifer was quickly trying to restore her composed demeanour, even as Storm approached her.

"What's wrong, Jen?" asked Storm, concerned.

The vixen sniffed, before biting her lip. "Nothing's wrong, Storm; I'm fine" she replied.

If Jennifer's earlier appearance had startled Storm, this statement shocked her to her core. It was a blatant lie; something absolutely forbidden in Jennifer's mansion, even from the mistress of the household. Fortunately, before she was forced to suggest that her owner could commit such a sin, Jennifer spoke again.

The vixen sighed. "I... I'm not fine" she whispered. "I keep thinking about what Lily said in the court yesterday." Storm stiffened at the mention of the tigress who had tortured her for so long, but Jennifer didn't notice. "I keep wondering if she was right."

Storm frowned: the idea of her former owner being correct about anything, ever, seemed unlikely. "Right about what?" she asked. All she could recall of Lily's words the previous day were the hurtful remarks she had aimed at her victim. For a brief instant, fear filled her mind; did Jennifer think the tigress had been right about Storm being some sort of abomination?

"Right about us; about the Privileged." Jennifer paused, biting her lip again. "...About me." The vixen looked up at Storm and seemed to notice the dragoness's incomprehension. "She said... She said that we destroy our slaves. We destroy them... and rebuild them purely to serve our interests."

"That's not true!" said Storm in a shocked whisper. Destroying had been Lily's forte; the idea that Jennifer would even think herself capable of the same thing...

"No?" replied the vixen, a tremor in her voice. "I look at the four of you, a-and I remember what you were like b-before I 'trained' you, and-" Tears began to fall from Jennifer's violet eyes. "L-look at last night... Before I bought you, none of you would have taken part in... in an orgy." The vixen's eyes closed. "I-I've turned you all into sex-mad... sluts! Because that's what... what I wanted"

Storm tried to interrupt, to convince her owner that she was wrong, but Jennifer just kept talking, tears running down her face. "I-it's not just the sex, either: what about you, Storm? I decided you would be my protégé. I tried to make you into a member of the Privileged, even when you told me you didn't want to. You were... You were throwing up, but I ignored it! I was sure I could convince you... 'A little more training and she'll be fine'" She sniffed. "I was sure I could force you!"

"And... And I was thinking..." continued the vixen. "I thought 'what about my owner?'" Storm's eyes glanced at Jennifer's tail. The leather band she wore at the base, made from her own slave collar, wasn't visible at the moment, but the dragoness knew it was there. "She did to me what I tried to do to you: she made me into a perfect little Privileged!"

Jennifer suddenly looked straight into Storm's yellow eyes, her own violet hues full of shame - and a touch of panic. "Do you remember the first time we played poker? I asked Sky to tell me something he hadn't told any of us before."

Storm nodded. Whatever her fellow dragon had told their owner had sent the vixen from the room in a daze, and it had been a long while before she had returned, but what did that have to do with...

"He told me I can use magic!"

The dragoness almost fell over with shock. Non-dragon magic users were rare, and seldom as strong, but they did exist. She had never suspected Jennifer might share the same abilities as her and Sky. Storm wanted, needed, time to process the myriad thoughts running through her head, but Jennifer was still pouring out her heart.

"I've been th-thinking, and w-what if..." The vixen's voice took on a note of horror as she stared up at Storm, her teary eyes growing wider. "I've always p-prided myself on knowing what my slaves need; o-on getting you to c-collar yourselves... W-what if that's because... because I've been r-reading your minds? What if... what if I've s-shaped you... controlled you... planted ideas in your heads... A-and then when Lily said..." Jennifer was sobbing, her eyes widening further still. "My god," she breathed, "that's what I've done: I've d-destroyed you, and forced you to become what I demand... And with magic..." She covered her face with her hands as she wept. "I'm not the same as Lily. I'm worse! I'm a monster!"

Storm found herself fighting the urge to slap her owner, desperate to break her out of such a horrific train of thought. Instead she took the vixens hands and slowly coaxed them away from her tear-stained face

"Don't you dare compare yourself to Lily!" said Storm angrily. "You are absolutely nothing like her! In the time I've been your slave, you have never done anything to harm me, and I doubt you were harming the others before I came along, either. If you've changed us, it's only been for the better. Gods, Jen!" The dragoness's voice softened. "Gods... you know what she did to me. How can you think of everything you've done for me as anything but an improvement? How, for one second, can you compare the kindness and care you've shown me with the way Lily treated me?!"

"Just because our goals and methods are different doesn't mean we weren't doing the same thing" Jennifer said quietly.

"You're wrong, Jen" Storm insisted.

"I'm not." Jennifer shook her head, sadly. "Maybe I should give you access to your accounts" she said, almost to herself. "There's more than enough in there for you and the others to buy your way out of slavery. It probably wouldn't let all four of you become Privileged, but you'd be able to live how you want, without my... influence." She snorted. "Maybe it's better that you couldn't be Privileged... That much power seems to have corrupted us all."

The vixen slumped in her chair. "Look, just... just go and have fun with the others, Storm." She smiled, sadly. "Even if I'm a monster, at least my victims enjoy it." She frowned again. "Or at least, they think they do..."

Storm tried to talk to Jennifer, to persuade her that she was wrong, but the vixen had stopped responding; she just sat slumped in her chair. Eventually, Storm left the room, a determined look on her face as she went to talk to her fellow slaves.

***

Jennifer looked up, tears both shed and unshed misting her eyes, as she heard a knock on her study door. She had locked it after Storm left, and there had been many knocks over the course of the day as her slaves tried to talk to her. She had heard Luna hammering on the frame, yelling at her. Tali had simply pleaded with her through the closed portal. She had paid attention to neither of them.

This knock was different: quiet, unobtrusive; not the rapping any of her slaves would have made. It was that unusual nature that made her stand up and unlock the door. Before she could open it, there was a soft voice.

"Excuse me, My Lady; might I have a moment of your time?"

It took Jennifer a moment to recognise the voice as Sky's: for one thing, he hadn't called her 'My Lady' in private since he had accepted her collar. And there was no familiarity in his voice; it was as if he was speaking to another member of the Privileged, rather than to her. Confused, she opened the door. Sky was outside, his eyes averted as she looked at him. His deferential demeanour suddenly reminded her of nothing more than the first time they had met; before he had met Luna and Tali, before their car-ride home... before he had even learned the name of his knew owner.

"I apologise for interrupting you, My Lady," he said quietly, "but I've been asked to enquire if you would accompany me to the lounge; you have some visitors."

Shaken from her introspective depression by her slave's strange behaviour, Jennifer walked wordlessly through the mansion, Sky keeping a respectful distance, just as she knew he had been trained by the slave center that had raised him.

As they approached the lounge, Jennifer saw a figure standing at the door, waiting for them. It took her a moment to recognise Tali. Gone were the shorts and tube top she usually sported; instead she was wearing a dress that seemed to have come from a costume drama. Her hair was her natural white, instead of the assorted pastel dyes it had sported only hours before, and it was bound in a severe bun. Her eyes were lowered respectfully as she wordlessly opened the door for her owner and stepped out of the way.

Jennifer realised the skunkette seemed to be acting as she had when the vixen had bought her: prudish, introverted, and taught that women should be seen and not heard. As the vixen walked past her slave, she caught a glimpse of the skunkette's eyes, and almost stumbled; the brilliant green gaze had faded to a dull shadow. There was no sign of the bubbly, mirthful brat in that regard, only a broken puppet.

The vixen started to reach for Tali, to find out what was wrong with her, but before she could, there came a snarl from the lounge. Startled, she spun to see Luna crouched on the floor. Unlike Sky and Tali, Jennifer instantly recognised the wolfess, but that only made the shock of her appearance all the stronger. Luna's body was covered in scars and welts, many of them the angry red of recent wounds. Worst of all, one gash ran across her right eye, forever stealing its light. The other ice-blue orb burned with anger and fury, all trace of intelligence seemingly absent.

As she hurriedly turned away from that terrible sight, Jennifer found herself faced with one even more horrific. There was a form sprawled on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. With her purple scales bleached white, the vixen barely recognised Storm. The shaken vixen reached out a hand towards the dragoness, only to realise that she wasn't moving, her body still in death.

Jennifer burst into desperate tears, falling to her knees. Suddenly, Sky was crouched beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder.

"This is who we are without you, Jen" he said quietly.

The dragon gestured to Tali, who was still standing silently near the door. "Without you, Tali would be stuck with a master who barely acknowledged her existence. He would have got tired of her just lying there while he fumbled around and moved on to fresher pastures. The playful girl we all love would no longer have a hope of emerging, ground beneath her owner's antiquated attitudes." The skunk's form shimmered, her drab clothing returning to the skimpy attire she usually sported. Her dyed hair flowed freely again and, to Jennifer's great relief, the spark of barely-contained brat returned to her eyes.

Next, Sky pointed to Luna, who snarled at him. "Without you", he continued, "Luna would be nothing more than an animal; nothing more than a target for her master's frustrations. And her refusal to break would have driven him to hurt her more and more." Luna's appearance wavered as Tali's had, and the scars vanished from her body as she gave her owner a warm smile, her face no longer marred.

Sky turned to Storm's still form. "Without you..." Jennifer could hear the tremble in his voice. She knew the dragoness's lifeless form was only an illusion, but evidently it was far too realistic even for the one who had created it. Sky took a deep breath. "Without you..." he repeated, but clearly couldn't bring himself to continue. Storm's still form was suddenly purple again, the pool of blood disappearing instantly. As the scars, too, vanished, the dragoness sat up. Without thinking, Jennifer swept her into a hug, tears falling from her eyes.

She looked at Sky, who was still crouching with her. "Without you, Jen" he said, raising his hand to brush his collar, "I would be a dutiful slave to whoever bought me, but I wouldn't truly be a dragon. Without you, I would never have awakened my magic, to be able to show you all of this."

"Jenny," murmured Tali, coming to sit with them, "none of us are simply what you wanted us to be."

"We are who you've let us become" continued Luna.

"Your latent magic may have let you touch our minds," said Storm, "but it couldn't have altered what you found there."

Jennifer looked around at the concerned faces. Sky's demonstration had ripped apart any idea that her slaves were better off without her, but she was still troubled by Lily's accusation, her abortive training of Storm, and the idea she might have subconsciously influenced her slaves with her dormant telepathy.

Tali gazed into the vixen's eyes. "If you're so certain you 'altered' us," she said, reaching out a hand to caress Jennifer's cheek, "why don't you peek into our minds now? You'd recognise your own handiwork, wouldn't you?"

Jennifer frowned. "I... I can't. I don't know how, and even if I did, I would never invade your privacy-"

"It's not an invasion if we've invited you" interrupted Luna. "And as for not knowing how, I'm sure our resident magic-users can show you" she said, looking to the dragons for confirmation.

Sky nodded. "We can, Jen" he said. "If you're worried about abusing your magic, we don't even have to teach you how to use it; we can direct it ourselves."

Hesitantly, Jennifer nodded.

Sky and Storm reached out to take her hands. Sky had used his telepathy with her on several occasions, so she knew the physical contact wasn't necessary to use it, but the reassurance of their fingers entwined with hers was welcome nonetheless.

Jennifer closed her eyes as she felt the first brush of Sky's mind against hers. Gradually, the link between them grew in strength. She felt Sky slip into her head and do... something. It was as if a star had exploded inside her mind. Sky had told her once that the telepathic experience was not equal for the participants: the one whose magic was in use had much more control over the link, and experienced it much more deeply. As Sky took control of her magic and directed her mind back towards his, she realised just how different the two experiences were.

When Sky had been in control, he had sent her words, images, even sensations, but she had never been able to see more of his mind than he let her. However, as Sky opened himself to her magic, the blazing core of his personality was revealed to her. Here was his true self, seemingly sealed behind walls of unbreakable crystal. She knew that no power she could wield would breach those walls to alter the person within; the idea that she could have done so unconsciously was so absurd that she laughed, and felt Sky laugh with her.

Jennifer became aware of another presence in Sky's mind, and found Storm there with her. Gently, the vixen pushed at the dragoness's consciousness, which opened before her just as Sky's had done. As she gazed upon Storm's heart, now revealed to her, she knew that there were tears falling from her eyes. The shame and guilt the dragoness felt at her hermaphroditic nature were plainly seen as shadows coursing though the glowing light of her true self, but she could sense how dark the crystal had been before Storm had been saved by the vixen.

Behind both dragons, there seemed to be a presence; like them, yet not. With a start, Jennifer realised what it was: their Changed forms. Neither dragon used their feral forms much around the others, though the vixen knew they would often take to the skies by themselves, to enjoy the thrill of flight as well as more intimate pursuits. But as she looked closer at their other selves, Jennifer realised from where Sky's rarely-seen dominant streak came from, and where Storm had found the strength to recover from all she had been through.

Taking a deep breath, Jennifer directed her attention to her other slaves. She knew now she could not have affected Sky or Storm; could not have magically changed who they truly were. But the dragons had magic flowing through them as thickly as blood; they were well defended. Luna and Tali had no such magic to protect them from her subconscious invasions...

As she reached out to Luna's mind, the vixen found herself lost for words. The towering force of the wolfess's personality seemed barely contained, and the walls that shielded it were, if anything, stronger than those of the dragons. But what truly humbled Jennifer were the waves of love and devotion shining out from Luna's heart, directed solely at the vixen. Behind it, there were similar feelings for the others - especially Tali - but the sheer force of Luna's commitment to her owner was breathtaking. Yet even as she was overwhelmed by the depth of the wolfess's feelings for her, Jennifer noticed a shadow in Luna's heart. She tried to look closer, to sense what was troubling her slave, but the shade was elusive. Somehow, she sensed that Luna would discuss it when the time was right, but for now, she reluctantly moved on.

Tali, too, was well-defended, and as Jennifer beheld the dazzling core of the skunkette's mind, she realised she was looking on the true source of the gleam that always lingered in Tali's green gaze. The vixen laughed as she finally understood the skunkette's irrepressible nature: for her, love, sex and fun were the same thing, indistinguishable and inseparable.

Gradually, Sky and Storm guided Jennifer back into her own mind, showing the vixen her own core. The shadows that had been building ever since Storm's training had come to a sudden halt were melting away now, as Jennifer came to comprehend and embrace the true strength of her slaves' feelings, and her own feelings for them. She knew Lily's accusations would remain with her for some time, not least for the worries they had caused over her own past, but she also knew how totally she was loved by her slaves - her family.

As she opened her eyes, Jennifer looked around at her slaves as if seeing for the first time. With a smile, she realised that in many ways, she was. The concern on Luna's face, the curiosity on Tali's... even the looks of understanding Sky and Storm gave her... she truly understood them now. Opening her arms to them, they moved as one to embrace her, and she resolved to devote herself to them as totally as they were to her.

"I'm sorry" she whispered, barely loud enough for them to hear. "All the time we've lived together, I've never realised..." She sniffed as tears welled in her eyes. "I've never realised how much you all love me."

"Oh, Jenny," murmured Luna, smiling as her own eyes watered, "you've known all along. This just beat you over the head with it."

Jennifer snorted, then burst into laughter. "I guess you're right."

"Well," said Tali, "now that you're convinced that we're all sex mad because we want to be, not because you hypnotised us or something, I think we should continue where we left off last night."

There was a yellow flash, and the five furs found themselves sitting on top of Jennifer's bed. Somehow, their clothes had failed to make the trip with them. Luna and Tali looked suspiciously at Sky, but he was simply staring at Storm, who was suppressing a grin. "You'll have to teach me that one" he whispered to her.

Jennifer smiled happily at the giggling dragoness. "Would you like to be the center of attention again?" she asked.

Storm shook her head. "I think this time your four sex-slaves should show you just how much they love you." A devilish twinkle appeared in her eye. "And how very deeply..."

To the vixen's surprise, Luna sprang from the bed and started rummaging in a draw. With a happy cry, she held up two a pair of strap-on dildos. "Two extra helpings of hard, deep loving, coming up!" she said, throwing one of the faux members to Tali. "I was the first one Jen saved from a life of misery, so I get to - thoroughly - thank her first." Luna slipped the toy's harness up her long, muscular legs, but as she reached for a bottle of lube, Storm reached out and touched her arm.

"Actually..." whispered the dragoness, shyly, "I have a better idea." She hesitated for a moment before pulling the wolfess closer, so she could whisper in her ear.

Jennifer watched as Luna's eyes went wide, a grin slowly spreading across her face. The wolfess gestured to Tali and Sky, who crawled over the soft bedding to join the rather conspiratorial huddle. There were giggles and naughty glances thrown at the vixen as her four slaves plotted. She was happy to let them: as soon as they had all appeared naked on her bed, Jennifer had decided that she would give herself to her slaves as freely as they gave themselves to her, letting them do anything they wished. That Storm seemed to be taking the initiative in their scheming only added to her delight. With a final shared grin, the four broke their huddle and gazed on her in a rather predatory fashion.

Luna again reached for the bottle of lube, spreading the thick liquid over the inner toy of her strap-on. As she passed the bottle to Tali, the wolfess lay back on the sheets, quickly aiming the thick shaft at her treasure. As it started to spread her lips, her ice blue eyes latched on to Jennifer's. The vixen watched the ecstasy in that regard as, with a long, delighted groan, Luna pushed the faux member deep within her, her gaze never leaving her owner's. The wolf's moan trailed off as the toy's harness met her cleft, and Jennifer was slightly startled to realise that she, too, had been cooing with pleasure, just from the look in her slave's eyes.

Luna smiled up at the vixen. "Care to take a seat?" she asked, gesturing at the thick length now extending from her hips, which Tali was even now lubricating with a skilled hand.

"Gladly" said a grinning Jennifer, as she rose on her knees and moved to straddle the wolfess, facing towards Luna's head and lining her cunny up with the glistening shaft.

"Ah, ah!" Tali stopped her. "Other way round and other hole, please."

Jennifer raised an eyebrow at that, but quickly turned round, lifting her tail out of the way and lowering herself until the tip of the toy was nudging at her rear. She closed her eyes and whimpered in anticipation, only for a brush on her arm to make her gasp. She opened her violet eyes again, to see Tali, Sky and Storm all looking at her. Somehow, she knew from the looks on their faces that they wanted to watch the delight in her gaze as she took the toy, just as she had watched Luna.

Speaking of the wolfess, Jennifer felt hands on her hips, pulling her slowly, gently, but insistently downwards. The vixen hissed and moaned happily as the dildo stretched her tailhole, seeing the ecstasy she knew was shown on her face reflected in the smiles of the three furs watching her excitedly.

All too soon, she came to rest on Luna's hips, the toy buried to the hilt within her tight rear. She rocked slightly, relishing the feeling of the length shifting within her. The wolfess's hands drifted upwards, caressing her as they went. As the reached the level of her breasts, Luna began to pull; an unspoken command for Jennifer to lie back. She did so, groaning with bliss, until she was lying on top of Luna's muscular form.

She laid there, her treasure exposed, honey already starting to dampen her thighs, hoping silently that one of the others would accept the rather blatant invitation. As Sky stood, his blue length fully erect, she grinned. The dragon smiled back at her, but instead of moving towards her waist to bury his dragonhood deep into her waiting cleft, he positioned himself behind her head. A stroke on her cheek, and the vixen realised his intent. She tilted her head back, getting an upside-down view of the dragon's rampant member. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth.

Sky wasted no time, shifting forward until the tip of his shaft encountered his owner's lips. At that touch, he thrust forward a little; enough for the head of his length to slip into the vixen's mouth. She began to suck greedily, her tongue encouraging him to feed her more of his member.

As she worked happily on Sky's dragonhood, Jennifer felt yet another of her slaves position themselves between her and Luna's legs. Suddenly, there was a hot, ridged surface rubbing at her cleft. With a delighted shiver, she realised it was Storm's maleness. The vixen, like all the others, had become intimately acquainted with the herm dragon's shaft the day before, but that had mostly been while riding the dragoness as she lay, writhing and wailing in delight, on the padded floor of the cuddle room. Now the normally-timid Storm was taking the initiative, about to become an active participant in their loving.

Some small part of Jennifer's mind was gleefully looking forward to exploring Storm's fully-embraced sexuality, but it was quickly silenced as the dragoness suddenly impaled her in one long, mind-blowing thrust. The vixen wailed at the exquisite fullness she was feeling, every hole now stretched to capacity by cocks both silicon and flesh.

Ever since she had secretly watched Sky and Storm in their Changed forms, fucking by the side of the lake, Jennifer had been fantasizing about lying on her bed, being taken in both ends by her draconic slaves. Now that fantasy was not just coming true, but made even more overwhelming by the presence of Luna as well. Her mind reeling from the pleasure, the vixen's only concern was that there was no room left for Tali to join in.

She soon realised she had worried unnecessarily, as the skunkette straddled her and sat on her stomach. There was... something, lying between her breasts as well, and as Tali began to massage her owner's mounds, rocking backwards and forwards, the vixen realised her fourth slave was now wearing her own strap-on toy, and was happily using Jennifer to give it a tit-job, the motion pleasuring the skunkette through the toy in her own treasure.

The others, too, began their own movement. Even Luna, who was now supporting the weight of both Jennifer and Tali, was using her strong physique to send thrust after thrust driving into the vixen; only an inch or two, but powerful and unrelenting, and with the thick dragonhood also stretching her snatch, more than enough.

Jennifer surrendered herself to the pleasure her slaves... her friends... her family... were giving her. She could feel tears falling from her eyes again; not from the despair and depression she had felt earlier, but from the sheer happiness she was feeling.

She could feel herself nearing what promised to be the first of many climaxes, when Sky brushed his fingers across her cheek. "Can I use my telepathy with you, Jen?" he asked softly. Jennifer, her mouth full of his shaft, somehow managed to mumble and gesture her consent.

Her mind was rapidly overwhelmed with pure, sexual rapture. Dimly, in the short moment before her first orgasm, she realised that Sky was taking the pleasure he and the others were feeling, and was piping it, raw and undiluted, straight into her mind. It was a sensation unlike any she had ever felt before. With a cock-muffled howl, she came... and came... and came.

A few hours later, when she had time to recover, Jennifer would realise that she had almost fallen unconscious at the first climax, but that Sky had kept her awake, kept her screaming in ecstasy, through countless orgasms, each more potent than any she had felt before, until they blended together and trying to keep track was meaningless. But that was for later. For now, the vixen was too busy cumming to think.

Cumming, surrounded by the love the others felt for her, which she returned, full measure.