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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 93 - Scout

This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!

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Sapynier spun about at a noise, thrusting her spear into a bush, teeth bared, her grey dragon tail lashing behind her to keep her balance from the quick turn. Her rigid body relaxed as nothing happened and she pulled her weapon back, snorting. She was getting ruffled, nervous and even slightly panicked. Squaring her shoulders, she continued marching forward, knowing there was no shame in feeling any of those. She was a dragon warrior far beyond the extend of the last fort, in dangerous territory searching for the worst prey imaginable. She shuddered at the thought of what she was seeking, a new insect hive.

They had to be rooted out and killed quickly, as once formed they could grow powerful and highly dangerous. The bugs didn't tunnel, thank heavens, but they did burrow to grow and nest. A small hive, just the size of a horse could easily turn into something bigger than a drake, and even more. Sending out swarms of drones to scout and bring back food and prey, creating more until it was beyond the ability of mere dragons to kill, only able to stab at it's well protected exterior. Killing it then required risking a drake and it's rider and crew, an expensive and valuable resource. Better to take a few losses from easily replaceable troops than to lose one of the heavy hitters. They would be needed if the overmind decided it was time to swarm again, and it always did, sooner or later.

Five dragons were under her command, all scouting ahead while she stayed behind. It wasn't a cowards position, she was the best of them. The strongest, the fastest. If they encountered something too much for them, she had the best chance to escape and warn the rest of the troops based in the fort. She patted the flare stick at her side, both comforted by it's presence and worried at the dangerous thing. They sometimes exploded all by themselves, and a dragon could lose a leg if that happened. She growled at the failure of the furries that made them with such carelessness. Why couldn't they make them safer and smaller and brighter and better? Content in their little houses and cities, far from the front they simply lacked discipline. Lazy. The Empire should drag them all back to the capital, put them in collars and MAKE them produce what was required. If we weren't fighting a stalemated war against soul-sucking endless hordes of monsters we would have time to properly invade the furry lands and make them useful.

Her eyes lifted upwards, scanning the branches of nearby trees. Things liked to hide up there and drop on an unwary scout or warrior. Things that made her shiver in revulsion, even with all the years of scouting the infested lands. A dragoness didn't make it to the deep scouting regiments without a lot of skill, hard work and luck. Many of her former friends, officers and subordinates had fallen prey to the hive mind's drones and the corrupted. It was the most dangerous, the most horrifying job a dragon could do, and she was proud to have made it. Others hid in caves and the majority of the furred races stayed half a continent away. Not her. She was right where she was supposed to be. Only dragons could fight these things, and only SHE was fit to lead this deeply. It wasn't pride she felt, not really, but that peculiar dragon sensation of being in ones place. She was meant to be here, she could feel it. As terrifying as the insects were, she was comforted in knowing she was where she belonged. A small piece of a great machine that would eventually free the world of the danger that threatened to consume it.

Her attention snapped from her thoughts and back to reality even as her spear snapped back down at a bush and stabbed. Her motion was nearly a blur, her dragon muscles moving with speed and strength and she was rewarded by a squeal.

A small squirrel-like creature was pinned by the tip of the spear, struggling to escape, the tip keeping it from being able to squirm free. It chittered and hissed up at the huge creature, terror in it's eyes as it squirmed against the hard cold tip holding it down. It's animal mind couldn't comprehend that the spear was simply holding it down, couldn't know that the dragoness could kill it with a twitch of her hand, and it only lived because she had not killed it. Yet.

The dragoness looked down at the squirming creature. Like all dragons, Sapynier enjoyed personally catching and eating prey. Her head coked this way and that as she regarded it for several seconds, then lifted the spear, letting the small critter run back into the bush. Nothing that small could house an insect dominator, and if it had been insect-spawn or corrupted it would have been obvious. Writhing tentacles and spitting bile and acid were hard to miss. Deep in the infected lands was no place to succumb to base drives like hunger or hunting.

Her eyes lifted to look above and beyond the bush and frowned. Close up, the small hill had a rough, upturned look. A large tree on top had fallen recently, most likely from a storm half a moon back. Roots had pulled up and revealed the ground underneath, or in this case, the lack of it.

The dragoness immediately pulled the flare tube from her belt, dropping to one knee and raising the flare in her hand. Her eyes focused on what was not clearly the entrance to a formerly unmapped cave. Was it here all along, or did something dig it up, or burrow in? She approached closer, eyes scanning the area. A broken twig. Marks that could be footprints. Her team had been here, they had investigated it, and they hadn't left any marks signaling an all clear. They weren't that careless, were they?

Her teeth clenched as she knew she could be wrong, this could be nothing at all, but her instincts were screaming for her to RUN. She trusted her instincts. She slammed the flare into the ground, the pointed end digging into the dirt, hearing a sizzle as the fuse came to life and closed her eyes, preparing for the device to send off the alert, muscles tense and ready.

Nothing happened.

She swore, cursing the makers of the finicky devices that only seemed to work when you didn't want them to. She smacked the tube again, but it got even MORE quiet, if such a thing were even possible. Nothing continued to happen, no matter how hard she stared at it. Then something did happen. Something large, red and tubelike shot out of the darkness, wrapping around her neck and yanking her clean over the bush, spear dropping as her body was yanked nearly hard enough to snap her neck. Several more tentacles shot out to grab arms and legs, and withing seconds she was gone, vanishing in a grey blur down into the cave opening.

The rodent quivered as the sounds diminished, and then there was nothing. It slowly emerged from the bush, sniffing at the long object that had only recently had pinned it to the ground. It chittered and nibbled at the leather handle, focused on finding food, not caring about the big predator that was there before. It was gone now.

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Sapynier tried to scream but the tentacle wrapped around her neck had cut off her voice and breath. The journey into the cave had been abrupt and rough, banging her around as she was dragged against hard stone. Her mind whirred, the cave was natural, but what had been growing inside was not. Then she was face to face with a gaping maw at the pit of the cave, dangling upside down as more and more tentacles wrapped about her. She struggled, trying to grab a weapon, but they had all fallen off her. No. She snarled, they had been taken from her. Even now her leg armor was torn free, and she could feel more of the tentacles stripping her.

Insect hives were not intelligent, not as dragons or furries knew the term. They seemed to have no thoughts or need or desires other than a single drive to reproduce. They infected the bodies and minds of other creatures, corrupting them, blending them into their own mind to give them ideas and tactics. A hive alone was just an animal, seeking to grab and corrupt anything it could grasp. With a dragon properly mind-raped and enslaved, it could use their abilities to guide it in it's mission. It's victim turned into a willing traitor to it's own kind, telling the hive just what to do to achieve it's goals. The only ray of light was that the process of taking over a host mind usually damaged it, leaving it far less capable. The specialized infiltration squids were an exception, and luckily very rare.

The dragoness knew all of this at an instinctual level, knew what her fate was now, knew she had failed to warn the others. All she could do now was to hope the rest of her warriors could warn the others, bring a drake and burn this hive to ash. It was all over for her, but that didn't mean she was going to stop fighting. Killing herself wasn't an option, it would simply suck her brain right out of her skull if she did that. All she coudl do now is delay the inevitable, and give her warriors the time they needed. They would find her dropped weapons. That's all the warning they would need.

Her body writhed, bruised and naked as she snarled and growled, held upside down over the maw of the thing. The walls glowed with a dim red light, lit up by the creatures bioluminescence, outlining the teeth that spread wide. She wasn't simply dropped, but was thrown downward with no chance to grab anything before she was past the maw. She saw the teeth close even bore she hit the wet, fleshy bottom with a loud smack that forced the air from her lungs. She grunted, trying to move but short, stubby tentacles had emerged to grab her arms, legs and tail and hold her spread eagled.

Moving was impossible, the damn tentacles were strong. She tried anyway, even as her eyes widened at the sight before her. Another dragoness was down here, one of hers, green with white stripes, naked and spread to the wall just like her, showing Sapynier her fate. Three tentacles were deep inside the poor thing, moving slowly even as she watched. A pair of grotesquely swollen orbs were attached to the tentacles, green and yellow and red veins pulsing and throbbing with odd and disconcerting beats. The sacks attached to the tentacle raping the dragonesses mouth were pressed to her chin, while the ones filling her vagina and ass were pressed together, making audible squishing sounds as they fucked the poor thing. The green dragoness stared with sightless eyes as her mouth was fucked by the relentless tentacle, liquids dribbling from the corners of her mouth, out her nose. The only movement she seemed able to make was a steady swallowing, gulping something every few seconds.

The tight terrifying her even more, she lay there grunting, straining as the floor flexed, forcing her to arch her back, to open her even more. She never felt so vulnerable before, and as scared. Her eyes narrowed as she focused, she was a dragon. A warrior. She would fight to the end, and if all she could do is delay the inevitable to buy time, that was what she would do. She yelped as tentacles wrapped around her horns, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. Then something wet pressed to her lips. No! She couldn't see what it was, her eyes pressed to the wet sticky flesh of the floor under her, but she knew it wanted in. Wanted to drug her, feed her, rape her throat. Her teeth clamped shut and she pressed her lips into a fine line. This would be her last stand, she wasn't going to open her muzzle, not for anything.

She almost lost the fight right away as something wet and hot pushed against her sex. The sensation made her tremble, the shape was pointed, just like a dragon dick. She could feel the long length of it pressed to her thigh, along her tail, then another, sliding along her foot, up her leg, then joining the other as the probed and pressed. She nrrrrrghed as they both found her vagina and anus at the same time, pressing relentlessly and wetly and entered both. The warm flesh seemed designed to stretch and open a dragoness, fitting her pussy like a key made for a lock, and opening her with ease.

Her back arched of it's own accord as she was claimed, pain shooting through her as her body was wrenched open against her will, that east entry turning into a hard, deep thrust. Her sex stretched wide and tight, her folds opening as the thick invader pushed deeply into her. But she was a dragoness, and sex for a warrior was never gentle. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle, she wasn't going to open her jaws no matter how hard it hurt. She grunted against the tentacle at her mouth, feeling her insides shifting to accommodate the large object writhing inside her, eventually feeling the tip bump against her cervix.

Her body jerked as the two tentacles suddenly jerked back, then slammed back into her, thrusting, pounding, fucking. They really were fucking her, she thought through the haze and pain, and growing pleasure. It wasn't the mindless jerking of some animal, but she could FEEL the intent behind it. The lust. The passion. The carnal need. Thrusting in steady rhythms and patterns, grinding like a male dragon would. She squirmed and snorted out her nostrils, feeling almost like two males were going at her. It was hard to resist the waves of pleasure that began to build, and the submission that flowed from her belly from the sensation of being helpless and fucked. It was only natural for a dragon to submit in the midst of being claimed. Dragons knew their place, and bent over and fucked hard was a very specific and hard to deny place.

She wasn't bent over. She wasn't being fucked. She was being raped by a hive minds tentacles. She had to remember that! Perhaps there was some memory of a male in there, guiding them, there had to be, it felt too much like getting dicked by a dragon to be otherwise. She tried to shake her head, unable to move it as the tip of the tentacle continued to trace back and forth against her lips and nose, smearing them as it pushed and prodded, even smelling lick cock. No! Her pussy ached, but also burned and she tried to distract herself. She imagined her squad bringing the calvary. It had caught the female, but the three males were still free, still hunting for her, or better, running for help.

She pictured them, drawing strength from the images in her mind. Three blue dragons. That was no coincidence, she had chosen them due to their matching colors. Others might try and pick the best, pick the strongest, the fastest, but she knew that was a waste of time. Any dragon that made it to the front WAS the best. Might as well pick and choose based on other requirements or reasons. Her three boys would bring help. Unf! Groan! Those damn tentacles. Her body trembled as they increased the pace.

The sensations in her pussy and ass took a back seat as she squirmed at the feeling of suckers attaching to her forehead, feeling.. something. A dark, vast presence. She closed her eyes and forced it out, her body quivering in terror. The hive-mind. It wanted inside her. Inside her body, inside her mind. Her mouth. Her jaws clenched even harder as she struggled, but the feeling of being good and truly fucked just wouldn't go away. Assaulted at both ends, literally, and her mind tickled with alien needs and thoughts. She almost cried out, feeling the incomprehensible sensations trying to slip into her thoughts. They were wrong, the insect hive wasn't an animal, it did have thoughts. They were just so alien, so different that understanding was impossible. But she knew, she knew right then that it had goals, and to it, dragons were nothing, not even vague concepts, no more meaningful to it than a shadow was to her. But just as she could manipulate and destroy a shadow without even thinking or caring about it, so did this vast, alien being try to manipulate her mind. Like stepping into a puddle, gleefully watching it splash and spray as it was destroyed, she knew her mind would meet the same fate if she weakened and stopped fighting. It rammed deep into her sex as it tickled at her mind.

The mix of terror and pleasure made her gasp, and then cough. The tip of that thing had pressed between her lips, began squirting some fowl, disgusting slime into her mouth. She felt it squirting between her teeth, no way to spit it out with her lips sealed. She pressed her tongue against the flow and tried to block it, tried to close her lips but it just rubbed and leaked. Her eyes fluttered, the taste horrible and familiar. Her mind went back to her three surviving males, identical blues. The 'inspections' she gave them. She was their commander, it was her duty to keep them in line, obedient. She toyed with with them of course, but never let them fuck her. The female of her troops was more than willing to join with them for carnal needs. Their commander, that was another story. She led, they obeyed. She knew they wanted to fuck her, who wouldn't? There were no rules against it, but in battle she wanted to make sure that when she gave an order, they knew it was coming from their commander, not a lover or piece of ass. Fractions of a moment could matter, a tiny slip of ones will could mean death for you and others.

Her body twisted back and forth, those tentacles continuing to do a number on her. It felt so good, like lovers she had had in the past but synchronized. She had been involved in countless orgies, but it was always separate sensations, touches here, licks there. This was different, both cocks pounding her, another trying to get into her mouth, even that moved with them. No! NO! Tentacles, not cocks. She was being raped, attacked by a monster, this wasn't being made love to, it wasn't even being conquered by a stronger dragon. It was wrong!

Why did it feel so right? She could almost imagine two dragons were taking her, and a third trying to join. Three dragons. She opened her eyes wide in fear, suddenly sure it WAS her three boys, knowing that they were here, over her, raping her. Her head pulled up, the tentacles relaxing and slipping from her horns as she fearfully looked, blinking away the slime to clear her vision. She panted, the three dragons she knew she would see weren't there. Just the three tentacles, pushing and moving and writhing in ways tentacles shouldn't now how to move. Her eyes fixed on the one pounding her pussy, she could almost imagine a dragon kneeling over her, moving just so. No. She swallowed, toes curling in pleasure and fear, belly hot with lust, and cold with dread. No. Her eyes moved to the tentacle trying to push into her mouth.

It wasn't a tentacle. Not entirely. It was a cock. A dragon cock, and she now recognized that those swollen sacs used to be their balls. She could make out the distinctive blue of the swollen orbs, and the dragonhide still forming the slit and skin of the crotch, now melded and attached to the alien tentacle wielding it.

She was staring at one of her former warriors cocks, or what they used to be, before they had been removed from their bodies, attached to a hive-controlled tentacle and then swollen and deformed, the ridges extended, the balls grown huge and bloated. She wasn't being fucked by her three warriors, no it was far worse, she was being fucked by their disembodied cocks, controlled by whatever was left of their minds, dominated by the hive. "Nooooo..." she said in despair, and the tentacle at her mouth slipped easily inside. "Mrrrrmph!"

She could hardly resist as that long, now familiar cock slipped into her muzzle, making her gluck as it quickly and eagerly pressed into her throat, those balls sliding against her chin, then into her maw as the cock worked deeper than it ever could have before, when it was still attached to a dragon crotch. Her tongue tasted those swollen balls as they trapped it against the bottom of her mouth, her cheeks bulging with the genitals being forced inside, eyes as wide as her lips as it violated her.

Her mind whirled, eyes wide with visions of torn open bodies, insect appendages ripping out organs and muscle, corrupting and using what it could, consuming the rest. She had seen it before when they tore into hives or watched her brothers and sisters taken and consumed before her eyes as she fought. She knew exactly what had happened to her warriors, their body parts now being used to fuck her, and those skilled motions and movements? Whatever was left of them still wanted to fuck her, hard.

She felt her strength drain, it was all over. Her boys had been taken with the female, but they had been digested, organs removed, brains invaded and corrupted and enslaved. They had always wanted to fuck her, and that drive still survived, even now. She could feel it in the movements, the motions, her subordinates finally claiming her like they had always desired. Her mind numbly pondered the possibilities. Were they still here somewhere? Were those tentacles grown from their crotches, their bodies hidden inside the fleshy walls? Or were their bodies gone, their brains floating in pulsating sacs, pierced deeply with countless tendrils, enslaved and controlled, guiding this hive to do one last selfish act before turning their attentions to spreading their spawn?

She knew why her female warrior was staring blankly ahead. It wasn't the hive controlling her, it was despair at what had been fucking her. Those tentacles were gone from the green, having found a better target. She mrrrmrped and coughed, force-fed whatever foul brew those former dragon testicles were now pumping out. Those three males were whispering to her, not in thoughts or words, but feelings. Carnal lust. Mating urges. They wanted to cum, and wanted her to cum with them. It was no use, nobody was coming. Their absence would be noted of course, there would be squads mobilized, but would they find them? The hive was well hidden, she certainly missed it, as did her warriors. By the time it was found it would be massive. Most hives spent a lot of effort burrowing, but this natural cave would give it plenty of room to grow. In time it would be a serious threat, and she failed. Utterly failed.

Her body arched and jerked, those cocks moving with expert motions, driven by the lust of three dragons who were finally getting to fuck their commander. The first orgasm hit her, exploding through her and making her gag and cough, that cock still in her throat. The sensation in her mind grew stronger, feeding on her orgasm, using it like a signal flare to worm it's way into her. She knew what it was doing now, it wasn't going to take apart her skull or eat it's way through her eyes. It was going to carefully, delicately infiltrate her mind and soul. It was going to turn her into it's slave, as undamaged as possible and with all her knowledge and will intact. Then she would help it kill more dragons. She cried out again, the despair turning to pleasure as she came again, those tentacle-cocks not tiring. They never would. They would never stop until she was gone, until there was nothing left to resist.

It was hopeless.

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The squirrel scurried up and down the long stick. The dried, cured leather was tough and tasted bad. The wood was too hard, and the strange metal tip was strange and unpleasant smelling. It scampered about, coming across a shorter stick. It too smalled bad, but also smelled of food. Strange chemical and organic scents. It's eyes glittered as it sniffed at the strange object, and gave it the tiniest bump with it's twitching nose. The squirrel let out a cry of alarm, turning to flee as a bright, harsh new sun exploded into life and shot high into the sky.