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This was one of those days. Not the bad day where nothing good happens, one of those boring days where nothing happens at all. There was no training, no lesson to be learned, and no pearl of dragon wisdom to impart. Benjamin had learned just about everything there was to learn when it came to being a slave to dragons: obey willingly or painfully. With everything that had happened to him...it wasn't a question any more of which way it was going to be. He wanted it. Benjamin didn't always enjoy it. There were things he had been forced to do that embarrassed him, sickened him, and made him hate himself, but at the end of the day it was worth it to see her smile approvingly at him; to make it obvious that he had done a good job and was truly wanted.

Being abandoned by your family and exiled by your country would give any one pause to consider their worth. The Central Consortium Territory, now calling itself the Empire of the Golden Panther, had been his home a year and a half ago until he found out they had exiled him, labeled him a traitor by trial in absentee, and sold him to the Dragon Empire as an act of 'good faith.' Now that faith was unraveling. Kelsura, his mistress, was now in charge of an information gathering organization, a branch of the dragon government that monitored external political and social activity. Through listening to conversations she had with her subordinates and the rare in-person progress reports with superiors (the green dragoness who came to one of the meetings gave Benjamin the shivers), he had been able to discern that the Empire of the Golden Panther had attempted to broker some form of alliance in arms with the Dragon Empire in order to conquer the Furry Republic and the small outlaying kingdoms. When they were rebuffed, they declared open war on the dragons. Kelsura found this to be more than a little funny. She was still giggling even now as she was having a tailor put the finishing touches on a new dress, doing her best not to totter off the stool with the fits of mirthful laughter she was fighting while speaking of if to June.

"One...more....pin....aaaand...done!" June singsonged. Affectionately known as June-bug, she was a lanky Afghan dog with white fur and splotches of brown over her face and snout. She smoothed out the back train of Kelsura's new dress after placing the last pin along Kelsura's thigh to size out the hips. "You're finished Mistress. I'll have the details sewn up by this evening." the dog said with a smile.

"Just in time then. Good girl June-bug. Well, Benjamin? What do you think?" Kelsura stepped down from the stool. She smiled at her tiger, standing guard at the door leading into her private bed chambers. Benjamin gaped. She chortled, taking his expression as a good sign. "Now, now tiger, don't drool. Your honest opinion, I had it made from one of the art prints your previous leaders had sent to me before your arrival."

"I- I suppose its official then?" He asked, looking the orange dragoness over from head to toe. The dress was much like the cheongsam she regularly wore, though the skirt was longer and a bit looser, reaching down to her ankles with a train following behind it. The neck was also much higher, forming a collar that reached to her jaw. The entire ensemble was pattered with white and turquoise flowers and trimmed along the hem, sleeves, and tip of the collar. It really was beautiful, but-

"You suppose what is official?" Kelsura asked, tilting her head, a dubious look on her face.

"You and Re- I mean, Master Remus. You're getting married?"

Kelsura stared for a moment; June covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Kelsura gave the Afghan a quick glare to quiet her. "We're partnered, yes. But what makes you think we're getting married?"

Benjamin's eyes widened in surprise and realization. "The dress Mistress, it's a modern Central Consortium wedding gown, I...thought you knew?"

"Oh..." Kelsura lifted part of the skirt up, looking down at herself. She turned to examine the dress in the body length mirror that had been set before the tailoring stool. She turned this way and that, examining how the dress fit. "Junebug, could you make another one without needing a model?" she asked as the fabric was unpinned and folded up, tucked away safely in Junes bag.

The Afghan nodded. "Yes Miss. All I would need are the dimensions, now that I know the pattern and materials needed."

Kelsura smiled. "Marriage..." she considered thoughtfully. "June, please prepare material for six more gowns. I'll have a runner to your master's shop later today. As for you, my darling little kitten, we're headed out. We need to find you a proper collar ornament for your wedding."

June nodded, gathering up her materials and stool, packing to leave. Benjamin nodded with a slight bow, saying "Yes Mistr- wait, my what?"

"It's a splendid idea, don't you think?" She eyed her slave tiger, creamy orange bodied and brown stripped, white fur that ran from his chin and down his chest, over his belly to his crotch. The question was rhetorical. It didn't really matter what he thought on the subject. Mistress had made a decision; it would not be easily changed. "You're fond of them. They're fond of you. And if memory serves correctly, they were central to your reconditioning and therapy."

Benjamin glowered, mumbling absently at the thought and staring at his feet. His mistress hooked a claw under his chin, forcing his gaze up to her. "They spent almost every night keeping you from the brink of your nightmares, encouraged you to realize the superiority of a dragon life style, and when you wanted to vent they allowed you to take it out on them" she jerked his collar, yanking him down to his knees. He lost grip on the staff he had been holding. It clattered to the floor. "For a whole year, they were there for you in ways I couldn't be. They held you, cradled you, they let you beat on them. They fell in love with you and I know for a FACT that you love at least one of them."

"T-two." He admitted, looking her in the eyes. "For a fact...and...the other three...maybe"

Kelsura held him by his muzzle, looking down at him for a long moment. "I...would be grateful, Mistress, and I-that is to say- I mean. May I have your blessing...in taking Lute, Drum, Violin, Harp, and Flute in marriage?"

She glared down at her tiger for a moment. Then, slowly, the corners of her mouth turned upwards into a smile. She let go of him, bursting into a delighted fit of laughter. "Of course dear kitten, of course. Nothing would make me more proud than to see my five beautiful girls partnered to a capable, strong, talented male such as yourself. Now come, we'll need to have your collar polished and your fur groomed. Junebug," She smiled, turning to the Afghan, just finished packing her travel kit. "Benjamin and I will see you back. Just wait a moment while I change into something else."

"Thank you Ma'am." she said with a half bow. "That's very gracious of you."

* * * * *

This must have been Benjamin's first time out of Kelsura's lair. The gaping look of awe and wonder in his eyes couldn't make it any more obvious. Seeing the massive tigerfur looking around the dragon capital with childlike amazement was more than a little amusing. June could just imagine him running to the end of the leash every time she saw his head snap in one direction or another.

"Benjamin." Kelsura called.

"Mistress?" He looked back at her. He then blushed; he wasn't supposed to be looking back at her. She was supposed to be next to him, just a little ahead. "Sorry Mistress." he said, stopping and walking back in step in proper position once she had passed.

June sidled up next to the tiger. "I take it by your excitement and energy that this is your first time out of the lair?" she asked

Benjamin nodded. "Yes, I've seen it a few times from Mistress's balcony but...I never imagined it would be like this up close. It's so...clean, structured, and far bigger than from up there. The city stretches on to the horizon and becomes a blur at the edge of vision, but down here you would never know that, it's just streets upon buildings, upon shops, and homes in a seeming endlessness. I've been to the capitals of the Republic and each of the Consortium territories and have seen nothing like this. Nothing so grand, and yet...the roads, it's like the tunnel leading in. They just seem to meander and wind around back on themselves."

June nodded. "Dragon habit. When they build, they do so in a way to confuse intruders. How hard would it be to invade a city that's near impossible to map? Let alone read the maps that do exist?"

"Same as our lairs." Kelsura added, giving the chain yet another yank to keep her slave in place and from wondering too far ahead. "It's instinctual for dragons to build like this. We protect our country the same as we do our homes: by making it as hard as possible for anyone who is not a dragon to find anything. It gives us greater time to decide how to retaliate."

"Typically with swords, nets, and collars." June chortled. Kelsura rolled her eyes, but laughed all the same.

"Hmm, what's this?" Kelsura had stopped, yanking the chain for Benjamin to heel. They were in a center street of some kind. A great circle built at an intersection, stores and cafes ringing it. At the center were a set of pillory stocks. A crowed forming around it to which Kelsura was making her way to the front of, Benjamin and June following in her wake.

While June seemed the least bit perturbed moving forward behind his mistress, Benjamin felt a wave of unease with how any one of the dragons in the crowed looked at him. It felt like the party he had been taken too, all those eyes scrutinizing him. In reality they were all nothing more than passing glances, maybe a curious murmur, a lustful smirk from a female or two and a few of the males. In Benjamin's mind it felt judgmental and appraising.

"Benjamin" Kelsura called him forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, leaning down to speak into his hear to be heard over the cat calling and jeers from the crowed. "You remember when I told you how things could be worse? Watch...." She nodded toward the scene.

"Please, master. I-"

"Oh! Now I'm Master, am I? Ah, but only when you want something. Only when you matter. When I want something I'm 'a leather headed over grown gecko with shit for brains.'" He chortled. Benjamin saw that he stood at roughly the same height as he. Give or take an inch. His body a mass of muscle covered in sull green skin. He wore a brown kilt and a brown leather vest and nothing else. His teasing admonishments were directed at a bearfur, the female locked head and arm into a solid and stable steel pillory, completely naked and pleading for mercy.

"I'll never call you that again, I swear. Master please-"

"Shut up!" Big Green leaned over, clamping a claw over her muzzle, snarling at her. "Out of ever bear in that pin- out of the handful- I picked you. I took you to my lair and fed you, gave you water. I made sure you had a wash and cleaned the stink off your body. I let you have a pillow and a blanket, from MY OWN bed and when morning comes and I want a little gratitude I get spat in the eye instead."

"You wanted me to s.... You wanted me to-"

"Suck my cock. Yes, I did. As any dragon expects from a slave when they've been given something, all I wanted was a little respect and gratitude."

"I am grateful Master. Thank you for the blanket, and the pillow and the bath and food and water at- UMPH!" Green had stuffed a gag into her mouth, locking it in place around the back of her head.

"And you know what?" He knelt down in front of her, raising her head up with one hand and wiping the tears from her eyes with the other. "I believe you, which is why I'll believe you even more once this is over."

"Oh-er?" She blinked, sniffing, already starting to drool around the gag. She now looked far more worried and afraid then she did while pleading with her master. She was silent, her squirming now more focused and directed than the random thrashing before.

"Sirs, Madams, and various free furrys." He shouted over the crowed. "All I ask is that she's still in good health when I return. She is, after all, my teddy bear. For today and the night though, she's yours." The bear screamed through her gag in response, eyes wide and tears welling at the corners. Already the crowed was closing in on her.

"You better keep that ass up." Green snarled when he saw her trying to hide herself. "And keep those legs open"

The bear whimpered, obeying. Kelsura smiled. "Now she's being a good girl." She murred, watching as a large black dragon, speckled with white spots took hold of her hips. A black and brown regal looking shepherd chained to a leather leash in his claw knelt behind him and reached around his legs to lift up the front of his kilt. She murred and nuzzled the back of his legs as she took hold of his multicolored cock and stroked along its shaft, making sure he was good and hard before feeling forward for the bears slit. The bear jumped when those fingers touched her, BlacknWhite growled when she tried to lower her hips. Guided forward by his own slave, he slammed his hips in. The bear crooned in pain.

He wouldn't be in her long. He was there for a quick fix, and as a polite dragon should be, he was aware there were others waiting their turn. He fucked the bear as heard as his hips and legs would allow, his strokes and thrusts fast and hard enough to lift the bear off her feet. In a moment he moaned, sighed, and pulled out. Her cunt could barely contain the whole volume, a great glob of milky white falling out in the wake of his prick.

The shepaherd moved around front, licking over his thick length, slurping away the cum and pussy juice with a soft smile. "Clean, sir?" She asked licking her lips. The dragon nodded and gave her head a pat.

"Clean." he smiled. She crawled after him with an 'arf' as he turned to leave, his spot taken immediately by another dragon eager for a quick fuck.

Next up was another dragon, this one leaner and taller. Emerald green skin with a cream white front from the tip of his chin, down his neck, his entire chest to just under his shoulder and seeming to terminate somewhere under his kilt to reappear under his tail and down along to the round tip. When he lifted to reveal his pulsing multi-colored length Benjamin could see that the color contined under his crotch, his sagging balls entirely the same color. It made him look like a massive boa-constrictor.

The bear pleaded through her gag. He could make out the cries of 'No more! No More!' Boa-constrictor seemed to reveal in them. He hissed softly, leaning back with his eyes closed and a thin smile on his lips as he rubbed his massive prick between her legs. The bear sobbed, twisting her hips and doing everything she could to try and pull away. The cum that was leaking from her cunt was a now a pinkish hue.

"The last one tore her insides." Benjamin spoke softly.

"Hmm...only a little." Kelsura said, now with her hand on the back of the tigers head, gently scritching behind his ears. "Keep watching, I know where he's going with this." She smirked.

Boa-constrictor hmmed softly, giving the bears ass a slap, sounding like a muffled clap. With such thick fur she barley felt it. She clearly felt him enter her pussy, she moaned in pain and disgust as he jerked himself back and forth a few times before pulling out. She began to sigh in relief. "Oh, it's not so simple as that." Boa-constrictor had leaned over, speaking softly into her ear. She gasped as her ass cheeks were pulled roughly apart.

The cry she made would have been ear splitting had she not been gagged. The green and white dragon, cock slick and slimy with the previous dragons cum, had rammed himself to the hilt in the bear's ass with a single stroke. The scream had ended but the look in her eyes and the way her mouth worked made it obvious her voice had simply given out. Her body jerked hard with the dragon's thrusts, his cock pounding visibly in and out of tight rear, flashes of purple, blue, and red visible for split seconds at a time, even the post holding her pillory up was creaking under the force. Tears streamed from her eyes to disappear into the dusty ground.

When the dragon finally stopped, fully tucked away in her back side, sighing and digging his claws through the fur on her hips, Benjamin felt his stomach turn. He watched as the bears belly seemed to bulge, ever so slightly. It had to be impossible, what he was seeing. He knew from stories Juno had told him that a previous master of hers would punish slaves by filling their backsides with so much water that their bellies would start to bulge. But no living creature, not even a dragon could cum THAT much.

The dragon finished, pulling his cock out and wiping it off on the unfortunate bear's fur. He was almost immediately replaced by a mouse. Kelsura chuckled at him "It's so pleasing to see furs who have so integrated themselves into a proper society." She clapped her hands together, almost giddy. The mouse turned to look at her and winked. "Ohh, cheeky too." She smiled, licking her lip. "Benjamin, would you like to join him?"

Benjamin turned to look at his mistress and shook his head "N-no Ma'am" The look she gave him... "But thank you for your offer." He added quickly.

"Are you okay kitten. You look a little...green. Feeling well?" Her voice was half teasing as she placed the back of her hand to his forhead. Smirking, she gave a tug of her leash after he nodded and lied that he was fine. "Very well, come, still lots to do today." she gave a tug of the leash. He was more than happy to be lead away. He felt awful with what he had just witnessed. Public rape. He shook his head slowly; he dared not look back as the crowd cheered the mouse on.

"Well now kitten, what did you think of that?" Kelsura asked half sing-song.

Benjamin was quiet for a moment. "Honest answer?" he asked

"Always." she replied sternly

"I never want to see anything like it again" Benjamin said morosely. He spoke from experience, having suffered similar at the hands of a brutally sadistic dragoness some months past.

"Hmm. And you, June-bug?"

"Well, Miss, I for one think she should be grateful that's all she got. Insulting her master in such a way, she's lucky he didn't cut out her tongue. She could have gotten far worse for such a mouth." The Afghan nodded curtly, arms folded.

Kelsura smiled, turning to look her tiger down through the corner of her eye. "Well said dear."

Benjamin resisted the urge to glare. Kelsura's tail was swaying far too close to his ankles, as if anticipating him to do just that and prepared to deliver punishment. He KNEW it could always be worse. That lesson had already been beaten into him, literally. He looked down at his feet again before nearly losing his footing with the yank of the chain attached to his collar. "Right, sorry Mistress." Having fallen behind, he sighed and moved back by her side.

They passed a few more streets, a few more stores and shops selling such things as clothing, collar decorations, food, and other goods before stopping outside one of them. "Here we are." Kelsura smiled, giving June a small pat on the head.

"Thank you for seeing me back Miss Kelsura." June smiled, bowing once more. "And if I may, Miss, I'd like to say something to Benjamin?"

"Hmm? Go on." Kelsura pushed the tiger forward.

"Benjamin, don't feel sorry for that girl." She said, taking on of his hands. "Believe me when I say you should be glad for her. If that was all her master did, and I certainly hope it is, then she is very fortunate. And to be openly shared like that? Her master must be very giving. I could tell how much it bothered you to see her like that. There are those who suffer far worse for far less. I've seen furs hobbled for just muttering thoughts of escape, and worse...much worse. You're a fortunate slave, you haven't the faintest idea I can tell. Miss Kelsura is a wonderful dragon. Loving, kind, doting. She'll spoil you if you deserve it. From where I stand, you must be doing something right. Concentrate on that and on her and you'll find just how happy you can be here." She stood on tip toes to kiss his fore head, petting him like a child

"And please stop hoarding your love. Show those other three you care." She smiled "They're lucky too. If everything Miss Kelsura says about you and them is true, the deserve to know just how lucky they are. I hope the both of you have a good day," She said to both of them. "And you be good." she said to Benjamin in particular.

Surprised, embarrassed, and a tad bit ashamed Benjamin stammered a moment. Kelsura cleared her throat noisily. "I-yes. Okay. Thank you June, I'll- I'll do that." he nodded.

"Call me June-bug." She smiled before turning and entering the shop. "Master!" he heard her call. "I'm home, and have a lot of work to do!"

"Well." Kelsura chortled, pulling her tiger into an arm, hugging him. "That left me feeling all warm and fuzzy and in the mood for something sweet. Chocolate." she nodded, half hauling half walking him in her arms back down the direction they had come, nuzzling her nose into his hair to sniff at the lavender scent.

* * * * *

The Strawberry Tiger was a cafe that sat close to the crater wall of the capital, situated not far from one of the many trams that trundled their way up and down on long spiral tracks that circled through incredibly long tunnels. This gave it a prime location for business, tending to a constant flow of patrons from open to close, on their way to other destinations. It specialized in what most dragons would consider finger food but was more than capable of serving up heavier fare. It's most popular items were its deserts, pastries, and coffee. Wonderfully delicious cakes, scrumptiously sweet tarts, and a list of gourmet coffee drinks so numerous they required their own menu.

"Welcome mistress dragon." A golden horned, stark white unicorn, naked save for the brightly polished posture collar about her neck, greeted Kelsura as the dragoness approached. The unicorn smiled, gesturing toward the arrangement of seating. "Interior or exterior, mistress?"

"Exterior, it's a wonderful day, why waste the sun?" Kelsura smiled back

"That's a wonderful choice mistress. This way please. Per house policy we ask if you wish to play with the waiters or waitresses that you do so only with those bearing collars and refrain from using claws or fangs. Will it just be you or are you expecting more in your party?"

"Just myself, and I won't have need of the slaves. I brought my own." She held up the silver chain leashed to the tiger following behind her.

"Of course, mistress." The unicorn did not so much as even glance at the tiger as she led them both to an iron table with a single padded chair. Two menus were already set neatly on the table. "Here we are mistress, your seating our main menu and our drink list."

"No need." Kelsura sighed as she sat down, snapping her fingers to Benjamin and pointing at a spot on the ground next to her. Benjamin sighed with consternation as he knelt, hissing softly at the rough feel of the flag stones that made out the floor of the outside seating patio. Looking up he could see the Unicorn looking at him with something bordering on distaste and just barley registered resentment. It was barley a glance when his attention was jerked away, literally, as his collar had been tugged on roughly. His head pulled toward the arm of the chair, his chin forced to rest on it while the hand of his mistress trailed back through his hair, she smiled at the unicorn. "I already know what I'd like."

"Oh...of course. We have some new items if you'd like to-"

"I said I'm ready to order now." Kelsura bit sharply.

"Y-yes mistress, of course. What would that be?" The unicorn held out a small notepad, a simple pencil in her other hand.

"I'll have a masala chai with a chocolate spoon and a slice of chocolate strawberry cheese cake- dragon sized of course- a bottle of sweet milk cream- small, a slave saucer, lastly, if you have it, a copy of the Republic Gazette." The unicorn wrote as fast as Kelsura spoke, pausing only at the last request.

"The...Republic Gazette?" blinking, the slave waitress wavered a moment. "Y-yes mistress, of course. A copy will be sent with your order."

What in the world would a dragon want with a purely furry newspaper. It wasn't her place to ask and guessing would just lead to distractions. She flipped her note pad closed when Kelsura waved her off. "It'll be ready shortly." She said with a slight bow, once more shooting a reproachful glance at the tiger on his knees. She could see he was an insolent slave, one who barely knew his place, and as far as she was concerned beneath her and undeserving of her attention.

That was Otenia's attitude, and she had always maintained it. The unicorn made her way into the cafe, past the small softly chattering crowed and into the kitchen in back. "I got an order for a masala chai with a chocolate spoon and chocolate strawberry cheese cake. Also a slave bowel and small bottle of milk cream." She called, tagging the little note of paper to a tiny clasp hanging among several others. "Oh, and spit in the cream." she said, almost spitting herself.

"Why?" one of the chefs, a female dark skinned elf collarless and fully clothed, used a napkin to wipe forming beads of sweat from her brow.

"Insolent little shit of a slave." Otenia growled, lightly grinding her hoof into the floor, the nigh indestructible golden hoof threatening to crack the perfectly shaped fitted stone. The elf gave the unicorn a quick snap from her cloth napkin, making the unicorn yip and jump.

"Watchs your hooves, and your tongue. If Mr. Silver heard you talking that way about one of his customers-"

"He's a slave, a bad one, not a customer he-OW!" another snap, this one smacking her nose.

The elf took hold of the unicorn's horn, making the creature shiver, falling to her knees as the blunted horn was yanked forward. The elf gave haughty scowl, saying "He may not be a customer but whoever owns him is, and if anyone is punishing him for any sort of perceived insolence it'll be that owner. Not me, not you, not any one here. Mr. Silver is already in hot water after your last antics with the banana cream pies, you think he's going to risk letting you tarnish a good reputation further? Now get your pretty white and gold ass back out there or I'll have it offered up for free samples." The elf let go with a toss of her wrist, the unicorn jerking and grunting.

"Yes mistress Lethalyn" she murmured.

* * * * *

It really was a beautiful day. The sun was high up over the city, bathing it's entirety in warm light. Kelsura groaned as she stretched out in her seat. She had detected the unicorns apprehension towards her tiger, now sitting under the table, nervous as he looked about. Kelsura smiled at his unease. There were other dragons here, other slaves. Many of whom were carnally engaged. If one were to focus past the sound and chatter of the open market around them they could hear the soft slurping and smacking that went on under many of the tables. Her earfins twitched with the subtle noise, it stoked a fire in her belly.

"Benjamin." She smiled, fingers pulling up the hem of her dress- her usual black cheongsam- until her knees were exposed, legs spreading apart.

"Yes Mistre-" Words caught in his throat, his tongue suddenly tied at the site in front of him. A tight pink slit, half hidden from view. He didn't need to be given further directions. He knew what she wanted. A sharp gasp caught in his throat. Looking down he saw that the flat of her pointed tail was stroking slowly and softly under his loosely hanging ball sack. Biting his lip, he nodded, slowly leaning under her dress.

"Good boy." She sighed, leaning back, relaxing. It had been too long since she had felt the boys lips on her flesh. She only partially regretted letting him become the play thing for her some of her slaves over the last few weeks. It was needed, cementing his place in their new pride. She chuckled, shaking her head. So many of the furry species had microcosms of the dragon social dynamic that it frustrated many a dragon philosopher as to why they couldn't see the superiority of dragon life. She suddenly let out a sound very much like a squeak as his tongue found her button so quickly. She sighed, tapping his head through the fabric. "Slow down." she whispered. "Plenty of time before our server gets back."

His raspy broad tongue was a delight she had not gotten the chance to recently enjoy. Again she chided herself in as many days for not making more time for him or more of her slaves. "There you go." she whined softly, patting the back of his head as his tongue found her vent, slipping past her pedals. She sighed, an arm moving up through her hair. "We're going to have a heart to heart." she said, a bit bubbly. "You keep going and just listen."

A pang of anxiety lumped in the pit of Benjamin's stomach. What was she talking about? Worried now, he doubled his efforts, tongue twisting inside her, flicking back and forth rapidly. A sharp smack to the back of his head made him yip, the sound muffled against her skin.

"I said slow down." she admonished. "Now, it seems to me that your heart is in the right place. You said you wanted me, wanted to be mine. You've done well to show it...when it's just you and I. You hesitate around others. Unacceptable." her knees tightened around either side of his head for a brief moment, making sure he understood the extent of the point. "You're going to make a deal with me Benjamin. For the rest of the day you're going to do exactly as told, when told. So far hnnn" she bit her tongue to keep from moaning out, gripe tightening on the arms of her chair. She shuddered a moment before continuing "So far you're doing a good job, licking your Mistress's cunt in front of all these people."

She giggled, giving his head a pat when he jolted with the realization that he was, indeed, doing something so lewd where anyone could see him if they but simply looked. For his part he did not pause, the way her folds were continuously spread by that scratchy tongue of his made her smile, a small amount of hope for the boy's continued wellbeing flaring inside her. "But, if you do not- because there is no such thing as cannot when I give you an order- you will find yourself right back where you were upon your first arrival here and will start over completely. If that happens, I will not be nearly as sweet with you and I will pay very intricate attention to every moment of your training. Nod if you understand."

He nodded

"Every order? Without question or hesitation?"

He nodded

"Good. Continue that wonderful work you're doing. And remember, nice and sl- Zoriah?"

Benjamin hmmed between Kelsuras legs, his tongue still wagging inside her tangy slit. Zoriah? Why was the name familiar?

"Kelsura? Out and about? Well this is rare to see." Zoriah, an emerald green dragoness with hair that was naturally a slightly darker shade of green than her skin, braided and beaded in spots. Bone white horns shot almost strait back on either side of the head, spiraling as they went. She wore a simple yet elegant leg dress. Tugged behind her on all fours was her usual tagalong, Girlie. A gelding unicorn, having lost his balls in a rather unfortunate battle of self will. Pearly white fur covered the whole of his body from his nose down to his fetlocks. He wasn't the biggest specimen that one would ever see, but he certainly looked to be the most defeated while still enjoying the relative freedom of being out and about with his owner. Still morning the loss of half his manhood, he was forever reminded of it with the new name he had been given by his mistress.

Underneath Kelsura's dress, Benjamin's eyes were wide open. Zoriah was one of the dragons his mistress infrequently held strategic meetings with. The one that always made him shiver whenever she looked at him. Outwardly she was amiable; she had spoken to him shortly on one occasion, asking questions about Consortium war strategy after Keslura had mentioned he was at one point a soldier in the Central Consortiums defense force. He didn't like her, something about the emerald green dragoness just made his insides squirm. The smile she wore as she spoke, occasionally teasing him, hid something more sinister. Her slave- she had referred to him as Girlie- bore the mark of that, and hearing the story of how it had come to be nearly had him retching. He had to fight with a mouth full of pussy to keep from doing that now.

"It's a me day." He heard his mistress say over head. "Given recent events I can take more of them now."

Zoriah chortled softly. Metal grinding on stone and a soft creaking told Benjamin that Zoriah has taken a chair from another table and sat down at Kelsura's. "I can see you're thoroughly enjoying it."

"He's talented. I'd be a poor mistress if I didn't put such to good use." Kelsura pat the top of his head "Ah, just a nnnn moment." Kelsura softly moaned, her hips bucking. Benjamin found his nose pushed into her folds as a hand held to the back of his head. His tongue lapped faster, growing tired with the effort until suddenly his whiskers were wet with moisture. Kelsura snorted softly up above, reveling in the glow of orgasm for as long as she could. "Benjamin, come out and say hello."

He was flush; his cheeks blushing a soft pink through white fur as he eased out from under his mistress, moving out from under the table. "Hello Miss Zoriah."

"Benji." She smirked. "You have a bit off..." she tapped the corner of her mouth.

He swiftly whipped the wet from his whiskers, his cheeks growing redder from the embarrassment. For a moment longer her smirk lingered on him then faded to a full, soft smile that she turned to Kelsura.

"Are you just out and about or are you on any kind of business?" She asked, flagging down one of the waiter slaves and ordering a small coffee.

"Wedding planning." Kelsura smiled back.

"Ah, tying the knot with Remus the, are invitations due out soon?"

"Oh no, not for Remus and I, though we are engaged now." Kelsura lifted her chin to show the thin strip of silver metal clinging to her neck.

"Congratulation! But, are you not at all worried about strain from a long distance marriage? You said before that Remus practically lives on that mountain of his." Zoriah was suddenly very bubbly. Benjamin found it infectious despite his feeling towards current company, a grin on his face bridging ear to ear.

"Oh no, not at all. Remus will be moving us to a new, bigger location in the city in a year or two. He managed secure a few of those communication tablets and boards. Not many, but enough where he's confident he can telecommunicate. He'll only need to be in person a few times out of the year instead of constantly" Pride, happiness, and relief frosted Kelsura's tone.

"That's good to hear." Zoriah nodded cordially "I'm a tad jealous honestly that you two are making this work as you are. Rahmor and I are still only dating." She sighed wistfully.

"Well- ah, just a moment, our order is here."

The unicorn from before returned with a tray, sat upon it a large slice of cheese cake and a tea just as she had ordered with a shallow silver bowl and a bottle next to it. The unicorn looked a tad flushed. "Your order mistress. We hope you enjoy." She said with a demeanor far more diminished than before.

"Just a moment." Kelsura called as the unicorn turned to leave. "You forgot somebody." Kelsura looked from the corner of her eyes to Zoriah, both of them sharing a smirk.

"I...understand that this mistress dragon has already ordered." She said, turning to Zoriah. "Forgive me mistress. Was there something else you wanted?"

"Oh no, I'm fine." Zoriah's smirk broadened as the unicorn began to shift on her hooves in confusion.

"Then..."

"My slave, girl, are you going to serve him his cream?" Kelsura's voice had hardened but still held a mirthful air to it.

The unicorn shifted, her tail gave a whip. She hesitated for a moment as she looked down at Benjamin with what was now contempt, barely constrained the look was still obvious in the way her jaw was set and her eyes only very slightly narrowed. To a fur or elf it was imperceptible, but to the keen eyes of a dragon is was as obvious as an oncoming storm. "Of course, I assumed you would wish to control that."

Kelsura had to admit the choice of wording was a good save for the girl. A dragon very much would wish to serve their slave on their own time. Kelsura though had detected the unicorn's earlier veiled scorn toward her pet, Benjamin having done nothing to deserve it as far as she was concerned. She set the bowl down in front of him, emptying the bottle of cream into it. "Enjoy." She said, trying not to grumble as she was forced to serve him. "Will that be all mistresses?"

"Yes, it will, control your temper better." Kelsura said with a dismissive wave.

The unicorn swelled, almost snorting towards Kelsura. Her only saving grace was that she had enough sense to turn and walk away before she got her self- and the café- into serious trouble.

"Insolent little horse." Kelsura chortled. "Where was I- Benjamin, drink your cream." She waved a hand toward his bowl encouragingly. He hated eating like an animal. Hated every single time she made him do it. The warning form before, fear of having to go through everything all over again, fear of it being worse; his pride wasn't worth it. He knelt down and began lapping

"So, where was I? Yes, you and Rahmor. It'll happen someday. You two are too perfect for each other." She smiled graciously as she stirred her tea, the chocolate melting off of the spoon into the chai tea. "You mesh so well. You both have similar attitudes and your mannerisms complement one another. Not to mention you being in military intelligence and he being a flight commander, if I recall that correctly, you're job sync."

Zoriah smiled "Thank you, that's kind of you to say. But, if you're not planning a wedding for yourself, then whom? Certainly not Gran or Torrin? Don't tell me those two managed to find someone?"

Kelsura held a hand over her chest. "Zoriah!" she tossed her napkin at the chuckling green dragoness, feigning hurt. "Gran and Torrin are both hard working dragons."

"Ha ha, true, they are, but they're much too scrawny for my like. And their competitiveness, it's charming in an immature way and certainly desirable in a male but can you imagine the two of them attempting to court a woman? Likely the same woman given the way they do things as a pair." Zoriah's coffee arrived. She sent the raccoonfur serving it to her away with a smack on the rear. She leaned back, sipping softly.

Kelsura sighed, finally cutting into her cheesecake. "Gran and Torrin are not the most...eligible of bachelors, but they're still good people. But, no, it's not for them."

Zoriah hmmed, drumming a finger on the table. "Then who? You have me steeped in curiosity now."

"It's not very salacious." Kelsura chortled, pulling on the chain laying in her lap. Benjamin rose onto his knees at the pull of his collar. "This one and the lions."

For a moment Zoriah stared, blinking. She threw herself into the back of her chair with laugher. "Your slaves?" She cried, whipping a tear from her eyes. "Kelsura are you still treating your slaves like they dolls?" Girlie smirked, his lips moving in exaggeration as he mouthed the word 'dolls' at Benjamin, mocking him.

Benjamin would have growled at the unicorn if not worried for how Zoriah would have reacted. He didn't want to see what would happen if he embarrassed Kelsura in front of an acquaintance. If not for that this horse would be a quivering heap of fear induced piss and tears. Benjamin smirked back. 'Balls' he mouthed, pretending to scratch an itch somewhere just above his thigh, lifting his sheath up out of the way to let his sack hang in clear view. His breath caught when he noticed Zoriah studying him out of the corners of her eyes. For half a moment he felt the lash of his mistress on the back in the form of her tail.

Instead of the expected rebuke though, Zoriah turned in her seat to look down at her slave. "Girlie, what's wrong? I thought you and Benjamin might get along, you know. Have a ball?" She smirked "Why are you hanging so low?" She snickered. "Smile boy, don't be such a sad...sack." She giggled at herself. The unicorn couldn't have looked any more defeated. Benjamin forgot his earlier annoyance, feeling sorry.

Kelsura couldn't find reason to laugh. While not often, every time she saw Girlie she was reminded that some dragons could be so wasteful. As a unicorn, he healed rapidly enough that the injury wasn't life threatening. It was needless, she would content, if any one would ask. But what Zoriah did with her slaves was her own business. Kelsura firmly believed slaves were property, and believed their owners could do with them as they wished, no matter how cruel.

"I suppose they are a bit like dolls." She smiled, running a hand up the back of Benjamin's head through his hair, claws ticking his scalp and sending tingles down his spine. "That part of me just never grew up it seems." She speared a small piece of her cake on her fork, holding it down to Benjamin, the tiger looking up at her. She nodded.

It was wonderful. It was the first bite of real food he had in a very long time. Something that wasn't raw and dripping, or so under cooked that it was still bleeding. The sweetness of the chocolate cheese cake swirl sparked in his brain, sending his chest working into a deep, resonating purr like growl. "Thank you Mistress." He spoke softly, savoring as much of this rare treat as he could.

"But," Kelsura finished her plate. "I'll do with them as I see fit. The idea of a mated house pleases me." She sipped on the last of her coffee.

"Calm down Kelly. I meant no offence." Zoriah said, still trying to stifle a chuckle.

"I believe you, and I took none, but I errands to catch up with." Kelsura smiled. "Sorry if I suddenly sound short, but talking about it has me excited now. Take Zoriah."

"One more thing before you go." Zoriah was standing herself, turning to hand a slip of paper to her serving slave. "Rumors have been brewing in your area."

Kelsura turned her head. "War? Yes, I know."

"Not that. Everyone knows that."

"Then what?" The unicorn that had served her and Benjamin was back down; she wore a bright smile again. Kelsura told the girl to charge the food and drink to her account before sending her off.

"Keep an eye on Gallion. The one who replaced you? He's none too pleased with your promotion. Think's it should have been his."

"Ah, thank you Zoriah. I'll do that. I haven't had much time yet to cement my place so I haven't been paying much attention to the usual murmurs. If he does try anything..."

Zoriah smirked. "I hope he does, would be entertaining to see him smacked back down. Take care Kelsura. And congratulations Benjamin. Let's go Girlie, is that a bit of pudge I see, double time little girl." She smacked his ass rather forcefully as he began crawling, calling cadence as he struggled to keep up with her light jog.

"I don't think I like her, Mistress." Benjamin said quietly.

"Then she's good at what she does." Kelsura chuckled, tugging his chain. "Let's find something pretty for your collar."

* * * * *

"Well, let me see." Tris hooked a claw under Benjamin's chin, inclining his head out of the way so she could get a good look at the ring of steel around his neck. "Stainless, alchemically dyed..." The sky blue dragoness tapped a claw on one of the stones inset in the metal. "Actual rubies huh, must have cost a pretty penny..."

Benjamin sat in a chair similar to the one when he was first collared. The chair was fully equipped but the restraints remained were they were. Kelsura had trusted him to sit motionless while he was prodded and measured. Tris had taken the measurements herself with a mousefur slave recording them in on a little notepad.

"What exactly were you looking for in adornments?" Tris asked, looking up at Kelsura as she remained stooped over Benjamin.

"Well, given the occasion and one time use, I was thinking something extravagant but not gaudy. I'm grooming the boy to eventually be a fighting a slave, so it can't be a permanent fixture." Kelsura listed off some of the idea she had. A hanging clasp seemed to be the popular idea.

"I can work with this." Tris said, sketching out a rough draft, looking like segmented plating that hung between each ruby and interlocked at the bottom of the individual pieces. "Take a look."

Kelsura nodded "Do you have a physical example?"

Tris smiled, turning to the wall over her work station. The whole thing was lined top to bottom, left to right with finished and half finished work. She took down a long piece that resembled a necklace, individual hook and clasp metal pieces stringed together on thin silver cords. It didn't quite fit, the plates didn't stretch evenly between the stones but the way the silver links hung down gave it an extra ornamental look.

"Oh I like that." Kelsura churred, stepping in front and lifting one of the cords delicately. "Can I add this? How much extra would that cost?"

"I bit." Tris said, making additional line to the sketch and labeling them. "It depends on if you want it full custom or if your fine with a third party's work."

"Oh, no, full custom, please."

Tris nodded "That's a fairly time consuming process. It'll take a while to get it done right. Everything here is made by hand. Nothing machined. So, handmade plating, silver cords"

"Platinum." Kelsura corrected. "I'd like the plates silver and the cords platinum."

"Oh, well, that will indeed cost time and money. I'd have to special order the platinum"

Kelsura nodded understandingly. "That other one up there, the metal feathers linked the same way?"

Tris pulled it down after replacing the plates, about to put it on Benjamin.

"No, not for him. I don't think it would quite work on him. I was thinking that exact design for five of my girls."

"Hnn, what species are they?"

"Lions."

"Oh...hmmm...yes...I have to agree with you. Bring one in and we can do a full fitting. Let's talk designs for the boy."

"A striped pattern similar to the natural color of his fur, dyed black, and inset with emeralds."

Tris whistled "That's a hefty sum."

"I'll provide you the stones you'll just need to worry about the etching and setting."

Tris laughed softly, making yet more detail to her sketch, the drawing slowly taking end shape. "You make it sound easy." She chortled, making a few more scratches with her pencil. "And for the girls?"

"I like how its set up, but can you dye the detail black as well? Something to bring out the feathers. The base set with rubies to contrast Benjamin's collar."

"Contrasting detail, I like that idea" Tris was already starting on another sketch for the next collar. "I think I got everything to put together some mock ups by the end of next week. I'll have his fitted and you can bring your girls in for theirs then, or you can send me the collar details." She said, digging out some sheets of paper, instructions on zoning and sectoring sizes and details.

"I'll bring them in; it'll be good for them all to have an outing." Kelsura smiled, taking the papers any ways. She could always keep everyone else's details on hand just in case.

"Is that all then?" Kelsura nodded to Tris, handing her a blank bill of sale note to be filled out when Tris was done. Tris tucked it away in a file drawer at the bottom of the desk at her work station and smiled at Benjamin "All right then, you can stand boy. I'll see you again at the end of next week."

"That was painless, wasn't it?" Kelsura asked, softly humming to herself as she lead the tiger back home.

The sun was setting over the rim of the crater the Capital was built in, bathing one side in a fiery orange. Kelsura's lair was set facing the setting sun, no doubt so she could enjoy it every clear day. Benjamin though found an awe inspiring beauty in how the other side looked, black and grey line stretching and crisscrossing all over the inside and up to the rim. He nodded to his mistress. "I was expecting to be restrained again." He said, grateful it was just the opposite.

"When they put the collar on you need to be, or else risk having a chunk of your neck torn out...or worse." She spoke without turning her head, walking ahead of him. "The urban legend is a slave had their spine snapped by a careless slaver."

Benjamin shivered at the thought, tail reflexively curling down.

"Well...one last thing to take care of." Kelsura churred, turning around and unhooking Benjamin's leash.

"Mistress?" he looked up at her in confusion.

"No hesitation, any order. Right?" She asked.

Benjamin nodded nervously. "Yes Ma'am." He said. He jolted when she stepped out of his view. He had been paying more attention to the sunset than to his surroundings; he hadn't seen they were back at the rounded cross roads market. She had been standing in front of him to block his view of the pillories.

"You know what I what you to do, right?"

He swallowed, throat having gone dry. He couldn't even taste the roof of his mouth. He stood there, fists clinched, and nodded.

"No hesitation, right?"

He was already moving forward. Her fur was matted, her back slouched and legs barley holding her up. Her ears barley switched as Benjamin's foot falls grew louder with the crunch of dirt and dust under his feet. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can barely hold myself up. Please, just give me a chance to get up."

Benjamin's breath came in labored huffs. "Go on..." Kelsura purred in his ear, her tail tip stroking his ball sack.

The bear was on her feet, legs spread. The fur on her backside and between her legs was matted. Her pussy had been so used that her lips were flared out. "I'm ready sir." She said with a ragged breath. She had been so beaten and fucked into submission that there wasn't an ounce of resistance left in her.

This was wrong, beyond wrong. This was evil. And despite that Benjamin found himself mentally justifying it. It was wrong, but what use was there? This was supposed to be her punishment. She wasn't a fur any more, neither was he. They were objects, props, belongings. This wasn't his fault. If he didn't do it he'd be no better off than her. Better her than him right, her suffering for now versus his suffering for who knew how long. As a dragon slave there was no room for mental scars. You adapt or you go insane, or far worse. She had adapted and accepted her punishment, she had given herself to it willingly now so why should he feel bad for taking advantage of it.

"Please sir...just...please don't hurt me?" She made a poor display of wiggling her hips. It was supposed to be seductive but it just looked pathetic.

The more he reasoned it, the less disgusted he felt with himself, the more aroused he grew at the site of the bear on full display. Kelsura breathed deeply next to his ear, she could smell it on him. She could feel the heat rise in his form and see the little nuanced changes in his demeanor; less slumped and more squared.

The bear let out a faint moan as he entered her, his length riding in easily. Her cunt was well used and slick with the effort of other before him, just tight enough to envelope him. She grunted, groaning as he pumped back and forth. He panted, gripping her wide hips tighter and tighter. She groaned, hissing through her teeth, trying to look back with bleary eyes. Her face was visibly worse of a mess than her back side. "O-ow, sir, your cla-mph!"

Kelsura had clamped a hand over her mouth. "You're here for the use of anyone wanting, not to run your mouth. You don't speak unless spoken to starting now, understand?" She hissed.

The bear sobbed, nodded, holding her mouth shut and biting through the pain as Benjamin's claws pushed through her fur and slowly sank into the flesh of her hips.

"How many people fucked you today?" Kelsura asked, moving behind her tiger, running her hands up under his arms and through the fur of his chest.

"I l-lost count." The bear groaned as Benjamin rocked against her deepest parts.

"Harder" Kelsura whispered into his ear. The tiger half growled now caught in his lust. She felt his fur bunch, his muscles tense as they worked. His pecks tightened under her fingers. She was pressed to his back, her hips moving in time with his to stay flush. "Make her cry Benjamin, make her remember you as more than just a number." She bent forward, bending him over the girl. She moved to the side and brushed her hand over his ass, squeezing and making him yowl. "Fuck her. No restraint, no holding back. Make her your bitch."

She cried out, Benjamin sinking his claws in deep enough to draw blood. Kelsura had to hold her tiger by the hands to keep him from doing any more damage as he gave into himself. The little piece of him just under the surface, the animal he held caged and at bay. His hips rocked back and forth, the bear choking and sobbing, hiccupping as she was pounded into and rocked against the creaking metal clapped around her neck and wrists.

Kelsura marveled at the ferocity, having experienced it herself but only now seeing it from the side. A beautiful spectacle to watch the veil torn away and the cage opened. Much to her own surprise her boy without any coaxing pulled himself from the bears overly used pussy and slammed himself with a single stroke into her ass. Apparently the girl had seen little attention there as her head shot up and she let out a keening cry.

"No more! Please, no more just finish..." She sopped. Kelsura smacked her nose with a crack of her tail.

Benjamin reamed her back side with hard, swift thrusts. After hours of abuse the pillory creaked as though it might break, sending the bear and tiger tumbling forward. Benjamin seemed not to notice at all. Kelsura had coaxed his claws away but he now held tight with a fist full of fur over her back and a hand full of hair from her head, back bent low. It looked painful from where the dragoness now stood.

"Oh god! Oh god it hurts, it burns! You're tearing my ass apart! Oh gods please stop!" The bear was struggling hard now against the pumping tiger, his barbs fully extended inside of her and pulling at her inside like tiny daggers.

"Delicious aren't they?" Kelsura purred, a hand between her own legs and fingers dipping between her folds. "Something to look forward to if your master ever actually find you attractive enough to take an egg from you."

"An e-AAAHHHH!" She screamed, Benjamin pulling from her ass, his barbs still fully extended. He came a stream of white over the bears back before stuffing into her cunt once more and finishing inside her. He panted, rocking softly on her now as he rode the high of orgasmic bliss.

Benjamin looked down at himself, his sheath a wet mess. The bear looking forward worse, now hanging back her limps as her legs gave out from under her. He worried a moment but she didn't seem to be choking despite the angle at which she hung.

"There's enough room around her neck" Kelsura said, pushing her fingers under the tiger's nose. Still gripped by the haze he wrapped his tongue around them, turning to suck them into his mouth and slowly lowering himself to his knees as he did. "She won't choke, but she will have a very stiff neck."

With a frown, Benjamin whined, looking up at his mistress. He stood back up, walking over to the girl and stooping to push her knees under her. She still slumped, she was at least propped in such a way that she shouldn't be in too much pain once release.

"That was kind of you." Kelsura said as she snapped the leash back to his collar.

"I could have done more." He said, looking her over one finally time before lead away, feeling like the worst person in the world.

"You did as you were told, she wouldn't have been in that situation had she done the same. You were a good boy today, let's go home. You can have the bath to yourself if you want, as a reward."

Benjamin simply sighed. There was no arguing the point, not with a dragon. He had done as he was told. He had been a good boy. He was going to be rewarding for being a good boy, for being an awful person.