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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 56 - Small Beginnings

_ SPOILER WARNING : This chapter contains no real spoilers, but may be confusing if you are unfamiliar with the setting of the series. Read on if you wish, or click on Chapter 1 to the right to start at the beginning._

Alesstu moaned as she was slapped in her delicate mouse face, cowering on her knees, looking up at the cruel dragon face, it's eyes a bright red, large teeth jutting from its muzzle.

"How dare you even look at me, you worthless mouse slave!" said Rothnys.

Alesstu held her hands up in front of her, "Oh.. please Sir dragon... please don't eat me!" Her large ears twitched and folded back.

Rothnys folded his arms and looked down at the brown and gray patterned mouse, her naked breasts heaving with her trembling breaths. "Why would I spare such a delicious meal, slave?"

The mouse shuffled forward on her knees and nuzzled at the erect cock in front of her face, "I'll do anything.. anything you want... please spare me!" Her long pink tail pressed flat to the floor as she whined.

Rothnys groaned as the sensitive tip of his cock was nuzzled, then licked. He quickly grabbed the mouse and pulled her head forward, thrusting at her muzzle. "I'll let you live as long as you keep pleasuring me. But fail me, and I'll dine on your tits! I'll lick out your eyes!"

Alesstu closed her eyes and moaned, "Yes Master! I'll be your good little whore... oh... it's so BIG! So huge... I can't fit it all in!"

Rothnys let out a laugh, "Then I'll just MAKE it fit, slut!" He thrust into her small mouse muzzle, feeling the back of her throat resist, then take him. Oooh... that felt good!

The mouse struggled, but took the cock into her throat, bobbing her head and sucking for all she was worth. She had to... he would eat her if she stopped pleasing him... had to let him use her body. She fingered herself as she sucked him, wet and hot. Helpless on her knees, completely owned by the powerful dragon lord! She moaned around his cock, and suddenly coughed and choked as cum spurted into her unready mouth. She pulled back, hacking and got a spurt across her furry face. "Accccckk!"

Rothnys ngggged as he came, and panted, shivering... he had tried, but just couldn't hold back. "Uhhh.. sorry..." he said and flumped down onto the bed.

Alesstu pouted, "Awww... just when it was getting good too!"

Rothnys pulled at the rubber dragon mask on his head, shoving it off his fox muzzle to rest on his head like a wrinkled hat. "Damn, it's hard to breathe in that."

Alesstu giggled and climbed into bed with her 'Master' to cuddle next to him. She was still horny, but maybe that could be fun too. She squirmed, "Big bad dragon had his fun, and now the poor slave has to suffer in torment and need."

Rothnys grinned and cupped a furry breast, "Poor little slave..." He laughed.

Alesstu sighed and said, "I wish I could really be your slave."

Rothnys said, "Well... you can... just only when we are alone."

Alesstu said, "It's not the same." Her bottom lip curled into another pout, "I could get up and leave and you couldn't stop me. It's not REAL slavery."

Rothnys grinned, "You couldn't leave if I used the handcuffs on you!"

Alesstu shook her head, "Yes I could. If I told you to let me loose or I'd scream, you would let me go!"

"But you wouldn't do that.. you like our play!"

Alesstu snuggled tighter against the male fox and sighed. That was just it, it was only play. It was fun play, but she wanted it to be real. But slavery was a delicate subject. The dragons did it for real, and the people they took had families and friends that missed them. Even all the way near the west coast, far from the dragon borders you can find people who have suffered. She had to hide her particular kink, and it was only a stroke of luck that she found a willing partner in Rothnys. Even if he DID have a frustratingly hair trigger. She closed her eyes and squirmed at her desire, imagining she was being held by a real Master, not letting her cum until she learned her lesson. Hurr!

...

Alesstu and Rothnys jerked awake as the door to the foxes room opened suddenly. A large, graying fox looked angrily at the two furries. He stared at the naked body of the mouse a few heartbeats longer than he should have then turned his head and pointed at the door. "Out! Get out!"

Alesstu squeaked and grabbed her clothes, quickly scrambling past the elder fox. "Sir.. I..."

"OUT!" shouted Rothnys' father. He turned on the boy who was pulling off a, what was that... a dragon mask? How vile! He grabbed it from the fox and held it out, looking at it. "Is this how I brought you up? Your aunt's cousin was taken by those beasts. What would she think if she saw you with this?"

Alesstu struggled to get into her clothes, listening to the older fox yell at his son. She scrubbed at the side of her face, still stained with cum and flushed in shame and embarrassment He had to have seen that!

"Dad, I... it..."

"Even worse, that is a MOUSE! You know how I feel about seeing girls outside our species. Do you see what kind of filthy ideas they bring? I am deeply ashamed as your actions, son."

Alesstu finally got herself presentable and fled from the house, not wanting to hear any more.

...

After cleaning herself up in her small apartment Alesstu sat on her own bed, unsure if she should pout or cry. "Oh to hell with it!" she said. She was going to get angry, that was a MUCH better feeling than shame or sadness. "Stupid fox! Just a mouse. What's wrong with being a mouse? Dumb stick in the mud family. There are plenty of inter-species marriages Happens all the time," she said, complaining to nobody in particular. It was true. While most marriages were between members of the same species, it was not at all uncommon to see a mixed marriage, and most people didn't care. Children was a problem, as mixed marriages only VERY rarely produced a child, and that could sometimes be trouble, but adoption or surrogates was always an option. She grumbles. "Bastard took my mask too. She hoped she could get it back."

A knock on her door startled her. She smoothed her whiskers and opened it, surprised to see Rothnys standing there. "Oh... I... come in!"

Rothnys looked uncomfortable and shook his head. He handed her a bag containing what remained of the dragon mask. "I.. I'm sorry.. my father he kinda tore it up."

Alesstu looked sadly at the bag. It had taken her a lot of time to find someone willing to make that! She pouted, "Well... it wasn't very good anyway. Maybe we..."

Rothnys blurted out, "I can't see you anymore."

Alesstu couldn't say she was surprised, but WAS disappointed "Because your father said not to? Come on... you're twenty years old. He can't tell you what to do anymore!"

Rothnys wrung his hands unhappily, "I'm the eldest. When father retires, the business will go to me... unless... unless he disowns me. Which he will do if I ever see you again. He let me come here to tell you... but I'm sorry... I can't..."

Alesstu felt sorry for the guy. Even if he was a few years older than her, he had grown up in comfort She had been an orphan, and had been on her own for years now. She thought if she had the chance to be with her parents, real parents... maybe she would have dumped HIM to keep them. Even so, it still strung and left an ache in her chest.

Unwilling to prolong the experience any longer, Rothnys said... "Bye..." and turned to leaving the mouse standing in the doorway.

Alesstu stepped back and closed the door, mentally shutting another on that part of her life. She sat down and sniffled, then threw the bag onto the floor. No! She shook her head. "I am NOT going to get all depressed and mopey. This is not the worst thing that's ever happened to me." She focused on the positive she was good at that. Being happy was... well it was all she wanted. And it was easy. Just focus on something that you enjoy, and forget everything else. She knew most of her friends thought she was a ditzy airhead, always giggling and laughing and wanting to have fun, but she didn't care. It made her feel GOOD to laugh and squeal in delight, and people could think whatever they wanted. She knew what made her happy, and worked hard to make sure she got it! So, what now?

The mouse looked around the tiny apartment. Her odd jobs didn't pay for much of a place. She wasn't in any danger of being kicked out onto the street, she made very sure of that. But working in a career or finding some trade just didn't appeal to her. What she wanted, was to be a slave. She didn't understand WHY she liked it.. but that sinking feeling when a Dom begin to order her around felt SOOO good. And while she was capable of fending for herself.. the idea of being owned and cared for. It was so.. comforting. And damn hot! A male that can make her drop to her knees at a look... ooooh.... her legs quivered at the thought. But those were few and far between. Most guys said they liked the idea when she brought it up, but a quick blowjob or fuck and they were back to normal. It was just a bedroom game to them. She wanted it all the time. She didn't want to PLAY at being owned, she wanted a male that REALLY used her. That made her know she was HIS, forever.

Her thoughts wandered back to the one place she knew she could find that. The Dragon Empire. It featured in many of her fantasies, and she read all she could get her little mouse hands on. A lot of it was crap. But over the years she had begin to sort fact from fiction. She had at one time considered joining a college to study dragons, maybe even go there to learn more in person. But she couldn't deal with all the stuffy academics she had talked to. But she had learned much in a few visits to their libraries. She knew it would be foolish to simply walk up and offer herself up as a slave. She could be raped and killed right there! Or sold to a dragon who just wanted to eat her. Or put to work in some deep, dirty mine. She squirmed a bit... that kind of turned her on... but only as the start of a fantasy. Dirty, black from dust... slaving away... until a shining dragon sees her and takes her away to clean her up and make her his sex slave.

No, it wasn't a good idea at all to get caught on purpose. But she knew there was more to dragon society than just enslaving furries. Dragons had harems. Those were special. Protected by dragon laws, and usually treated well. While still slaves, they were considered more than just property. They were treasures. A furry COULD, with help, enter into a contract with a dragon to be a harem slave. One had to be very careful, as dragons were sneaky... but they DID appreciate willing slaves. She thought of being dressed up in silks, dancing for her Master... then undressing him... licking...

She gave her face a slap, "Quit fantasizing. Either pack your things and go, or forget the whole thing."

She looked at the bag lying on the floor, a scrap of green rubber visible. She scrunched up her face and made her decision.

...

Alesstu knocked on the door to her former boyfriend's home. She listened for footsteps and when the door opened she barged right in. "Hiii! Here to see daddy."

The house maid blinked, stepping back in surprise, "Miss, ahhh.. you're not supposed to be in here, Sir said..."

The petite mouse bounced past her and quickly made her way deeper into the familiar house. She made sure to wait until her former boyfriend's father was alone before seeing him. She opened the door to his study, shutting it behind her as she gave a big smile to the fox that had changed her life. For the better, if she had anything to do about it!

Dansys glared at the mouse, "You are NOT welcome here. What are you doing in my home? Get out!"

Alesstu smiled sweetly, "I wanted to talk to you about that... I was thinking, as long as Rothnys and I are in the same town, we will keep running into each other... talking.. and doing.. who knows what..." She giggled sweetly, but with a gleam in her eye.

Dansys stood and pointed, "My son will NOT consort with the likes of YOU!"

Alesstu struck a seductive pose, "Oh... has it really been so long since you were a young fox? I think he will be back for more..."

The elder fox put on a disgusted look, "Over my dead body he will."

Alesstu pouted, "Now now.. no need to be insulting. I think we can BOTH have what we want here."

Dansys suddenly blinked and scowled, "Oh.. it's money you are after is it? That's why you went after my son in the first place, isn't it!"

Alesstu had of course noticed his family's wealth... but in reality it was finding him looking at dirty pictures in the library that got her attention. He claimed he was just interested in anatomy, but once Alesstu saw it was pictures of naked DRAGONS she had to admit her own interests in the sexy creatures, and their intellectual interest quickly took a more, physical aspect. She shook her head, "I don't want your money." She had given this encounter some thought and proceeded with the not quite truth, "I'm going to make my OWN fortune. There is tons of money to be made in the dragon borderlands, and once I'm rich I'll move to the capital. I never want to see this place again. All I want is a ride there."

Dansys narrowed his eyes in a calculating look. He was involved in trade, and could easily arrange to send her to off, and at very little cost to him. He had many furry shippers that moved goods to the east. That was the way the economy worked. Furries made weapons and food and luxury goods, sending them east where the dragons paid in gold and jewels and metals that were rare or even nonexistent in the furry lands. But he did not like being blackmailed. He had a STERN talk with his son, surely he would know to stay away from the little strumpet.

Alesstu sweetly said, "Distance is the only way to heal my poor, broken heart. I think if I stay I might just beg him to take me back. Every time I see him. Everywhere... and remind him all the things I can, and did do for, and to him..."

Dansys made a fist in anger. The little bitch WAS blackmailing him. He didn't like it, but a lifetime of making deals made it clear that for the small expense, it would eliminate a possibly very embarrassing problem. He thought about other ways of eliminating her, but shook his head at even thinking of such a thing. He might be ruthless in business and politics, but he was no killer. Besides... hiring someone would be expensive, and being caught would be even more expensive. He sighed, "Fine. Fine! Get out of here. Someone will contact you. Do NOT come back here, or speak to my son even once or the deal is off, understand?"

Alesstu bowed, "Yes, Sir!" Her grin wasn't faked at all.

...

"So, you're the special package I am to deliver to the eastern Provence, hmmm?" said a white and black spotted canine.

Alesstu nodded, looking at the middle aged Dalmatian He had the look of a rugged outdoorsman, not someone who merely watched over cargo. The eastern lands could be dangerous, so she suspected he could do much more than just look intimidating. She smiled and said, "I'm Alesstu." She was on board one of the train cars where he had put her an hour earlier, and she had waited in anticipation for the train to get going. She had never ridden on one of the big steam driven machines before, and was eager to be on her way. Loading and unloading the various goods took much longer than she had thought, but now she could tell things were about to get underway. The car was mostly filled with goods, but had a small living space for the, she didn't even know what to call him. Mercenary? Hired gun? Guard? Someone who was paid to watch over the goods, and today, paid to take along a passenger.

Sarl looked up and down at the small mouse. "You don't LOOK pregnant."

Alesstu coughed, "What?"

Sarl said, "You think you are the first girl I've been asked to relocate after she got knocked up? Usually they get sent to someplace better than the eastern borders though."

Alesstu said, "I'm not pregnant!" Then she stared, "What do you mean, not the first... he sent more away? Who? When?"

Sarl waved a hand, "No, you're the first from this client, but not the first I have seen. I travel all over, and watch over more than just one lords cargo."

Alesstu ohed and nodded.

Sarl said, "You must have done SOMETHING awful to get sent to where you are going."

"I didn't get sent anywhere. I ASKED to go here."

Sarl was the one to look taken aback, just as the train started moving.

Alesstu lost her balance a bit, and was saved by a steady hand on her shoulder.

"Why would a little thing like you want to go to the eastern Provence? It's close to the eastern borders."

"I'm not going to the eastern Provence. I'm going all the way to the border itself."

Sarl shook his head, "That is a bad idea, little girl. Besides, I'm being paid to take you to the provincial border."

Alesstu hrmphed, "I'm not a little girl. I'm quite old enough to take care of, and think for myself."

Sarl said, "You wouldn't last five minutes at the borders. A slaver would see you and snatch you out of dark alley before you could even ask for directions."

Alesstu said, "I know... so I'll need a guide, and a contact with a trustworthy dragon to speak to."

Sarl laughed, "Trustworthy? They are all vicious, nasty killers."

Alesstu said, "I have some business I am sure they will be interested in. All I need is an introduction, and guarantee of my safety while we talk. Dragons don't go back on their word, even if you have to be VERY careful exactly what those words are. They are sneaky and tricky bastards. They may not be able to blatantly lie, but will mislead, trick or manipulate you. All the while reading your thoughts. Not mind readers, but they can see things we can't."

Sarl looked impressed, "Well, you do seem to know a BIT more about them than I thought. What kind if 'business' opportunity could you possibly offer?"

Alesstu smirked, "If I told you that, you would just bring the idea to them yourself!" She didn't want to admit that what she was offering them, was herself. She knew he would refuse. He had that look to him. He would try and protect her just like he protected his cargo.

Sarl laughed, "Very possibly, if only to keep you out of danger. All right... I won't pry into whatever harebrained scheme you have, but you still have a problem. I've only been paid to take you to the provincal border, it's still quite a ways to the borderlands, especially if you have no guide or contacts."

Alesstu said, "You certainly have contacts. You could be my guide. Find me a dragon to talk to safely. I can pay."

Sarl said, "You can, eh? Did whoever wants you gone give you a bit of a bribe too?"

Alesstu swayed as the car moved, letting the canine catch her and leaning into him unexpectedly She looked up and let out a soft giggle, "My coin pouch is empty... bur yours sure isn't."

Sarl's eyes widened as he felt the little mouse's hand cup him. He let out a nnnngh as fingers did... things down there. "Uhhhhh..." was all he managed to say, his pants suddenly way too tight.

Alesstu quickly reached into the dog's pants, helping shift him to a more comfortable position, having had plenty of experience with discrete play. She kept her hand there and traces with her fingers. "It's a LONG trip... and this is my one chance to make my dreams come true. I'll make sure yours do as well..." She leaned into his chest and nuzzled, her other hand taking his and guiding it to her chest. She winced as he squeezed a bit too roughly, but didn't mind... she knew a dragon would be much rougher, and she loved a man who could take charge. Maybe by the time they got to the border she will have trained this one to play the kinds of games SHE liked.

Sarl said, "I.. erm... I can't promise anything... I... ohhhhhh..." Somehow his pants had fallen around his ankles, and the little mouse had grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled herself into his arms. He backed up against a wall and grabbed her ass to support her.

Alesstu pulled herself up, her gymnastics practice coming in handy, and expertly sat down on the canines shaft. She wore nothing under her short dress, and was wet and ready as she let herself be taken, moaning loudly and lustfully and kissing the doggy.

Sarl quickly forgot everything but the hot, horny and VERY talented mouse fucked him silly. By the time he lay exhausted and spent on the small cot he decided that he would take her right to the dragon capital herself if every night would be like this!

...

It was a long trip, but it passed quickly. Alesstu had introduced the spotted dog to all kinds of fun play, and was surprised to find he enjoyed being tied up as much as tying her up. It had taken her half the trip to get him comfortable with the idea, and she never used the words slave or Master... just using ropes as another sex toy or game. She didn't think he would be comfortable with the whole Master/slave idea, especially where he was taking her. She enjoyed the days, and nights of the trip. An older male can be fun in some ways, more experienced and longer lasting, but she still preferred someone closer to her own age. The dog was nice, but he was no dragon either.

Ever since they had passed into the borderlands, he had made her stay inside and lock the door behind him. He took no chances. It was unlikely that any furry slavers would find her, they stayed away from anywhere there were lots of guards or soldiers, but he insisted on keeping her safe. She suspected he just didn't want anyone to see her, but her safety was probably also a real concern for him. He got more nervous as they got closer to the actual dragon border, but she was steadfast in her determination to see this through.

She wished she could see out. The door to the car had windows, but Sarl had shuttered them when they got close to the border and told her to keep them closed at all times. She wanted to see out, maybe even see a dragon! Bordertown was a notorious place. It was a large city sitting right on the furry and dragon border. The city in fact was split right in half, with dragons on one side and furries on the other. They were in the commercial district, where goods were shipped in both directions. The dragons had little to no farmland of their own, so required constant shipments of food. They also put so much of their effort into the war that common trade goods were made by furries. Dragons shipped out raw ore to get back smelted steel and weapons. Furries provided food, wood, textiles and everything else the dragons refused or were unable to make.

She would be leaving the car before it moved into the dragon lands. There would be inspections on both sides. Furries making sure no illegal goods, or slaves were being shipped in, and dragons making sure no furries tried to sneak in to rescue slaves or otherwise cause harm. If one wanted to buy or sell illegal goods, one had to go to the rough district. The name was not badly chosen. By mutual agreement, neither side heavily patrolled those areas. One could easily find themselves taken in a dark alley, just as Sarl had warned. It was where much of the slave trade was organized. Most of the actual pick ups and drop offs were done elsewhere of course, always moving about so the furry officials couldn't easily stop them.

Alesstu knew that the furries COULD stop much more of the slave trade if they wanted. But the cost would be great. Dragons took their slaves in two ways. By buying them from furry traders who kidnapped or tricked their victims into coming with them, and by sending out dragon patrols to more directly take prisoners Dragons had a strange sense of honor, and were quite willing to accept losses if any of their own dragon raiders were captured or caught. If the furries added more patrols, the dragons simply increased the size of their raiding parties. And the bigger the numbers, the higher the losses were. Over 70 years ago the furry government decided to try and reduce the number of victims after a few high profile kidnappings of well connected leaders. They sent a large number of troops to the borders.

It was a disaster of course. The dragons responded with a buildup of their own, and even when there were no active raids, border clashes happened with angry furries and dragon eager for a fight and prizes. Deaths quickly mounted, the furries had to send more and more troops to reinforce and replace losses and it very nearly turned into a full scale war. Luckily a truce was declared and the furries pulled back, and the dragons settled back into their normal behavior of small, regular raids.

Alesstu felt somewhat guilty about what she was doing. She knew furries were being raped and tortured, and worse by the dragons. But she was willing. She was NOT a victim... and she couldn't control what an entire race did. She would do what she could to help, but she couldn't change what she was. She was submissive. She wanted to serve. She knew that as deep as she knew she was a woman. There were feelings and emotions and sensations and pleasures she got ONLY when serving a Dominant male. She could get some of that with play... but she wanted to live it. She wanted to BE owned, not just pretend. She promised herself that she would do what she could for someone if given the chance. She had a few ideas.

Soon she would get her wish. Saul said he would make contact quickly, as he would be turning around and heading back on the next train. She made it clear she was staying, regardless if he found someone or not. She didn't want to risk him pretending to fail just to get her out of her. She would do it too. A dragon would understand what she wanted. There had to be plenty around!

After far too long of a wait, the door opened. She gasped when instead of Saul, she saw a much larger figure. A dragon! He was tall, so very tall. Broad shouldered, thick muscular legs, and a long tail. Not thin and skinny like a furry tail, but muscled and powerful. She had long fantasized about just what a tail could do. She found herself backing up, intimidated by the big creature and unsure of his intentions. Was he going to take her?

She was relieved to see Saul standing behind the dragon.

"I thought it best if he came to you. Safer too," said Saul.

"Thank you... wow... that.. that's a big dragon!"

The dragon grinned, his teeth as big as the rest of his red, scaled body. He was covered in a pattern of reddish scales, going from nearly orange to a deep red. The colors were a patchwork, giving him a mottled, but not unpleasant look. "So.. you have a business proposition? Why don't you come with me and we will talk about it."

Alesstu giggled, "And then a kidnapping after the talk, or even during? I don't think so."

Saul said, "Pahan! You promised you would do her no harm while you talked."

Pahan turned his head with another grin, "Inside this little box, yes..."

Saul said, "Do NOT go anywhere with him, Alesstu... he is right.. I made him promise not to harm you while he talked with you here, but that means only this car is safe, dammit."

Alesstu said, "I doubt he is going to kidnap me in full view of all the workers and guards and soldiers here. Even a big dragon like him couldn't fight his way out of... oh... maybe a hundred furries? Ninety maybe.. but not a hundred." She was nervous, and scared.. but something about seeing a dragon gave her the courage to keep her cool. She wanted to touch him, feel him, explore his body... ohhh.. explore every inch. Her eyes roamed over him lustfully and she had to remind herself that fun would come later. She needed to focus. Now! Back to business.

"Saul.. please leave us."

"I don't think I should..."

"Please, what I have to say is for his ears only. I promise to scream if I get into trouble."

Saul didn't look reassured, but with further prodding he finally left, closing the door, and leaving her alone.

The dragon licked his lips as he looked over the small female. A mouse. Little. He liked that. "What sort of business did you have in mind? Trade? Information?"

"I have a slave I'd like to sell."

Pahan cocked his head, glancing around but quickly deciding there was nowhere to hide a furry here. "Oh? Male? Female? You have them captured, or will you need help? The price will be MUCH less if they are not already taken."

Alesstu took a breath, and let her dress slip from her shoulders and onto the floor. She soon followed, dropping to her knees and putting her hands behind her back. She bowed her head and said, "I'm right here... Sir."

Pahan hissed as he saw the furry drop to her knees. He felt his cock twitch at the sight, tail flicking behind him. "My my my. This is not what I was expecting. I must admit I had been planning to trick you into at LEAST a good fuck, if not a capture. Looks like I won't need to trick you into my bed, or chains at all! Come along then, I'll take you straight to..."

Alesstu said, "No... I am not stupid, or innocent or naive I am not going to just let some random dragon take me. I will chose the dragon I go to. I will not go to a slave auction, but a private harem sale. It will be binding to the dragon that buys me, to be released back in furry lands if he dismisses me." She bit her lip, hoping everything she read had been correct.

Pahan said, "A harem sale, hmmm? Well now." He looked at the mouse once more, eying her up. "Show me what you have to offer."

Alesstu knew dragons disliked furries because they did not follow the dragons complicated, and often hard to understand concepts of hierarchy For furries, it was rather simple. In dragon lands, they were slaves, and submitted at all times. She said, "Yes Sir." Dropping to all fours she crawled forward and bent her nose down to the dragons foot, and licked. She shivered as she did so... she was SO horny. Her pussy was soaked and she felt the need to finger herself SO bad. The taste was... not unpleasant. She licked along the smooth hide of his foot, the scale pattern not really scales, but more like a coloration pattern. But she could feel very slight lines along the 'scales' with her sensitive tongue, so it was more than just simple colors that made that distinctive dragon-scale pattern. She loved to lick, and the thought of a furrle's body, where she could lick ANYWHERE and not get a mouthful of fur turned her on greatly. She slipped her tongue between the dragons toes, making sure to show him she was truly submissive. She was well practiced after years of bondage and domination play, and made sure to show nothing but submission and obedience.

Pahan mrrred at the obedient mousie. Unlike most furries, she did seem to understand how to act. Not just some dumb animal who walked on two legs, but a real person. He nodded to himself, yes... she would sell for a good price. And by bringing her in, he would get a nice finder's fee. He pondered seeing just how good she was... but now was not the time. He understood why she wanted the meeting in private. That other furry would NOT understand and would try and interfere. He said, "Put your clothes back on, girl."

Alesstu shivered at the command, and the tone and nodded... "Yes.... Master?"

Pahan shook his head, "You had it right before. Sir is my title. You have no Master. Yet."

Alesstu quickly dressed and said, "Will you guarantee my safe passage to a harem sale? In writing? I'm no dragon, I can't remember every detail like you can. I need something I can see and read and make sure I'm not making a mistake. Or being tricked."

Pahan looked annoyed but said, "Yes, yes, of course. You will be given a contract and once signed, a provisional collar, good for 30 days. It will grant you temporary citizenship, with all the benefits and obligations that entails." What she said was true. Furries had no minds for details, not like dragons. He looked down at her with a superior smirk.

Alesstu said, "I want to go to the capital. Not some small outpost."

"That is acceptable. It would fetch me the highest reward as well."

"If for whatever reason I can't find a buyer, I also want a guarantee of safe transport back here, and a ticket back to the furry capital."

Pahan hmmed. He would need to provide that himself, if he were to close this deal without involving others. She could be trying to get a free ride out of him, but thought it was unlikely. A long trip to the capital and a stay in the harem house was rather risky for a train ticket. He decided it was a small risk and agreed.

"I want, and again, in writing, guarantees I will not be harmed, or forced to do anything against my will unless I agree to be bought."

Pahan shook his head, 'I can't do that. If you commit a crime, you will be punished. I have no authority to prevent that."

Alesstu nodded, "Ok, you promise that I will be safe from harm or force long as I break no laws." She added, "Wait... I'll be safe from anything except punishments for the law, and ONLY that law that I break."

Pahan wasn't sure to be amused or upset that she caught that one. Her first statement would have meant that if she broke any law, no matter how minor, her protection would be lost.

Alesstu took a deep breath and held out her hand, "Deal?"

The dragon took it and shook with a feral grin. "Deal."

Alesstu hoped she knew what she was getting into. She didn't of course. But not all surprises are bad...