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She awoke in complete darkness. Not a single glimmer of light. It smelt like damp stone, and felt just like it too. A cave…

She rose to trembling feet. The pressure against her throat and the clanking of metal broke through her foggy consciousness. Her claws shot up to find a smooth band of metal encircling her neck. Quite snugly at that…

Still groggy and not yet panicked, Ximiao ran her claws over the collar. There had to be a way to remove it. Toward the back, a little to one side, a ring was felt. A chain was attached to it. She turned the collar so the ring was at the front. With frantic talons, she followed the chain's length. Two steps between the ring on the wall and the one on the collar. She tugged at it; tentative, then harder; the chain did not budge.

Ximiao let go of the chain and tentatively traced the wall. Lines. Squares. A brick wall. The ground…it was smooth. No loose rocks, no hard bridges, no sharp cuts. She sniffed the air, ears completely perked up. It stank of mammals…

The dog. She had done this to her. Broke the truce to have Bagual.

The rage was intense, yet the chain resisted all the frenzied pulling and biting; the wall remained impassive to all the kicking and punching; and the howlering didn't even make an echo. The only productive thing accomplished was the realization that they had cut off her claws. She had smooth little nubs at the end of each thick finger.

In sudden terror, she took the mauled talons to her head. They had also sawed off her horns!!! As if she was some low-class scavenger...

And then it hit her. The magic!! It was gone! Each time she tried to fare it up, it bristled away. Like sand between her talons.

She sat down, feathers bristled, a low hissy growl rumbling on her long neck. The dog was mad.Ximiao was a beloved warrior of the tribe, a valuable member of one of the oldest clans. She had the protection of the most important member of the Council. They would search for her; all of Mextli would wash through the canine army like fire through a dry field.

Ximiao flinched violently when the sound of metal on metal resounded in the darkness.

Rage disappeared, overcome by the instincts of a hard trained warrior. Feathers bristled, teeth bared, the crouched dragon faced the source of the noise.

Light blazed through the darkness. Ximiao recoiled with a shriek of pain, hands flying up to protect her eyes. Blinded, she relied on her nose and ears. Heavy steps…and the stench of a dog. A guttural growl rumbled on her throat.

“You're finally awake. I've been waiting a while."

“Karma!"Ximiao snarled. “You stupid dog! You'll unleash the war! We had a truce!"

“Speak Canid. As my inferior, you will speak a civilized tongue."

“...oh, you really lost your fucking mind…"

“Not quite. The Council has surrendered you to me, Ximiao. By the Laws of both of our people, you are my slave now."

Ximiao barked out a laugh, tail lashing and cracking like a whip.

“Why would they do that?! I did nothing wrong, and you're a dog. And the most pathetic one too!"

Her eyes squinted against the blaring light. Eyes so lovely sculpted by nature to thrive in the darkness strained to adapt to the jarring change. But she endured the pain. Despite the defiance blazing in her heart, fear was gripping. Lies or not, Karma had a lot of reasons to want to hurt her, and she was helpless.

“...stop that. I'll wait…"

Ximiao closed her eyes, and forced herself to calm down. In time, she could bear the light, and was able to see her captor. The sight was shocking, and for a moment, she doubted this was the right dog.

Karma was a soft ridiculous creature. Chunky, flabby, and lazy, she would spend her days reading and writing under the shade of the trees. She hid under the ridiculous garments city mammals wore; thick, clunky and colorful. Even the way she walked, the way she would look at others, all spoke of an unthreatening nothing. A meal, if not for the protection of others…

But this dog looked down at her, back straight, legs spread in a firm stance. She was wearing a brilliantly polished one-piece leather dress that ended just below her knees. On her feet were laced a pair of glossy, black, knee high boots with 5 inch heels. There was a tight, black, leather corset over the outside of the dress (or the corset was a part of the dress, she couldn't tell for sure) that narrowed Karma's seemingly square waist down to an impossibly petite size. And her breasts, usually hidden under layers of clothes, were proudly displayed over the black material.

Ximiao looked up. Karma's dumb face was hardened in an expression so reminiscent of veteran mextli warriors that all defiance melted from her very bones. her feathers settled, and she flattened against the wall, ears flopped down, tail curled against her body. Maybe..this wasn't Karma. Maybe the Council was pissed and they were messing with her.

She looked at the source of the light. A rectangle…a door. There was another room outside.

Karma stepped into her camp of sight. Ximiao did not look up.

“Now then. On your feet." Even the way she spoke was all wrong. “Face the wall and put your hands behind your back."

Ximiao shivered, trying to grab onto logic. But when Karma stomped forward, threatening bulk looming over her, survival instincts took over. With blinding speed, the dragon's tail lashed out. The dog jumped out of its way, and lunged forward. She was slow, and the dragon darted away.

The chain clanked noisily as it jerked Ximiao to an abrupt stop. Winded and on her back, the dragon thrashed like a panicked cat. Without her claws and superior speed, however, it was all for nothing. Karma dropped onto her. Winded, she was flipped onto her stomach, and her snout- razor sharp teeth the only defense left-was seized in an unforgiving grip and pulled back.

Neck in a taunt arc and body pinned by a suffocating weight, Ximiao tapped the ground frantically to surrender. Karma didn't let go, but didn't cause further pain either. She was sliding something over her snout. It was a leather pouch. A muzzle!

Ximiao groaned as her head was allowed to drop down. She tried opening her snout, but it was firmly held shut. Reflectively, the dragon tried to go for her face, to free herself from the offending item, but her wrists were seized, and her arms were twisted to her back. Ximiao felt them being bound. As Karma got up, the whimpering dragon assumed it was over.

The dog sat down on her back again. Ximiao grunted and squirmed when Karma's powerful thighs pressed firmly against her body, the boots now resting against her lithe shoulders. Karma was binding her legs together.

Ximiao's tail was still mostly free. It waved belligerent in the air…But it would not strike….It was over. Karma had won, and all Ximiao could do was lay down and wait until the dog decided to leave her alone.

“You're a smart beast.." Karma said. Ximiao hissed, feeling restraints being wrapped around her ankles. The dog got off of him, but didn't let go of her feet. “The quicker you accept me as your better, the sooner we can get to the nice side of things."

Ximiao squirmed on the ground as Karma continued to touch her. She was threading rope underneath her arms and tying them tighter together . She wanted to protest; she couldn't move already, what was the point of more restraints. But Karma ignored her and tightened the ropes until her arms were quite taunt. Ximiao felt another thug on her legs, felt Karma's hands on her feet, and then, finally, the dog moved away.

Then she realized: she had finished her work by tying her feet to her arms. She couldn't lower her legs…she was stock laying on her stomach.

Afraid and humiliated, Ximiao turned her head to face the wall, whimpering in her misery.

“This is called a hog-tie, Ximiao. And I need you to understand how much worse I can make it." The dragon's heart skipped a bit. Karma's voice had faltered! Mercy and hesitation….this was not some sick twisted trick from the Council. A mextli warrior would have made it much worse and laughed about it. She turned her head and looked up at the dog towering over her. Karma was blushing… “Ahem…I'll give you the evening to digest the situation. I expect to be met with proper respect tomorrow morning."

The dog turned and walked to the opened door. It was gently closed, and Ximiao found herself alone in the dark again. Confused and bound…but hopeful. Karma was still just a dumb dog. Whatever this was, would end soon.

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Karma's façade dropped as soon as the door was closed. Sliding down to the floor, she covered her blushing face in shame. It had been frighteningly easy to act like a thug. And arousing too. Her pussy was wet and tense. Her clit ached. Had she not been such a disciplined creature, her hand would be upon it already, rubbing the agony away.

"What did you do."

The horrid sizzling voice sobered her up instantly. The ache in her crotch forgotten, Karma jumped back to her feet and swallowed the lump on her throat. The dragon's presence felt like a frigid breeze and the stench of blood it carried never failed to make her nostrils flare. Karma was careful to not even glance Shilao's way.

“What we said I would. Ximiao knows now what's to be."

“Good dog. Go home. Sleep."

She refrained from airing any concerns about Ximiao being left bound and unattended all night. One could not ask questions to a dragon elder, not even one as “lenient" as Shilao. All Karma could do was bow her respects and hurry to obey.

Outside, the sun neared the horizon. Not a single cloud in the darkening sky. The lands surrounding the house were vast and as green as grass could be. All the way to the mountains, swallowed then by forests and snow. A gentle tepid breeze blew, carrying the scent of flowers. Birds sang the last merry notes of the day.

Karma was offended by such serene beauty. The rational world was in peril, and nature couldn't care less.

“Bork! Bork!"

Doge ran towards her across the meadow, barking all the way in that weird way of his. The 80 pound feral stopped two steps from Karma, the nub he had for a tail waving frantically and his round butt swinging as the beast hopped from side to side. Such was his happiness that all of him had to express it.

“You silly monster of a dog, you." Karma said, kneeling to hug the mighty beast. Doge melted on her arms, starved for affection. “You should stay home when I come here. Shilao's in there. I don't know if he would eat you."

The mere thought sent a shiver up her spine, and Karma glanced back at the house before hurrying away towards the small barn.

The House. It had been built as a safe place to conduct her experiments, 6 Km away from Freedom Town. It would be annoying to have to ride back and forth-with all the imposed risks of such a trip in these wild lands- but Bagual would not be able to move in with them for a few weeks, and the thought of being apart for so long was physically painful.

As was the painful arousal built up between her legs. There was no-one around, but Karma still felt the need to be inside the barn before tending to her throbbing pussy. Alone now with Doge and a feral horse, she sat down and began fingering herself, rubbing her aching clit with the palm of one hand. The memory of Ximiao's shy gazes and pained whimpers haunted her mind.