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Ruble was dreaming of his memories. He was in the library, back before the dragons shut it down for 'biased historical reporting.' Though the memory was hazy in the background, it was sharp just in front of him. He was reading the journal of a wizard from the college saying something about unicorns.

He started off stating the basics- unicorns have more females than males at about a five to one ratio. The males always take multiple mares, and the mares are always fiercely loyal to their husband. The wizard remarked that it was very strange that it was not the other way around.

It was his theory that they were made that way artificially, through the magic of a powerful horse wizard thousands of years ago. No unicorns were known to exist before then, and they appeared out of practically nowhere. Whereas the males cavorted and slept around wherever they wanted, the females were never jealous of their husbands' exploits- indeed, they would often be with their husbands when fornicating with someone else. The author remarked that among any natural species, this was not typical.

He believed the first unicorn made it so women would be magically attached to the male who seeded them, unable to hate them under any circumstance. The author accused the ancestor of the unicorns of magically enslaving the female unicorns to whomever fucked them first. A few pages later, someone in a different handwriting said that the author was imprisoned by unicorn authority, and that the book was to be preserved as an example of what kind of lies and supposition not to write. Then he closed the book...

Ruble opened his eyes. The young unicorn girl named Fio slept against him, wearing only a drooling smile. Their fur was matted, stuck against the hardwood floor. The night before, he raped her and filled her with his seed- or at least, he thought he raped her. Her magic squeezed his prostate and nuts dry, making him breed her until not a sperm was left in him. Even now, her pussy squeezed shut around him, keeping as much of his semen locked inside her as she could hold, keeping her stomach slightly swollen.

He pulled his dick out of her. His knot wasn't trapped inside her vice-like cunny anymore! He sighed in relief, then rolled onto his back. His dick hanged between his legs, limp and sore. He was going to need time to recover from this. However, he knew it was time he might not have.

He rubbed his chin, thinking. If he knew she was going to drain him so hard, he would have saved her for last. He still had three more princesses to breed, and after that night, he wasn't sure when he would be able to get hard again. But he couldn't let them know that, or they might not be afraid of him anymore- and if they weren't afraid, they might try to escape. He couldn't afford to let them get hurt in such an attempt.

He stood up and picked up Fio by her bound hands, then reattached them to the rail. He slid her back into view of the other three, still hanging in the only light in the room. Their eyes opened wide, and they tried to clench their legs shut. It didn't work, of course- they each had spreader bars holding their knees open.

She hanged there, legs limp and white cum stains splattered all down her legs. Her stomach was bigger than it was before, stuffed to the brim with cum. But the thing that horrified the three young women the most was her smile. Even hanging from the ceiling, naked, unconscious and raped, she was smiling.

"Fio!" Balewif the wolf shouted. "Wake up! Fio!"

"Hm?" she asked.

She shook her head, shaking her messy mane out of her face. She looked around at the others, and her smile disappeared. She looked down at her stomach, and her eyes opened wide. Memories of the night before flooded back to her, making her eyes unfocus as she saw it all unfold before her again. She bit her lip, and her hips started grinding against the air...

"Fio, knock it off!" Maka the lioness shouted, tears welling up in her eyes. "What did he do to you?!"

Fio blushed and looked down so she wouldn't have to look them in the eyes. Then, after a few minutes in silence, she said, "You know what he did."

"Why were you acting so strange?" Eleya demanded. Maka and Balewif glared at her- it was she who voted that Fio should be raped in the first place!

"Strange? What do you mean?" Fio asked.

"You were smiling, for starters," Eleya said. "Then when you started thinking of getting raped, you humped the air. You wanted more."

Fio shrugged as best as she could.

"I... you know, it just... it felt good."

The other three stared at her, a sense of dread growing in their hearts.

"What can do this to someone?" Balewif asked.

"Maybe it was a drug," Maka suggested. "Maybe he fed her something, or made her drink something."

"Maybe it's magic," Eleya said. "Do you think he's mind controlling her?"

"What do you care?!" Balewif asked, "You're the one who got her raped in the first place!"

"I didn't rape her! He was- he was touching me!" she said, breaking out into tears. "I didn't want to be raped!"

"Neither did we, but we didn't condemn someone else," Maka said, squinting at the pink dragon. "I guess this time, we'll know whom to vote for."

Balewif nodded her agreement. They stared at her, wishing that Ruble would go ahead and start the next round of voting.

Ruble grinned. He wanted them to get along, but Eleya failed them. He knew why they wanted to punish her, and he agreed that it made her a bad person, but she was right- she wasn't the one who tied them up and held them prisoner. He was.

"Actually," he said from the darkness, "there won't be another voting round."

Balewif, Eleya and Maka jumped at his voice, looking for its source in the shadows. Fio bit her lip, and tried to not get turned on by the sound of his voice.

"The vote was a chance- if the noble houses could work together, I would release you all," he lied. "But whenever something needs to be done in this country and a single one of your families don't want to, it's the poor who suffer."

"Well we're willing to work together now!" Maka said. "Just punish the dragon for not working with us, and we'll never come looking for you!"

"No," Balewif said. Everyone looked at her. "No. We don't need to punish Eleya for his crimes. We don't need to punish anyone. I just want to get Fio home," she said.

"Are you nuts?!" she shouted. "Eleya's pig headed family is responsible for the city-state today! They want everyone to bow to them, and refuse to let anyone else have power! If nothing else, our families should ban together to oust them once and for all!"

"That's not a reason to have her raped," Balewif said. "She's a backstabbing bitch, but I don't care what happens to her. He raped Fio, Maka. We need to get her home."

Eleya hanged there, tail drooping as they argued about what to do with her. Balewif wanted to show mercy, but only because it fit her goals. Maka blamed her for what the giant yellow dog did. Were they really going to give her up to be raped?

"I said this will not be a vote," Ruble said. Maka huffed, and the other three sighed.

"Like I said before- the vote was a chance, a chance you have no longer. The only thing you can do now is try to win, and hope someone finds us before I rape each of you," he said. He watched to see who shuddered the most, and shuddered himself when Fio's snatch moistened.

"We are going to have a contest," he said. "It will be a contest of physical stamina as much as it will require willpower. It will be gruesome- you may all three betray each other before it is over. Or perhaps you'll simply give up and present yourself for breeding. Dark times are ahead."

The three gulped. He watched their sweat run down their brow, dripping over twitching, nervous faces. He chuckled to himself and fetched the equipment.

He stood in the shadows and blindfolded them, leaving Fio uncovered and able to watch the show. When he was sure none of them could see him, he attached the other straps.

They were simple tools. Each girl had a new strap around her chest, shoving her boobs upward a bit, but more importantly, supporting two poles going under her armpits. The poles slid freely under their arms, and had feathers glued to them. The other ends of the poles went to the other two girls' ankles.

They all stayed deathly still. The slightest motion drew the feathers against their breasts and armpits, tickling their sensitive flesh. The air was full of stillness and held breath.

"Each of you have two poles on your ankles. Move the pole on your right foot, and you'll tickle the girl on your left. Move the pole on your left foot, and you'll tickle the girl on your left. First girl to laugh, loses," he said.

"What does any of this fix?!" Balewif shouted. Maka twitched as the feathers budged under her.

"Now, I know you girls are all different," he continued. "Balewif is fluffy, and Eleya has scales. You're ticklish to different things. To accommodate you, the poles each have different sections. They have fluffy feathers, firm feathers, thick feathers, thin feathers... of course, since you can't see anything, you'll have to guess if you're being effective or not."

"We're not playing your game!" Balewif shouted.

"And of course, we have the wild cards. After a minute of letting you all drown in your own sweat, I'll start coming around and tickling each of you at random. I'll tickle you for perhaps ten seconds, and then I'll move on to the next girl. Of course, I won't restrict myself to where the feathers are. Or to using feathers, for that matter," he said.

He stopped in front of Fio and looked down. She looked back up, blushing now that she could finally see him fully.

"As for you, you get to be my special helper," he said. "Sound fun?"

She nodded, but didn't look sure to him.

"It'll be fun," he said, reaching his hand between her legs. "And if you do well enough, you might get to play again a little later."

She melted on his hands, letting him squeeze and mold her pussy. The magic in her blood told her this was her stallion, and she was his mare. She obeyed it with passion, grinding his hand deeper into her and rubbing her nipples over his course fur.

He let her. For thirty seconds, he let her squeeze and squirm to her heart's content. Then, with a kiss and a shiver, he silently stepped to the other three. He could feel Fio staring from behind, hungry. Keeping that one satisfied was going to be hard. Perhaps...

He grinned at the wicked idea. Perhaps the end of the game wouldn't be the end of the fun, after all.

He walked to Maka and observed her. She was keeping her ankles stock-still. He raised his eyebrow at the pole connected to Eleya, but even that was mysteriously still.

Well it wouldn't be that way for long! He grabbed the thinnest tipped paint-brush and traced the lioness's beautiful, bouncy teat.

She grit her teeth and shoved her chest into it, trying to force more pressure so it wouldn't tickle. The motion tickled the other two, surprising them.

"Maka, cut it out!" Balewif said.

"Sorry! He's-"

She didn't finish. He began tracing the tip around her pussy's lips, and her mouth shut tight. Her hips bucked and twitched, forcing the others to grit their teeth as well.

"Hm... almost," he said.

He left her, and she quit moving. Her jaw stayed clenched, though. She could feel the ghostly tickle of the paint-brush on her skin, and the sweat moving downward made it worse. The others breathed a sigh of relief as the feathers quit brushing against them.

He stood in front of Balewif and considered her. For the dragon and the lion, he was only able to guess. For his fellow canine, though, he had a pretty good idea of where her ticklish spots were. He placed the tip on the edge of her ear, gently brushing by.

Her ear flicked, and he did it again. She pulled her head to the side, trying to hide from the brush, but he knew his guess was right. He moved on to her nose, and she shook her head the other way. The other two twitched as she sent the feathers inching along, but refused to laugh.

He had one more spot to test before he moved on, though. He flipped the brush and used the wooden end to tickle her sides, right by her belly. Balewif's teeth flashed, but she bit down on the laugh before it left her throat. She curled and twisted, but couldn't escape the brush. He grinned and held it still, letting her own attempts to escape tickle her. Maka and Eleya's heads rolled as they tried to keep their jaws shut, trying to block out the tickling feathers.

Comfortable with Balewif, he stopped tickling her and walked to Eleya. Everyone could hear Balewif's unsteady breathing. Maka gulped, and pondered what she should do.

He didn't hesitate. He placed the brush against the bottom of the tip of her tail and danced over it, one agonizing scale at a time. She tried the same thing as Maka, trying to press against the brush to stop the tickle. He angled it downward, and in an instant she felt the brush's fibers against her sphincter. Her hips flew forward.

"Humping already, Eleya?" he asked. "I told you before, you're allowed to just give up. Isn't that what you want?"

"Fuck you!" she said, voice strained and tearing.

"That's the idea, isn't it?" he said. He slipped the brush between her legs, letting it slip against her mons. She threw her hips to the left and right, but couldn't dislodge the intrusive tip. He dragged it up and down a few times, then pulled it out and dragged it across her taint. He could hear her throat squeezing as feathers and the brush-tip teased her most sensitive parts.

He left her alone and went back to Maka. None of them betrayed each other... yet. In Maka, though, he could see a different kind of bitterness. Was it envy, he wondered? Her attention was torn between staying still and trying to peer under her mask at Balewif...

His jaw dropped. He thought it odd that Maka was so willing to work with Balewif, but going so far as to worry about her... He needed to test his hypothesis.

He set the brush on the floor and slipped behind Maka, then tapped his fingernails over her ribs. She grunted, squirmed, rolled, and bucked, but couldn't escape the fingernails. Sweat poured down her fur, and he could feel her slipping, closer, her body losing control...

Her leg jerked so quickly he wasn't sure it was moving at first. Her right leg was thrusting the attached pole in and out, sending the entire shaft of feathers down Eleya's skin. Eleya in return almost screamed in panic. Her entire body convulsed and kept convulsing, sending feathers streaming down both of the other girls' flesh. It was a perpetual motion machine made of soft, ticklish bodies.

It all confirmed his suspicions. Maka followed Balewif's orders, despite their families having notoriously bad relationships. When Maka finally started breaking, she tried to sabotage Eleya- and now she was constantly turning her ears to Balewif, trying to discern her condition. Maka had a crush on Balewif.

He stepped away from her to appreciate the scene and pick his brush back up. The bouncing breasts were a sight to behold, and he knew he would regret not watching for at least a few seconds. He still had work to do, though, and he moved on to Balewif again.

Her body was curled up, her knees up to her chest. She was trying to push the poles away from her body, failing. Her pussy's lips were perfectly presented for the brush. With the stroke of an artist whose tapestry was flesh and whose paint was sensation, he brushed it slowly across her nethers.

Her control over her posture broke, and she thrashed. He jumped back, surprised by her small body's energy. He came at her from the top, dabbing her ears and nose. She choked back a chortle and tried to bite it.

He smiled. To his left, he could hear similar noises coming from Maka and Eleya, but neither had him on them. He went in for the finishing attack: A flurry of fingernails tickling her sides and belly.

The other two stopped moving as they heard Balewif bust out into a high pitched, terrified laugh. Dread crept down their spines. Maka's head and shoulders sunk in defeat, and tears welled up from under the mask. Eleya bit her tongue, swearing at herself under her breath. Slowly, Balewif stopped laughing.

Ruble knew he had to handle this delicately.

He grabbed Balewif's wrists and picked her up off the railing attached to the ceiling. Eleya heard the clip come undone, and her mind was made up.

"Wait!" she shouted.

Ruble and the others looked toward her.

"Wait, take me instead!" she said.

Ruble raised an eyebrow. Was she trying to make up for before?

"It's my fault we're still down here," she said. "Everyone you rape... it's all your fault. But it's mine, too, for voting in the first place. So don't take her, just... take me, instead."

Ruble bit his lip. While her words moved him, he had plans for Balewif. After seeing her performance and her continued refusal to play his games, he knew he had to let her in on his plan sooner rather than later.

"Sorry," he said, "but you have to get over your pride before someone else pays for it. You could have lost at any point just now."

He walked over to Fio, then pulled her down off of her rail.

"Fio here will keep you entertained while I'm entertaining Balewif," he said, tossing her over his shoulder. "Won't you, Fio?"

She nodded, happy to please in both senses of the word.

"What?" Maka said. "What the hell- Fio, don't do anything strange!" she shouted. "He drugged you or something, snap out of it!"

Fio, however, did not care about the words of the prisoner named Maka, only her Stallion. He said if she did a good job, he would let her 'play' again. She hummed a pleasant tune and picked up the paint-brush on her way to Maka.

"It's not fair yours are so much bigger than mine," she said, pouting, "but I guess that means I can practice painting on them, huh?"

Ruble left the room, ears cringing at the high pitched laughter. He expected Fio could keep them good and distracted for a long time. And with what he was going to do with Balewif, he might need every second she could give him.