Fates of the Unicorns 78 - Turnabout
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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 78 - Turnabout
This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!
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Tamira knelt on the floor before the two dragons, the defeated stallion at her side. Both sexes were represented here, but the two pair couldn't be any different. The two dragons were confident and dominant as they cuddled on the couch, looking down at the two submissive unicorns that were under their power, and they all knew it. Tamira shivered a bit, aware once more of her nakedness and vulnerability. She didn't like either of those, and the combination was even more unpleasant. It was unfair really, since both dragons were just naked. She tried not to squirm as her pussy sent out a mixture of sensations from the dildo strapped tightly in it. The base of it was sunk deep into her sex, sore from the dildo having been slapped and knocked around during the wrestling match. She had won, but that damn dildo made her struggle more that she should have against an untrained stallion, even if he was a big one. Her eyes snapped up to Rahmor's blue face as she heard him inhale, then down at his feet to await his orders.
"Well done, slave," Rahmor said to his unicorn slave guard. "To the victor goes the spoils, so as promised, the winner fucks the loser. You may rape the little bitch now." He pulled Zoriah's green body against him, a hand on her thigh to stroke and run his claws along it, eliciting little moans and churrs from the dragoness. He let out a rumble of his own as one of her hands slid up his kilt to run her fingers lightly over his balls.
Tamira looked down between her legs and gulped, and heard a similar noise from the stallion beside her. The dildo she was wearing was a replica of her Master's cock. That would be bad enough as dragon dicks were huge, even compared to stallions. It was also covered in extended spikes and spines. It must have been molded when he was in his 'angry' state. She shuddered, imagining what such a thing would do to the poor stallions ass. She ran her finger along the underside. The rubber wasn't sharp like a knife tip, but was quite hard and quite capable of ravaging the soft flesh of anyone unlucky enough to have it used on them.
Girly stared at the replica cock. So far his Mistress only used such things on herself. She liked to watch him and her other two stallion slaves fuck each other while she watched, playing games and testing their endurance. He didn't enjoy getting fucked up the ass by his brother slaves, but sometimes it was preferable if she was in the mood to force one of her boys to fuck himself raw. Literally. That dildo however was another thing entirely. The thought of taking that monster made him squirm and whine, then grit his teeth at the idea of that bitch being the one to do it. The one that cost him his balls. Fuck!
Tamira heard the whine and winced. She was no stranger to delivering beat downs to bandits or knocking heads to end a bar fight. She had even killed when coming across a band of furry slavers on a scouting mission with her former unicorn warriors. She had no desire to inflict pain just because of some stupid contest. Unicorns were better than that. Dragons might enjoy such things, but she certainly didn't. She raised her head and said, "I think I proved who is the better fighter, Master. I don't want the... reward."
Girly flushed at the fresh reminder of his humiliating fight. She had used his cock as a fucking handhold as she flipped him over her back, slamming his neck and head against the floor. He was still a little woozy, and a lot humiliated! The reminder made the humiliation flare even as his horn dealt with the damage, sending a familiar ache through him at the accelerated healing. He tried not to show his relief at hearing she didn't want to take him. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction, knowing that's what she wanted. To further humiliate him.
Rahmor hmmmed down at Tamira before he spoke. "A dragon wouldn't hesitate to further enforce his dominance over anyone weaker and inferior to them."
Girly flushed again at being called inferior, boring holes into the carpet with his gaze.
Tamira said, "I'm sure a dragon would jump at the chance, Master."
"Indeed we would. Do you not feel like you have earned such a position over him? Do you need to fight him again to further prove yourself? You don't see yourself as the superior fighter?"
"No Master, I clearly won. I just don't wish to hurt him without need."
Rahmor said slowly, "You don't want to claim the reward then?"
Tamira had to admit a part of her was tempted, even just a little. A chance to pay back just a bit of her own suffering to the male gender. Show one what it's like to have their body invaded and used. Make them hurt like they hurt her, but Tamira instead shook her head, "No Master." The mare dared glance in the stallion's direction to give him a sympathetic smile, hoping to reassure him and felt a chill as she didn't see the expected look of relief or gratitude, but instead a knowing gleam in his eyes as he too glanced back at her.
Rahmor said, "Fine. The reward is yours to claim, Girly. Do you wish it?"
"Yes Sir!" said the stallion eagerly. That stupid bitch might have gotten lucky by taking him down, but she clearly didn't understand how things worked in dragon lairs. One never turned down a reward, especially when it was won in battle or a contest.
"Wh.. what?" sputtered Tamira as she watched the stallion start to move in her direction. Her tail tucked between her legs as she looked up at Rahmor. "But... urk!" She felt a tail wrap tightly around her throat and tug her forward. It was Zoriah who pulled her forward onto all fours, then trapped her head between a pair of powerful green thighs, Tamira's nose pushed up under the tight green dress and smelling the damp scent of an aroused dragoness. It was an alluring smell, one she only got a whiff off before an unpleasant smack to her ass turned her attention to the stallion behind her. She squirmed as much as she could, her rear unpleasantly exposed, her cheeks pressed against Zoriah's strong and warm legs.
At a nod from Rahmor, Zoriah reached down to unstrap the dildo from Tamira's thighs, pulling the double ended thing out with a wet sucking noise.
Tamira gasped as the long rubber shaft was pulled from her sex, feeling cool air hit her nethers as her body was positioned, now feeling open and vulnerable. She shivered, already regretting her decision and half wondering if it was too late to change her mind.
Girly knelt eagerly behind the mare, running his hands all over her, his erection no longer solely because of the tight cock-ring but now his own arousal. He shuffled forward with one hand on his cock to guide it as he pushed the tip against Tamira's waiting sex.
Tamira squirmed as she was felt up, and gritted her teeth at the feel of stallion cock at the entrance to her sex. He was eager, almost desperate in his groping and touching, and to her dismay was equally quick and needy with his cock as well. She grunted as she felt the stallion mount her with no warning or warm up. She winced and groaned, the smooth cock feeling strange and small compared to the large and ribbed dragon cock she had been forced to accommodate. She felt humiliation and anger welling up inside her. How could he do this to her? They were both unicorns, didn't that count for anything? They were better than this! She was almost resigned to being raped by dragons. It didn't even feel like a violation some times. It was more like they were a force of nature. One didn't scream at the wind or a storm when it forced you down and drenched you in it's rain. They were like animals hunting prey, and like a wild tiger, one either stayed out of it's way or got eaten. But a unicorn raping her was nothing at all like that. It wasn't natural at all. It was wrong. It was a crime against everything they stood for.
Tamira's thoughts were interrupted by the stallions rutting, his cock sinking into her as he grunted and panted over her. She could smell him, and didn't like his scent any more than she liked his groping and pawing. Hands roamed through her fur and that smooth cock thudded into her in irregular motions. She was used to dildos with some shape and texture to them. A dragon cock had more in common to what had been her favorite toys than an equine dick. She had never been attracted to the shape of a male's equipment. She chose toys that felt good, never ones that were anatomically correct. She snorted into Zoriah's crotch as she was groped and fucked. The stallion was very different than Rahmor in other ways. Clumsy. Desperate. His touches were jarring and unpleasant and his moans reminded her that it was a unicorn taking her. She glared at Zoriah's belly, angry at the stallion for taking advantage of her kindness. For betraying her, and their race.
Rahmor smiled, petting Tamira's face with his fingers while his other hand gave Zoriah's chest a grope. He watched the stallion fucking his slave and leaned down to speak to her, "Knowing ones place and position among others is vital and important. Extremely important. There is no confusion about who serves and who is served in the grand scheme of things. You dominate or submit. And in every battle there is a clear winner, and a loser. If you back down, if you refuse to take what is your right, you are saying you are not worthy. You might as well have surrendered before the fight." He took her horn in his hand and pulled, shoving her head forward, watching the green dress bunch up over her nose and face.
Tamira mrrrfed as her muzzle was suddenly pressed to dragoness sex, her pink nose covered in slick dragoness juices. She huffed and groaned, smelling and tasting dragoness arousal on her lips as she was lectured. The words stung, but sunk in. She wasn't in a unicorn village anymore. The rules had changed. If she wanted to survive, if she wanted to protect Dana and the others she would have to be more careful. She suddenly remembered her fight with the bull. What if she had refused to keep kicking him while he was down? What if she had gotten Dana sent away to another dragon who might abuse her to death. She shuddered at the thought, then winced at another thrust from the stallion. The physical aspect was unpleasant, but nothing like being taken by a dragon. It was the thought of his willingness, and eagerness to take advantage of her. If she had claimed the prize, such as it was, she wouldn't be enjoying herself. She was nothing like him, and swore never to become even close.
Rahmor smiled as she saw the lesson sinking in, and suddenly drew his claws across Zoriah's chest, shredding the top of her expensive dress into strips and leaving shallow scratched across her now exposed breasts as she moaned in pleasure. He said, "You are now under him in status for such visits, Tamira. He will have many ways to dominate and reinforce his position, and I bet he will use every one of them, as often as he can. Get used to the feel of his cock, and following his orders for whatever sex games we play."
Tamira groaned at the words, if not at the cock humping away at her. She burned in humiliation and frustration at the unfairness of it all. She had done the right thing, refusing to rape him, but now she was going to have to submit to him. She nearly growled, but simply wrapped her arms around the green legs beside her, holding on as she was fucked. She watched with wide eyes as Rahmor clawed at Zoriah's chest, tearing away the cloth to reveal the large and firm set. She eyed the dragoness breasts with undisguised admiration, having always enjoyed nice big set to play with and fondle. She licked her lips instinctively as she gazed upward, and suddenly flushed a deep red as her tongue brushed Zoriah's steamy sex. Tamira groaned, and not at all because of the stallion fucking her dragon-stretched sex. She took him easily, and it was only his betrayal that caused her any real pain.
Zoriah groaned and bucked her hips, giving the mare a pat on her head, "Oooh.. do that again, girl!" She squirmed as the unicorn obeyed and she shivered. She loved females of any species, but there was something about the feel of having one of Rahmor's chosen ones pleasuring her that other females simply didn't have. She panted, and saw Master Rahmor watching her as her naked breasts heaved, burning with the light scratches. She reached over and grabbed a box on the nearby endtable, fumbling it open as she panted, "Master... I bought these for you to use as you wish." She squirmed more as she showed him the contents, "They work like..."
Rahmor reached up and simply closed his hand around Zoriah's nose and chin, muzzling her with a firm grip as he selected one of the nipple-sized clam-shell clamps. He gave her a wink before pulling his hand away from her muzzle to adjust the clamp.
Zoriah watched, not entirely surprised he already knew how to work them. She twitched as he adjusted the tension. Click. Click. Click. Click-click-click-click! She gasped at the deliciously ominous sound of the spring being wound tight, tighter than she had ever tried on herself. She wondered how much this was going to hurt, but only for a moment before Rahmor answered her question by snapping it shut over one of her dark green nipples. It bit down hard, clamping down like the spring loaded vice it was and she howled her pain, and pleasure.
Rahmor said, "By the way, I was pleased how you readied yourself for me. Not allowing yourself any release for a day before out meeting. Next time, make it longer."
Zoriah moaned and flushed at the casual command, nodding her head in submission as she was easily dominated by the alpha male, her nipples screaming in pain and wanting them off, but her mind wanted more.
Tamira huffed and grunted as she was screwed, watching Master Rahmor play with the clamp. She winced in anticipation and let out a whimper of sympathy as the dragoness arched and cried out in clear pain and distress. But her nose and tongue felt the gush of dragoness juices that flowed. That gush turned into a waterfall when Rahmor took a second clamp and snapped it down over Zoriah's other nipple. Tamira could see the skin of her breast stretched tight as not only the nipple but part of her breast was caught in the tight grip. Tamira was no expert on dragon facial expressions, but she certainly was an expert on female body language... and Zoriah's writhing, pants and moans were pure desire and pleasure that were impossible for her to miss, even mixed with the screams and cries of pain.
Hands wrapped around Tamira's horn as Girly used it as leverage to pump and pound into her. She let out a snarl, baring her teeth at the violation.
Rahmor chuckled down at the mare as he listened to the musical sounding moans and screams from his dragoness. He pulled his kilt up to reveal his raging hard on, not even needing to order Zoriah to lean over and down to take it into her mouth. He gasped and thrashed his tail at the sensation of lips and tongue pleasuring him, giving his head a tilt before regaining his composure and leaning down to watch Tamira as she took her punishment. He looked into her eyes, having seen her reaction to Zoriah's clamping. "You need to learn both sides of dragon dominance and submission, slave. There is a dragon's place in society... who ranks above who. A dragon may be submissive to a superior one moment, and dominant to one ranked well below them the next. That is their public side. We all have our private sides as well. Some enjoy being dominant, some enjoy submitting. Some enjoy giving pain, some enjoy taking it. Zoriah here loves to be treated rough and forcefully. She is quite capable of dealing with slaves and lower ranked dragons with dominance and control, but when relaxing with her peers... this is what she craves.
Zoriah groaned around Master Rahmor's cock as strong fingers squeezed on the clamps and the small ratchets clicked to the next, tighter setting. She didn't bite, her jaw didn't even budge from it's well trained cock-sucking shape, her tongue continuing it's motions. But she moaned and squirmed, and got even damper from the loving abuse.
Tamira didn't nod, but kept her eyes on Master as he gave another lecture. Dragons were so strange in how they thought and behaved, but every day she understood them a bit better. She only wished that understanding would help her avoid the worst of their treatment of her, and the other mares. But the more she saw, the more she realized this was how they were, and she would always be a slave and fucktoy to them. She might become more. A trusted guard. A pampered pet. But slave she would remain.
Rahmor smirked as he leaned back, a hand on Zoriah's head to guide her movements. He didn't need to of course, she was well trained, but he enjoyed doing it regardless. He looked at Girly with a snort, "That's not fucking... if you are going to use MY slave, you better use her RIGHT!" His tail swung in an arch and smacked Girly's ass hard, driving him forward into Tamira.
Tamira grunted at the unexpectedly hard and deep thrust, but had to smile at the yelp and whine from the stallion behind her.
Despite the first, and then second and third painful smacks, Girly was gasping and groaning as the pleasure of fucking a mare for the first time since his capture became too much. He arched his back and let out a whinny of pure pleasure as he orgasmed, his cock throbbing and exploding with pleasure.
Tamira hurrfed as Girly came behind and inside her. His grip on her horn would have pulled her head from the thighs of the dragoness if it weren't for the force applied by those strong legs. She felt the cock throb inside her, but nowhere near the power of a dragon, and perhaps because of the lack of his balls too. The lack of cum didn't lessen her anger at the stallion's willing rape of her, as she still felt a warmth spurting into her belly and squirmed in disgust at the violation. He couldn't have been a slave any longer than she was, and she would never intentionally hurt another unicorn. Not willingly. She felt him slide slickly out of her and collapse as he panted, and she resisted the urge to clock him in the head with her horn.
Rahmor looked down at the red-faced mare and let her recover for a few moments before asking, "Did you enjoy having sex with one of your own kind, slave?"
Tamira turned her eyes up to the blue dragon, watching as the green dragoness continued to suck on the dragon's thick cock. She snorted, almost forgetting her nose was buried in the dragoness's crotch until she moaned and squirmed from the hot breath. She spoke into the green crotch, "No Master."
Rahmor chuckled, "Let's see if I can do better."
"Now it's my turn... " said Rahmor as he pulled Zoriah's muzzle off his cock, her tongue extending to keep licking as long as possible, and with a quick yank on Tamira's horn pulled her head from the tight green thighs.
Tamira let out an eep as she was pulled to her hooves and spun around. A pair of hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back and down, a wet and slick cockhead pressing to her sex. She hissed as she was sat down forcefully on her Master's shaft, his hands roaming over her body, one giving a breast a squeeze while fingering the nipple, the other sliding around the curve of her ass in a fondling grip.
The breath huffed out of the mare as she was taken in what was a familiar scene. Not even any foreplay, although she supposed the blowjob by Zoriah and her fucking by the stallion might count. She arched her back as her ass and breasts were manhandled roughly and that thick, wide cock sunk deeply into her. She tossed her head, throwing her golden mane about as she moaned in pleasure. Pleasure? She opened her half-closed wide at the realization. The difference between the stallion and the dragon was night and day. Rahmor was touching her how she loved to be touched. It was rougher... but he was hitting all the right spots. Even that grip on her ass was what she loved to feel with with another lesbian mare. Without her ever noticing, he had managed to find all her weaknesses and had been exploiting them ruthlessly. It took a back to back session with a bad lover to make her realize just how skillfully he had been playing her body.
Tamira let out another gasp as a pair of green lips closed over a nipple, making her squirm and thrash in her Master's lap. She bounced up and down on the cock, feeling those ridges stroking and stimulating her. Even the angle he was taking her was how she had used her own dildo, pressing it... oooh... just right.. right there! Her mind swum, but even through the haze of pleasure she knew this wasn't love. He wasn't even doing it to please her, but simply doing it because he could. It made her hate him all the more and she gritted her teeth, refusing to give in to the sensations. She instead focused on the pain. That big cock, much thicker and longer than any dildo. The ridges that rubbed and poked her in uncomfortable ways, although the tip ridges ran against her clit like a smooth washboard... uhhhhhh-huh-huh-hurrrr.
Zoriah slid to her knees before the pair, her muzzle and tongue working those breasts and nipples, letting Master Rahmor deal with the mares pussy. She looked up and met Rahmor's eyes and let out a moan at the look he gave her, full of power and control and dominance. Her gaze locked with his and she felt her toes curl and knees tremble at the instinctive pleasure of being put so FIRMLY in her place. Knowing without even the tiniest shred of doubt that she was HIS bitch. The world was a confusing and uncertain place, but here, now, there was nothing to worry about. No confusion. Her place was to serve and she did so with a near orgasmic pleasure, sucking and licking at unicorn nipples to further her mate's goal of breaking the stubborn mare. Chills ran down her spine and tail as she heard the mare moan, knowing that bit by bit she was being broken and led with bit and bridle to the joys of knowing one's Place.
Tamira had no desire to follow where her Master was taking her. She was no dragon. She didn't think like them, nor did she want to, but despite their differences, their dominance and training methods were far more effective that she was willing to admit. Not that her mind was in any state to think about such complex matters, the two dragons working her body like a lover that had known her a lifetime. Experts in body language, the two dragons had little trouble in playing her body like a familiar instrument. She let out a whinny of pleasure at a firm thrust that slid that insanely shaped cocktip against her in ways she had never imagined, her eyelids fluttering as she snorted and gasped.
Girly watched, his cock limp from the explosive orgasm. He huffed a bit as he watched Tamira getting fucked by the big male. He frowned at the sight, annoyed. He should be enjoying watching her get raped by the blue monster, but for some reason watching just made him feel inadequate and jealous. He gave a return snort when hearing hers. He didn't WANT to make her enjoy it. He wanted to get her back for what she had done to him. He turned his head away, then winced as he saw the other two males on display on the wall, squirming in pain that their healing horns wouldn't let fade or go numb. It was the downside to their magic. Wounds healed fast, and they had amazing stamina, but they paid for it by feeling every second of it. Other furries had expressions like "numb with pain" but no unicorn would use a phrase like that. No matter how bad, or how long they were hurt, the pain never went numb. It just got worse with the accelerated healing. A unicorn's worst nightmare was to be in a situation where they were constantly being hurt JUST enough that their healing could keep up with it, leaving little left over for anything else. Stories of unicorns trapped under a collapsed wall or rock for weeks as their bodies healed them just enough to keep them alive, conscious and aware for every agonizing second. Dragons took enthusiastic advantage of those abilities, as the two struggling stallions showed. Girly shivered, wiping his expression clean, not wanting to risk his Mistress seeing him frown at her. Sometimes, that's all it took for her to punish him.
Tamira experienced a different form of torture as she rode the dragon's cock. She whined and whinnied as she tried to fight back the waves of pleasure washing over her. Each thrust of dragon cock, each lick of dragon tongue, was like a pebble thrown into a pond, the ripples flowing over her body and reflecting back and forth. She groaned, the pounding in her crotch more like boulders tossed in by a giant than a pebble, each one threatening to overwhelm her. The pain should have helped her fight it, but even that was doing things to her mind that she didn't understand or like. She had never taken the submissive role in sex before, had always been the one on top so to speak, and was still not used to being dominated, not comfortable about how it felt to be held by a strong male. Mixed feelings of being used, and protected warred in her mind. But neither could resist the sudden explosion in her groin that exploded up her spine and into her mind, her world turning white as it all dissolved in unbearable pleasure.
Tamira slowly came to as her head lolled, her body twitching and tingling. Her nipples felt almost raw from how hard they were, sore in such a delicious way. Her eyes looked down at a noise, seeing Zoriah lapping at a pair of blue balls, and quivered at the sight of her sex spread so damn wide by that thick red cock. She slowly pulled her tongue back into her mouth and let out an unwilling moan.
"Ahh, I think that did the trick, slave. It's good to get a ride on someone who knows how to PROPERLY use your sexy little cunt, isn't it?" asked Rahmor.
Tamira flinched at the crude word, but nodded... even to herself she couldn't deny that he had given her one hell of a ride. It didn't change the fact that it was still a rape, still abuse... but it didn't seem to make much of a difference to her body which had clearly loved it all.
"Which did you prefer, being dominated by Me, or by your little unicorn friend down there?"
Tamira swallowed, her breathing still a bit ragged as she looked down at Girly, managing a glare. Even with her mind half-clouded by the echos of her orgasm it wasn't hard to decide. It was like asking if she preferred to be stabbed by a murderer or fall on a knife by accident. Dragons were just bastards by nature, but a unicorn raping her was just disgusting. Wrong in so many other ways. Remembering his cock in her, his breath on her neck, and his grunts of pleasure made her skin crawl. She would kneel at a dragons feet ten times to avoid rewarding a corrupt unicorn. "You, Master," she managed between pants.
Rahmor nodded, pleased. "Would you like another chance to decide you and the stallion's rank?"
Tamira felt herself nodding before she even had a chance to think about it. The thought of being that stallion's plaything disgusted her, and not simply because he was a male. It wasn't a matter of wanting to be over him, or have power or control, or anything like that. She just didn't want him to have any over her! It still felt wrong for them to be fighting each other, when the dragons were the real enemy, so she stopped with the half-hearted nod.
"You don't sound very sure of that, slave. Stand!"
Tamira winced as she pushed herself up with a grunt. It was harder than expected, her legs wobbly and the cock in her limiting the angles she could use, but she managed to stand fully up, the cock flopping out of her as she took a step past Zoriah, sure that standing over her was some sort of taboo. She tried to ignore the wet slurping noises she heard behind her, wrinkling her nose a bit at the remembered taste of dragon cock.
Rahmor leaned back as he groped at Zoriah's naked breasts as she knelt at his feet, once more feeling her lips around his shaft. As they should be. He lifted a lazy hand and pointed at the stallion, "On your feet, boy. Tamira... kneel in front of him. You are still his inferior, and need to show it."
Girly got to his hooves as well, not liking the comment about second chances. He won, it wasn't fair! He squirmed a bit remembering that he hadn't REALLY won, but she had used dirty tricks! He looked down as Tamira got to her knees in front of him, and glanced over at his Mistress and her boyfriend. The blue dragon was making an obvious gesture with his hand and pointing with his other one and he felt a grin spread over his muzzle. Apparently locker room gestures and hand-signals transcended the races. His cock twitched and quickly began to swell, much to the obvious dismay of the hated mare looking up at him.
Tamira tried to look back at her Master, but a hand pulled her head back and before she knew it, the tip of Girly's cock was pushing at her lips. "Mmmph!"
Girly grinned, "Suck it, or do I need to punish you?"
Tamira bared her teeth in anger, but all that accomplished was to let the cock press against her teeth past her lips. She balled her fists, but knew if her Master objected he surely would have said something. She took a calming breath, and reluctantly opened her mouth. Immediately the slick tube of horse-cock slid into her muzzle, grossly claiming her oral virginity. She wrenched her face up in disgust as her horn was grabbed and a hand held her chin to allow the stallion to begin fucking her muzzle. "Gluck-glermph-bleagh" was all she could manage as her face reddened in anger and humiliation.
Rahmor smirked as he watched Tamira's humiliation, letting her suffer for a good minute before asking, "Still on the fence about wanting a rematch, slave? Do you want another chance?"
Tamira flicked her tail in anger and annoyance. It was obvious what the dragon was doing, trying to get her all riled up to fight the stallion again. The problem was it was working! She grimaced around the cock in her mouth and mumbled, "Yeeeph Mahmer." She coughed, drool running down her lips a she sputtered.
"What was that, I couldn't make it out."
Tamira tried to talk again, but was interrupted by even harder thrusts against her muzzle. She would have growled if she could, but the damn stallion was doing a good job of gagging her, even if his cock was thinner and lacked all the bumps and ridges. She resisted the urge to pound her fists on her thighs. She had thought a dragon cock was the nastiest thing she had ever had to swallow, but the unicorns shaft was so much worse. Dragon equipment was so different, in color and texture and shape and size it was almost like mouthing a dildo. She had not realized until now how much she thought of it as just some THING she had to endure. But there was no mistaking what was in her mouth now. The shape, the smell. Ugh! She swore in a muffled jumble and tried to shout Yes Master again, but once more she only managed an unintelligible muffle.
"Hmm, are you trying to say you are happy in your current position?"
Girly erked and slammed his cock harder into the unicorn's muzzle, ramming the tip down her throat and ignoring the pain as her teeth scraped his shaft and just trying to shut her up. He did NOT want a rematch!
Tamira narrowed her eyes, filled with disgust at being forced to take the unicorns cock. "Merphl! Glrbl!" she screamed, trying to get coherent words around his throat-choking cock, eyes glaring up at the stallion.
Rahmor licked his lips, cock throbbing from the licking and seeing his slave mare finally showing a bit of dragon thinking. "Then stand up and show me you deserve to be dominant to that stallion. When presented with the choice of sucking an inferior dick or ripping it off, a dragon will reach out with claws extended. What would a unicorn do?"
Tamira didn't have to think twice as she spit out the cock, yanking her head out of the stallion's hands and standing up, glaring, fists balled. She had no desire to fight or hurt an innocent unicorn, but this one proved he deserved every punch she could give. She turned her head to the side and spit, trying to get the taste out of her mouth.
Girly took a step back, his eyes wide. First his balls, now his cock? He had no idea if the dragon was serious or not, but the look the mare was giving him sure was! He quivered and dropped to his knees, hands out, "I submit! I submit! Mercy!" He nuzzled at Tamira's golden hoof, flinching as if he was about to get kicked, or worse.
Tamira almost took a step back at the sudden movement, thinking he was trying to tackle her at first, and then wanting nothing to do with the pathetic groveling he began. Her instincts told her this was wrong, but she wasn't going to lose her last chance, so she stood her ground and let the stallion beg. She shook her head, her mind feeling like it was tied up in knots. Hate for the dragons and Girly's actions. Shame at the rape, and having so enjoyed it. Disgust as the taste of stallion cock, and yet feeling sorry for the broken stallion. It wasn't entirely his fault he was like this. She knew damn well how dragons could twist their slaves around. He was just weak. She shook her head. No, he was an asshole, and took pleasure in her rape. Weak yes, but also cruel. She knew that even in furry lands there were unicorn criminals. Even murderers. They were not perfect.. but it was easy to pretend otherwise. Here, ones darkest desires could come to light. Dragons didn't care if you enjoyed hurting others. They expected you to. Just like he expected her to.
Tamira glanced back at her Master. She had been ready to punch that smug muzzle, but seeing him down there made her hesitate. Kicking a guy when he was down was just wrong. In a fight for her life she wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of a raised shield or a distracted glance. Slavers and robbers would kill her if they could, and in a swordfight she would run a furry through once she batted away his weapon. But if there was one left, on his knees without a weapon begging for his life? She wouldn't kill him. She would hand him over to a judge and jury, which in many cases was the same thing in the smaller more isolated villages. But it was NOT the same to her. Still, she was in dragon territory now. She had to bend her own ideas of justice and morality to survive, but how far could she go before they broke?
Rahmor spoke as he watched Tamira hesitate, "Furries are so blind to rank and position. They get into so much trouble, stumbling into holes and traps that a dragon would see with a glance. You have to tell them THIS is your Master and THAT is a slave that serves you and THIS dragon can order you to serve him and THAT dragon can rape you whenever they please. At best they can sometimes tell who can dominate them, but even simple things like understanding that a slave under their care or protection is sometimes subject to the same loss of status that they are."
Tamira almost rolled her eyes at the speech. Dragons were blind too! They couldn't see that furries and dragons had different ways of doing things, and that the dragons way wasn't better than everyone else's. Their minds must be truly warped for them to be unable to see that. They just assumed everyone should be treated the way they treated each other. She remembered the speech where Rahmor said disobedient slaves, slaves that didn't fit or didn't want to fit were like rocks to him. Not alive. Not PEOPLE. She didn't believe it at the time, but after so long she began to suspect it was literally true. They simply were incapable of feeling empathy toward anything that didn't 'fit in' to how they saw the world. She sighed in annoyance, then went cold as the last thing he said hit her. Was he talking about Dana? Was he saying if she lost status to this stallion that Dana might be forced to submit to him too?
Not willing to take the risk, Tamira lifted a hoof and gave a quick snap kick into the stallion's stomach, hearing the whoof as she kicked the air from his lungs and crumpled him in half, wheezing and groaning. Having seen countless demonstrations, she then placed her hoof on the stallion's back, posing for her Master. "And if you ever molest a female who doesn't want your attention when you're not under orders, I'll... I'll," she paused for a moment, trying to think of something horrible, and then smiled. "I'll ask her for advice," she threatened, pointing over her shoulder at Zoriah, who gave a nod of approval the show of dominance, turning the motion into a slow bobbing on the thick dragon shaft in her muzzle.
Girly groaned as he doubled over, whimpering in anger and fear and humiliation, hot fire rushing through his head as the new restrictions sunk in. No mares! He wanted to lash out, to protest, but what seemed like a lifetime of harsh training kicked in and he quieted, letting his mind go blank, swallowing his pride and accepting his fate. He didn't have to like it... but he DID have to accept it. Doing otherwise would mean bad, bad things. He shivered at memories of teeth and claws, and pressed his nose to the floor to show his submission and obedience.
Rahmor smiled a broad grin, showing his teeth. That was more like it. This slave was a sturdy, stubborn tree. It took great force to bend her, and too much could splinter her fragile core. But bit by bit he was bending her to his will. He could see it. He hoped she was strong enough to withstand the lessons she still had to learn. It would be a pity if she crumbled like so many furries do, never seeing their full potential. It would be so much better for them if they were all under the control of the empire. But that was simply not possible with a war that took all their effort, and lives. He looked down at his green dragoness. Now that the foreplay was over, it was time to get down to business. He pushed Tamira and Girly to the back of his mind. They would serve to lick, feed, massage, and bring toys, but it was a green dragoness that was going to bear the full brunt of his lust, desires, attentions, and cock... starting now!
Zoriah's eyes widened as the cock in her muzzle shoved forward and sunk deep into her throat, choking her as hands grabbed for her. Her eyes rolled back as she shuddered in bliss at the sudden domination and control, and her planned night of pleasure finally began in earnest... "Mrrrrrppmmphhh..."