Fates of the Unicorns 7 - Chakal's Pet
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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 7 - Chakal's Pet
Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 7 - Chakal's Pet
SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters.
Chakal chewed and chewed on the hay that was all her Master provided for her. She sat against a wall of the cave as she wished for the thousandth time she were somewhere else. Anywhere else. But she was trapped here, waiting in this dull cave, waiting for the dragon to come back and make an example out of yet another unicorn. She swallowed and sighed, once more getting up to go to the mouth of the cave. There was always a group of unicorns here when it was daytime to lookout into the sky. Nobody wanted to be near it at dark, not knowing what might be just outside, waiting for them to get too close.
She shivered as the drake on the ledge below moved, and most of the other mares shied away. She eyed the edge with a wary look, but didn't move. If that monster was going to come up here and eat them, it would have already. She trusted that the dragons kept their beasts under strict control. Anything less would be suicidal.
Jumping she turned, hearing the door open, wondering if it was food, or...
"Line up, bitches!" shouted the feline guard.
Groaning in dismay, she obeyed with all the rest of the mares. She took a place in line, hands behind her back and tried not to look at the dragon. Nothing good comes of him noticing you. She heard the clink and rattle of chains moving down the line but didn't watch, just waited for what was to come. A guard soon was standing before her, and she blinked in surprise as her ball gag was detached from where it hung off the side of her muzzle and was taken away, the guard carrying an armload of them.
Master Rahmor took the heavy set of bondage and walked past the line to stand facing the entrance. He made a barking noise of some sort, and a moment later the large drake half-climbed, half flew into the opening of the slaves cavern, head swiveling from side to side with interest at everyone inside.
Half the mares screamed and backed away, the other half frozen in place by fear and it was several minutes before the guards got them all lined back up again, facing the drake. Even then there was still lots of shuffling and edging back, always to be met with a spank or pinch and a push back into place.
Rahmor walked up to the big beast and spoke a few more commands in the harsh barking tongue, and the drake settled down onto all fours, it's pose like a cat, it's forepaws crossed over each other, tail curled around it's body. With a grand gesture, Rahmor dumped the ball gags onto the floor at the drakes feet. The big beat tilted it's head down slightly, taking big sniffs but otherwise not moving.
"Now girls, time to amuse your Master. You all know how important keeping your expensive and custom-fitted bondage is, so go find yours and then return to the line. There is a time limit. Fail to recover your gag will result in.. severe punishment." he said, moving to stand by one wall so he had a good view of the cave. "Move, slaves."
Nobody moved. Unicorns looked at the pile and then to the giant drake in front of them, and the drake looked back. There was much shuffling in place and whimpers and a few false starts. Chakal gulped and thought hard. Was it a trick? Would the first to go over there be eaten? Or.. would it be the last? She made her decision and took a step forward, then another. The drake didn't move, but watched her intently, clearly focusing his attention on her small body. She looked right back at the big beast, having seen how their riders did so and hoping it would think she was one of them and not an easy meal. Soon she reached the pile and knelt down to look through it. Even with the drakes head wall above her, she could feel it's hot breath blowing over her as it snorted and sniffed. Hands shaking she found her gag and stood, almost turning around, but thinking better of it at the last moment and backing away slowly.
"Oofh!" she said as she bumped into another unicorn who had been making her way forward, the big warrior who towered over her.
"Sorry..." said Tamira who was pulling another unicorn along with her. "Come on, Dana.. it didn't eat her, it won't eat us. Will it?"
Chakal looked up and shook her head, "No, I don't think it will. They seem very well trained." She made her way back to the line and watched as the pair reached the dragon and looked for their gags. Now there were a few more moving hesitantly forward. Safety in numbers it seemed, even though that thing could probably kill the entire group before anyone could even do more than let out a single scream.
"Could.. could you get mine?" asked a unicorn at her side.
She shook her head, "I think we might get in trouble.. I think that dragon wants each of us to get their own." She jumped, letting out a little shriek as something sharp jabbed into her back, spinning around to find the cat guard with a clawed finger pointing at her.
"'That dragon' is your Master, slave" she said sharply. "Don't let me hear you call him anything else again, got it?"
Chakal nodded and gulped. That feline guard was a mean one she thought, and didn't want to annoy her.
Another of the guards, the leopard walked up to her. "It's not really a RULE that you call him anything specific when he is not around. But... I'd get into the habit of using the correct, respectful terms. Slipping up when your Master can hear you would NOT be a good idea, understand?"
She nodded again and turned back to the timid mare who was still at her side, "Go on.. see, nothing happened to any of the others. And... and I don't think you want to be the last to get yours."
The mare let out an eep, and several others must have heard as well for the last of them moved forward fearfully to fetch their bondage.
She let out a sigh of relief as the last of them came quickly back to the line clutching their ball gags like some bit of treasure they just stole from a dragons horde. Nobody was eaten, it was all going to be ok.
Master Rahmor lifted a hand to point a taloned finger, "That one. Bring her."
Chakal squeaked as she realised he was pointing at HER! The leopard was at her side, taking a hold of her chain and pulling her. "But.." she started but stopped as the leopard gave a yank on the chain and hissed quietly to her, "Shush." She swallowed down any further words and allowed herself to be led out of the door, eyes wide in panic, what was going to happen to her? More than ever she wanted to be back home.. back at the farm.. back where it was safe.
...
The farm was busy this time of year. Not that it was ever NOT busy, but everyone wanted to sell foals or buy trained mounts which caused lots of stock to move in and out. Which made the animals even more on edge than usual. Luckily this farm was run by unicorns who were specially good with animals, and there was rarely any trouble. But no amount of unicorn care could keep animals from getting skittish with all the comings and goings.
Chakal didn't mind though. The more that was going on meant a larger chance of seeing something interesting. Like the big riding bird that was here last year. It couldn't fly, but boy could that thing run! And the feathers were so pretty. She still had one of the large tail-feathers that had been shed during it's brief stay. Usually the place was stocked with horses, cows, riding bears, trained dogs and other common domestic animals. Not much call for expensive, exotic breeds here. It wasn't borderlands, but it was close to them and made some folk uncomfortable with the distant mountain peaks in view on clear days.
"Hey there buttercup" she called out to the stallion in it's pen as she checked in on it, making sure it had enough food and water.
"Thats not his name. Until he is sold and has an owner that wants him to have a name he is just another animal" said Chakal's supervisor.
"Yeah.. well I like to call them all something. Makes them more comfortable." she said, moving onto the next stall.
"Waste of time, it is. You coddle these animals too much. Less talk, less petting and more work, thats the way to make it here."
"Ok.. ok.. I'll get them all checked before lunch break." said Chakal, making sure not to give offense. Her supervisor was a pain, but if she wanted to be more than the lead handler for a small farm, she needed to impress everyone she could. She soon was again absorbed in the care of the animals and finished well before her lunch break. "Might as well get a head start on the next bunch" she said to the mare she had just finished brushing when she heard the screams.
Thinking a horse or bear must have panicked and hurt someone she ran to the door of the stable and gasped in horror. Huge winged beasts were landing all over, scaly lizard men riding them and more on foot at the gates, herding the mix of unicorns and furries into the center of the farm. Dragons? Here? She shrunk back into the barn as one of the big winged lizards chomped down on a horse tied up nearby and began to feed. She ran down to the other end of the barn. This barn led out into the clearing by the forest. If she could get there she could hide.
A whinny of fear made her pause. The sounds and smells had all the horses in the stalls afraid. She couldn't leave them to be eaten like prey by those beasts! She threw the back doors open and began to release the stalls of the horses. They didn't even hesitate as they bolted for the doors away from the noise and ran for the woods. She knew they could leap the fence if panicked, she had seen it before, and knew they would get out. She was halfway done when something slammed into her back, sending her sprawling to the ground, landing in the mud and manure. A heavy, clawed foot shoved down on her back and she could see the form of the dragon standing over her and knew she was about to die.
In the days to come she often wished she had died. She saw many of the remaining animals eaten by the large drakes, and worse, even some of the furries that had been customers here. But all the unicorns were spared. Bound, hauled onto the drakes for a fast, terrifying flight to the foothills, but at least they were not eaten alive.
Chakal knew the terror of it all was going to drive her mad. So she escaped into fantasy. Those drakes in the field.. they had not been eating people. They were new animals to be trained and sold. Just like the horses, just bigger. She had always wanted to work with exotic creatures, hadn't she? How would you muzzle such a thing she wondered. It could just claw it off.
During the long marches and the days tied to the slave traders stakes she made herself think about the large drakes that still frequently wandered about. Just big lizards, nothing to be afraid of. I wonder if their droppings make good fertilizer? Do they shed their skins? Which are males and which are females? Do the colors mean anything?
Like the other captured unicorns, she eventually became accustomed to her captivity. Of course she was terrified when guards came for her, or one of the dragons came near, but she no longer cowered in a stunned heap at the end of the day. Cold, hungry, dirty and miserable, but she was a unicorn and they heal fast. Even the pain of being made a slave becomes bearable in time.
...
The trip was not long. The panther led her down a curving passage and through several tunnels which eventually exited at the ledge below her slave quarters, first passing several hallways leading to storage of some kind. The drake was waiting, seated under the sheltering overhang and watching her emerge. Master Rahmor was there as well. This cave was about as featureless as the one above. There were leather and metal straps and saddles and harnesses in the back, along with pieces of curved and shiny armor. Walking further she could make out a hollowed out hole that was filled with gold, jewels and other treasures. A dragons horde! She glanced at it again, susceptible to the allure of riches as any civilized furry. With a closer look she realised the jewels were just glass, most chipped and damaged, the silver was just steel and the gold some kind of allow. It was all mostly worthless, but very shiny and pretty.
"Kneel here" ordered Master Rahmor, pointing down at the floor by his feet.
Chakal nodded silently, eyes on the drake as she moved to obey. She whimpered as he horn was gripped, her head forced down into a bow and the dragons tail curled around her waist possessively.
"I have decided to allow you the honor of caring for my war drake, Tahet. He requires his talons and horns to be trimmed and sharpened. Scales polished, hide oiled. Injuries dealt with and watched. All of this can be done by any of my slaves, but I will also require you to use those special animal skills all unicorns share."
She wrung her hands behind her back, very happy she was not to be eaten, then wondered at the last. "Special skills?" she asked.
The dragons hand shoved Chakal's head down, forcing her into a low, bowing crouch with her nose and mouth shoved firmly against the top of the dragons foot. "You will call me Master when speaking, slave" he growled. "Apologise for your insult, and then lick my feet to show your understanding of your place" he demanded.
She gulped and whispered, "I'm sorry.. Master." She paused, and then began to lick the dragons scaly foot and toes, grimacing at the taste of dust and dirt but too afraid to disobey. She understood dominance and submission, pack leaders and pack followers from her work with animals, and knew this was far more than just a slave owner wanting to abuse his slave. Few things were more dangerous to be around than a pack leader having his position challenged. Such things often led to fights to the death. So she continued to lick meekly.
The dragon rumbled and then stood silently. "Unicorns are known for their deep connection to nature. The best mounts are unicorn trained." He pulled his foot from under her nose, replacing it with the other, grunting in approval as she continued to lick. "The drakes obey us because we are quite similar in looks and nature. We dominate them the same way we decide who among us will lead, and who will follow."
Chakal paused licking for a few seconds, then quickly started again with a small whimper of worry.
"You have a question, slave? Ask" the dragon commanded her.
She stuttered and asked softly, "You don't decide by.. battle? Strength?" She then continued her licking, knowing it would be unwise to assume she could stop until he said so very clearly.
The dragon laughed, "You have seen the capital we built here. You know how many generations we have fought the insects. Do you think we did all this by bashing heads together?" He pulled her up by her horn, lifting her to her feet so he could run his other hand through her fur, his enjoyment of having her under his paws obvious. "It is our nature to submit and dominate. Animals do so by shows of strength, because the strong have the best chance to survive and lead. Ours is a more complex dance. We have many castes, each with its own rules on who leads, and who follows. A warrior may start out as a spear carrier. But if he shows a gifted understanding of tactics on the battlefield, he will rise in rank. He does not do so because he wishes to lead, nor because his superiors want him to. He does because he, and the others he serves with all know the dragon race will be served best by him taking a position of command." His hand had moved to her breast now, squeezing firmly, talons scratching lightly through the soft unicorn fur.
Chakal groaned at the heavy petting, trying not to loose track of what the dragon was telling him. She gulped and said, "Why.. why tell me, Master? Why not just tell me what to do here?" She hastily added, "Master."
Rahmor fingered a nipple, and pinched it firmly, smiling at the squeal that erupted from the mare. He played and toyed with the pink nub as he answered, "A slave can be made a fuck-toy with simple rote training, domination and proper punishment. Only her body is required, I care little for what she thinks. This task requires knowledge, skill and intelligence. So you will be taught what is needed." His head tilted down to nibble at the side of the unicorns neck, "But your body will still be used at my whim too.. don't ever forget that."
She whimpered and squirmed at the pinching and pulls, nodding at his words, "No Master.. I will not forget." She was scared of his presence, but was beginning to think she might have lucked into a position she could live with. It was far better than the thought of being one of his.. fuck-toys as he had put it."
"Let me demonstrate how well trained the drakes already are, so you can understand what you need to improve on" he said with a grin. "Why don't you give him a treat." He held out his hand, and the leopardess handed him what looked like a thick, six inch long stick of beef jerky. "Spread your legs, slave" he ordered, slowly licking the 'treat' with a hiss of pleasure at the taste.
Chakal inhaled and shook her head, taking a step back in reflex, "Wha.. what are you going to do with that?" she asked, even though she knew the answer. She just remembered to add, "Master!" as she saw the flicker of warning in his eyes. Before she could take another step, the leopardess was behind her, pinning her arms, keeping her in place.
"Do as he says" the leopard whispered from behind her. "You have no choice."
Slowly shifting her ankles apart, Chakal obeyed and exposed herself to her Master. She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch. Her Master was not gentle, but at least the shaft of dried meat had been licked down and wasn't dry. She grunted and whined as her lips were spread by the cold treat and steadily forced upward into her sex, the rough texture making her wince and squirm. She stomped her hoof once on the floor as she cried out at a particularly rough bit, and gasped as the dragon gave it a final push with his fingers and slid them from her aching sex. The leopard released her, moving to stand behind her Master.
"Tahet!" Master Rahmor said in a sharp voice, and then several more noisy commands.
Chakal heard the drake moving behind her, and let out a whinny of fear, wondering if the drake was going to claw her wide open to get at the treat now lodged so uncomfortably inside her. Her whinny turned into a loud shriek as the beast's head came down from above, jaws wide and closed over her! It's tongue was hot and thick, a good foot wide as it curled around her under her shoulders and lifted her clean off the floor, hooves kicking in mid air. Then the world turned into a crazy, spinning blur as the drake snapped his head up, tossing her into the air, and expertly catching her once more. She cried and struggled as the dragon worked her in his mouth with lips and tongue. She was now being held feet first in the drakes maw, her hooves and legs inside it's hot, tight throat. Her arms were pinned at her side, and the only part of her body not inside was her head sticking out from the lips of the drake.
Master Rahmor walked up to pat the beats nose, "Good boy." He then stroked the still crying unicorn mare, pulling up his kilt and unsheathing his cock. "Suck me off while my drake has his treat..." he ordered, grabbing her horn, tilting the mares mouth up to meet his hard, thick shaft.
Chakal's head still swam from being tossed, and from the feel of being inside the jaws of such a terrible predator. She wanted to do nothing more than run, trying to kick her legs in reflex, to get away from the carnivore who had her. She bucked and struggled until her world blurred again from a slap to her muzzle, bringing her back to focus on the true danger here.. her Master. Panting with barely suppressed terror she opened her mouth and took the angled head of the dragons cock into it. She mmmphed around it, trying to control her panting, but the dragons forked tongue-tip has begun probing at her sex, licking at first, then questing inward.
Master Rahmor ahhed as he caressed the white fur of Chakal's muzzle, watching her take him into it. "There we go.. suck and lick, slave.. and I'll do the rest." He turned his head to the leopardess guard and let out a hissing command, "Lick my balls, girl."
The leopard obeyed immediately, kneeling down behind her Master to nestle her head between his legs and started to lap at the hefty balls, kissing them one at a time before stroking with her tongue, moaning erotically.
Chakal could see a tongue lap around the dragons ball-sack now and then as she concentrated on his orders, trying to ignore the questing tongue. It had now reached the treat and was working it's way around it, pushing and shifting it about painfully. She willed her mouth to stay wide open, knowing even a nip would most likely be fatal, but with every thrust of the tongue she winced at the effort. Her eyes watered from the rough treatment of her sex, and she 'glllllked' loudly as her Master thrusted forward, his long cock sliding across her tongue and plunging deep into her throat. She panicked as the drake shoved even more of it's tongue into her sex and was unable to resist the urge to clamp her teeth, eyes turning up in fear to look at her Master.
The dragon growled deeply in pleasure and grinned down at the panicking mare. "Dragonesses have even sharper teeth than you, my slave... the scales around our sheath protect against bites. Now.. suck hard..."
Her nose was pressed to his belly, and her teeth were indeed pressed to the scaly flaps of his sheath at the base of his cock, the rest of his shaft sunk safely into her mouth and throat. It was her first time sucking cock, but like all equines she was a natural expert at it considering that horses were unable to throw up and was held immobile in any case. She groaned and tried to suck as well as she could, pressing her lips down tightly and moaning at the sensations assaulting her senses. The drake had now curled it's entire tongue around the treat and was pulling it out. It was far more pleasant than going in, the treat surrounded by smooth dragon tongue and she moaned happily as it was freed. The moan turned into a muffled yell as she felt the dragon swallow the treat, his throat constricting and forcing it down past her legs, threatening to pull her with it except for her body being wedged tightly in the beasts mouth.
Rahmor grunted and began to hump his slaves muzzle, pressing firmly to her and rocking in place, fucking her throat. His tail swung around, snapping off a series of whips across the leopard's ass, causing her to cry out several times but continue to lick.
She sucked as hard as she could, rubbing her tongue along the spiny underside of the dragons cock, thankful it was not barbed this time. She moaned again as the tongue once more quested into her sex, seeking another treat or just liking the taste. Her breath came hard through her flared nostrils as the cock moved in her mouth and throat, eyes white from being helpless and at the mercy of the two dangerous predators ravaging her.
Rahmor hissed again as he groaned and moved against his slave.. and with a shuddering breath let out an orgasmic roar.
Chakal had no choice but to swallow the hot, thick dragonseed that pulsed down her throat, letting out a gurgling "ahhhh" as her Master pulled back to fill her mouth with cum, choking on the thick stuff as he Master held her muzzle tight in his scaly paws. She sputtered as the cock was pulled from her lips, the last few pulses splattering her face wetly as she coughed and gasped. The taste was.. powerful and she felt her mind reel once more from the taste and scent of her Masters cum.
The leopardess moved to lick her Masters cock clean without being told, kneeling at his side now, stroking his powerful legs until he pushed her head away to drop his kilt down over his legs.
As the dragon Master snapped off a command, Chakal felt herself being upended and spit from the drakes mouth to fall to the stone floor, covered in drake spit and dragon cum. She panted, laying on her side, groaning and twitching.
"Not bad, my slave... I'm impressed you are not still mindlessly screaming in terror. You might do well as my drakes caretaker. You will sleep her from now on. Tomorrow a trainer will begin teaching you your new chores and duties." The dragon patted his leopard and moved to leave, giving her one last bit of advice, "Don't try to ride him. They will kill anyone but their rider that tries."
Chakal had no such desire at all, not after experiencing being nearly devoured by the beast. She weakly sat up, looking after the departed dragon and leaned against the back wall to warily watch the drake. It was seated calmly, watching her back, licking it's lips now and then in a very disturbing manner. "I always wanted an exotic pet..." she murmured to her self, letting out a not quite hysterical laugh at the thought. She rubbed her belly, still sore from the ordeal and spat a few times, trying to clear the taste from her mouth, the cum having soaked into the fur of her muzzle and resisted being shaken out. "I hope part of the perks of this job is getting a bath when needed." she said to the drake, and then closed her eyes to try and sort out everything that had happened, and to wait for tomorrow to come.
...
Dana shivered and watched with apprehension as Tamara returned from the ledge of the cave, having stretched out on her belly to look down.
Tamara said, "Well, she wasn't eaten.. shes alive, and doesn't look very badly hurt."
Several unicorns nodded their relief, including Dana who let out a breath. "The way she screamed, I was sure thats what was going on."
Tamara brushed off her belly, now a bit dusty from the stone floor. "Yeah.. I saw that happen to a few fellow warriors." She shuddered, "It's not a nice way to go.. not at all. I hope she will be ok down there. I'd be peeing my pants if I had to sleep next to one of those things. If I HAD pants..."
Dana laughed as she looked at the warriors naked crotch, then blushed and looked away, embarrassed once more. Would she ever get used to this she wondered. "Only fourteen of us left up here now..." she said quietly, wondering who would go next, and where.