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Fates of the Unicorns** Chapter 14 - Runt**

_This is an adult work of fiction. Scenes range from erotic to hard-core and extreme fetishes.

This chapter includes rape and violence and takes place during the dragon raids._

If you are new to the story, this is a good chapter to start, as it contains no spoilers. If you like it, you should start at chapter one as most chapters build on events from the previous.

Ricke walked down the barely visible path through the woods with trepidation. Unicorns came in all shapes and sizes his mother always said, but why did he have to be SMALL he thought. If his size was to be out of the ordinary, why couldn't it have been on the larger size. Then he wouldn't be nervous going to a gathering. If one of the bigger guys said something mean to him he could beat THEM up. Of course if he was bigger he would be the one doing the mean things to them instead, an idea he liked a lot. He stopped to listen, and clearly heard voices ahead. Perhaps this time he heard the right directions and not some joke leading him to the middle of nowhere. He hurried up and soon could make out movement ahead and the sounds of unicorns at play.

The clearing was nothing special, just one randomly picked for this weeks unofficial gathering of young unicorns, free from the interference and oppression of their parents. Not that anything truly crazy went on, despite the bragging of some of the young stallions. There were almost two dozen unicorns mingling around in small groups. A smoky pipe was being passed around in one group and a few pairs were doing slow dances. Nobody was surprised to see another unicorn join the party, although a few of the bigger stallions whispered a rude comment when seeing who it was. "Who told HIM where this was?" said one in a slightly carrying voice and there was a few snickers.

Trying not to blush Ricke ignored them, knowing that was the best way to make them loose interest and he tried to act like he was comfortable and cool. Fat chance. He wanted to just turn and run, but he promised himself if he just tried hard enough he would fit in. He looked about and then saw her, Faith. She was the prettiest unicorn he had ever seen and had had a crush on her for years. She was never mean or rude to people, even him. Always sweet and nice. He quickly turned away as she looked at him and this time he did blush. He walked a slow circle around the clearing, taking glances now and then until he saw she was alone, and took his chance.

"Hi, Faith..." he said with hardly a stammer, looking up into her eyes. He was pretty short for a unicorn and even small mares often had the advantage when it came to height.

Faith smiled back and said, "Hi Ricke." She started to carefully edge away him in the direction of a few other girls who were watching with interest. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she had her eye on another stallion today and didn't want to ruin her chances with him following her around.

"I wanted. I mean I was. Uh.. want to.. would you like to maybe dance?" he finally managed to get out. That was terrible he told himself and tried not to wince.

Faith smiled even harder and said, "Oh, that's very, uh, sweet of you.. I.. hmm.." and looked at a loss for words.

"What she means is she wouldn't dance with a scrawny runt like you and you should stop bothering the lady" said a big stallion with his arm around another unicorn mare in a tight dress to show off her figure and cleavage.

Ricke flushed and clenched his fists, anger burning in his eyes at the stallion.

"Hey, don't be an ass, Brath" said Faith who smacked the stallion on the arm. "Leave the poor boy alone."

The mare at the stallions side said, "Oh, so you DO want to dance with him? Maybe even date?"

Faith looked uncomfortable at that, "That's not nice, Sabeth..." she said then turned to Ricke her mouth opening once then closing with a helpless expression, unable to come up with anything to say.

"I. Uhh. I have to go. Nice.." he gave up as he backed away, now just wanting to run as fast as he could away from here. He took another step back and suddenly yelped as he tripped and fell flat on his back with a whoosh of air coming from his lungs. He stared up at the face of Brath and realised he had just been tripped.

"Ha ha ha!" the stallion laughed, many others joining in at Ricke's sprawled form.

Ricke scrambled to his feet and fled, unable to bear it any more. He swatted at branches as he ran far enough away so he couldn't hear them any more. He was so pissed. So angry at himself. And that big dumb jerk Sabeth. And Faith too. She didn't like him, she just felt SORRY for him. She was just like all the others but hid it better. Bitch! He fumed as he walked. One day he would make them all sorry he promised himself. He then stopped and kicked at a tree. He had said that before and knew it was all a lie. He wasn't going to suddenly grow up big, or become important. He was the only one that would be sorry for anything.

"Crap. We came into the woods to flush out this little thing?" said a deep hissing voice behind Ricke.

He spun around, ready to fight this time. He was going to punch whoever said that right in the nose! He came around and froze. There were three dragons in armour watching him. They were huge! What were they doing here? He suddenly remembered his fist and dropped it quickly, this wasn't a fight he wanted to start!

"Well lets grab him and lets keep going" said the same dragon. He reached out and easily caught the unicorn by the horn, forcing it down and pulling him with brute strength.

Rickie yelled as the hand came for him, then grunted as he was forced to bend over and march forward. All he could see were clawed feet and an armoured tail. He struggled until the tail came up and whacked his side painfully, reducing his struggles to soft whimpers as he hugged his side.

"We can't return with just this one. We will get crap duty for sure and never come on another raid." said a grumpy dragon.

"The other troops got to do the town, they had it easy." complained another.

"Unless you can say something useful, shut up" ordered the one holding Ricke.

He was marched out of the woods and he looked at what he could in horror. He could see smoke from something burning, and there were dragons everywhere! Unicorns were being put into chains. He saw several bodies and quivered in fear. Then he saw the drakes and had to be dragged. They were going to kill him. Feed him to those things. If he had stayed at the gathering they wouldn't have found him. Damn Brath and his bitch girlfriend! He always gets away with everything and I get all the bad luck. He fumed again, more mad than scared now. But... this time he could get revenge he thought. He could tell the dragons about the gathering. Maybe they would even let him go in return for it. It would only be right.. it's their fault he was caught!

"Well send him to the pen and lets get going, we need to find more strays." said a dragon to Ricke's side.

Ricke gulped, then before he could change his mind blurted out, "If.. if... if I help will you let me go?" He cringed as the dragon holding him brought up a hand to smack him, but it stopped before hitting.

"Help how?" asked the dragon in a deep, dangerous voice.

Rickie spoke in a small high whimper, not sure he was doing the right thing, but too terrified to stop now, "M.. mmmore of us. I know where they are. If you let me go..." he gasped as his head was yanked up and he was picked up by his throat! Gack!

The dragon growled and bared his teeth, hand tight on the unicorns throat and his grip on his horn bending his head back to expose his throat, "You tell me where there are RIGHT NOW or I'll fucking rip your throat out, whelp!"

Rickie found himself thrown to the ground at the dragons teeth and a sword pointed at his nose. He whined and babbled, "In the woods.. clearing.. that way.. gathering.. girls.. guys.. dancing.. ummm not far. a path..."

The dragon snorted and turned to his companion, "Get on a drake and go scout fast. We don't have much time before we are due to pull out. Must be a small opening for us to have missed it before." He then bent down and grabbed Ricke by the horn again, "Slaves don't get set free. Besides, even if I did let you go, you would get caught by another dragon before you made it five feet. Unless you have others you can tell us about, keep your mouth shut."

Rickie whimpered and kept quiet, all hope gone from him. He was dead. It was all for nothing! He stumbled to his feet as he was pulled forward to certain death.

But a quick death did not come to him. He endured the process of being bound and chained, then having his horn capped and an hour of being interrogated about other unicorns before the long wait kneeling among the rest. He stared at the ground the whole time in misery, only looking up when the drakes came to take them away. Flying was terrifying, but landing was worse with the ground coming up so fast.

Now he hung by his wrists, his hooves shackled together and just able to reach the ground. He saw the camp from above, it was large.. the pen he was in was only one of many. Groups of unicorns were hung together from a long wooden beam supported at both ends with unicorns in a line down the length of it. There were many such elevated beams in the fenced in pen he was currently in. A few groups over he could see some of the unicorns that so recently humiliated him. For a time he had felt bad, but now was just glad they would suffer the same fat as him. It was only fair.

A dragon warrior strode up to Rickie's group and looked them up and down before stopping in front of Rickie. He leaned way down to stare him in the eyes, the little unicorn trying to pull away. "You were foolish to ask to be released in return for your information, slave" he said in a soft voice. "Freedom was far too high a price to ask. But I think giving you a reward might amuse me, so you will have yours." He gave Rickie a wink and wandered off to talk with several other dragons.

Rickie blinked and wondered what the dragon meant, his hopes rising. Maybe they would treat him better? Anything would be better than being just another slave. He watched another dragon approach, this time with a collared female wolf following and carrying a notepad. The dragon was not in armour, but finer clothes. The wolf however, wore nothing but a belt to hang various items off of. Her nipples were pink spots on her grey, ample chest and he stared. The dragon stopped in front of Rickie who was at the end of his group. He lost sight of the wolf and squealed as the dragon reached out for him. He sucked in a breath as his clothes were ripped and torn from his body to lie in a shredded heap at his feet. He panted, exposed and naked and he tried to cover himself as best he could with his tail.

The dragon smirked and poked him in the belly, "Tiny thing." He pulled out a knotted length of string and began to take measurements, calling out the numbers for the wolf to take down.

He struggled but it was worse than useless. Claws came out to poke painfully if he moved or thrashed so much and he was forced to endure it. His chest, waist, hips and legs were measured. He gacked as his jaw was pried open and the dragon looked in his mouth, then turned his head this way and that to examine his face. He gulped as the dragon moved behind him and pulled his tail out to measure and grade, then his ass was squeezed and groped. The dragon was behind him now and Rickie watched in fear and embarrassment as it reached around to grab his balls and weigh them in his hand. He felt like a slab of meat being inspected by a cook, the process degrading and embarrassing. He snorted out in surprise as the wolf got down to her knees and began to nuzzle at his sheath! He moaned at the touch, his cock-tip emerging and she licked it! He moaned louder, forgetting everything as the hot tongue and lips worked his cock to a quick and full erection.

The dragon said, "That's enough" to the wolf who stood up and spit off to the side, wiping her mouth and once more taking out her notebook. The dragon moved around to stand in front of Rickie and measured the length and width of his shaft. "The smallest yet. Doubtful he has any sexual skills. Would be a terrible fighter. No good for any heavy labour. Might have to send him off to be cattle."

Rickie thought the other unicorns were mean, but he was beyond humiliation now.. his erection hard and there for everyone to see. And judge small and tiny. He wished he could die right there, other unicorns watching him get examined and found lacking. He screamed silently at his stupid cock to relax but that fox and her tits were right there, even as the male held it. He squirmed, wanting to get his cock out of the dragons hands for many good reasons, and let out a breath as the dragon moved on to the next unicorn. He closed his eyes and swore under his breath, sure everyone was still watching him. With a sudden jerk he opened his eyes and thought, cattle? Did he say I might be sent off to be cattle? The fear of being eaten came back strongly again. Herbivores did not like the idea of being eaten at all. It was a primal fear and it had him in it's grip good.

The dragon warrior was back, now moving about the group that Rickie helped capture. He snorted at a female wolf at his side and said loudly, "I don't know where that slacker is or how much trouble you will be in if you are late. I'm certainly not going to do his work!" A pause and then, "Fine, I'll get you someone else to help.. how about that one.. he won't be any use to anyone else."

Rickie realised the dragon was pointing at him. Was further humiliation was his reward he wondered? He cringed as the dragon walked up to him the wolf in tow. She looked just like the other one, and could have been sisters, or twins for all he knew. He shied away as the warrior reached up and unhooked his wrists from the shackled. He rubbed his wrists and watched nervously as the wolf bent down to undo the cuffs and spreader bar that bound his ankles. Was he being let go?

"All right, little slave. I know all about you. Just a low-class runt. Those unicorns you gave up, they are all upper class caste members. I'm going to let you rule them for a change."

Rickie wasn't sure what an upper class caste member was, but it sure sounded like rich snob to him, which is exactly what they all were. Rule them? Again he wasn't sure what that meant, but he liked the sounds of it anyway. "Umm, how?" he asked.

The dragon poked him in the gut firmly with a finger. "That's how SIR to you, runt" he said almost reflexively. "You are going to inspect and measure those females. Show him, girl."

The wolf with him demonstrated with the cloth measuring tape how to perform the measurements, including the two for breast size, one under and one across the breasts. Then she took his hand and pressed it to her sex!

Rickie got an erection again and stifled and embarrassed groan as the wolf told him to press his finger up lightly and feel, guiding it with her fingers and telling him she was a virgin and if there is no barrier, that unicorn is a slut. He nodded, surprised at the crude word but started to see just how nice of a reward this was going to be!

"Yes, and one other thing. Go ahead and make up extra measurements for them. You can give their tits a good fondling to check firmness. Or for non-virgins, test her depths with your cock." said the dragon with a wide grin and lick of his lips.

Rickie felt excitement rising in him to match his cock. He was just being told to fuck whoever he wanted! Faith! Sabeth! He could have both of those fucking bitches. He nodded happily at the dragon and decided he better stay on his good side! "Yes Sir! Thank you kind Sir!"

The dragon chuckled and watched him with an amused expression, "I think you will give me quite an interesting show. Come, slave!" He said the last loudly and pushed Rickie forward and to the group of young unicorns hanging and watching him approach. "Get to work, boy. I'll feed you to my drake if you don't get this group measured." he said with a snarl, giving Rickie a wink only the unicorn could see.

"Yes Sir..." said Rickie, trying to keep the excitement and eagerness out of his voice. He looked at the unicorns who were all staring at him, but this time he didn't feel embarrassed, he felt powerful. Which to do first. Sabeth was so sexy.. but he had fantasised about Faith for years. He walked up to her, moving slow and putting on a regretful face, "I have to, umm..." he held out the tape measure to her.

"Rickie... let us go, we can all escape together..." Faith said in a conspiratorial whisper.

Together he thought. What a bunch of bullshit. They would dump him as soon as they thought he was no longer useful. He wanted to hit her but instead Rickie glanced over to where the warrior was watching from his position by a gate. "I can't.. see, they are watching us... we would be dead if I tried. I don't have a key either." He licked his lips, reaching out to finger the bottom of Faith's shirt, "I'm sorry..." he said with as much sincerity as he could and started to lift it.

"Rickie! No!" said Faith as she squirmed in her bonds, looking at him in a mixture of worry and frustration. "You can't! Tell them you won't do this to your friends."

Rickie paused at that, working hard to get his temper under control. His friends? None of them were his friends. He pulled the shirt up to reveal Faiths smallish bra and covered her head with the fabric. He then wondered what to do as her hands were bound and there was no way to get it off. And he had no claws. A poke next to him made him look at the wolf who was holding a pair of rounded-tipped fabric shears. "Oh.. thanks..." he said and started to cut at the shirt.

"I can't believe he is doing it!" whispered one voice. "Can't we make him stop?" said another. "Little twerp." said a third before a harsh voice rang out, "Enough chatter! Quiet!" The dragon was back and snarled. That quieted the group who looked sullen and afraid. "Come on runt, get to work!"

Rickie nodded and finished cutting the shirt. Faith's face was pleading with him as he slid the shears between her breasts and snipped the bra in half. He moaned softly as he saw her pink nipples, her breasts small but firm and just the right shape he thought. His eyes roamed over her chest greedily and his erection quickly returned. He had wanted to see those nipples for so long, and now there they were.

"Rickie!" cried out Faith again before she closed her mouth and looked over at the dragon warrior and then continued in a whisper, "You... you like seeing me like this? Can't you see how wrong this is?"

Rickie thought oh yes, he loved seeing her like this. Tied up and helpless before him. My cock might be little, but you are afraid of it, bitch! Out loud he said, "I can't help it... and I'm not the only one!" It was true, there were many males with obvious bulges in their pants, and some that had been measured were clearly aroused from the naked females in their own group, some pressed right against their sides. He took the tape measure and began to measure her waist, calling out the numbers he saw, then remembering to do her thigh. He bent down and stared into her crotch.. oh how he wanted to fuck that! He caressed her leg.. so close to her pussy. He brushed the top of his hand against her crotch and felt his cock give a throb and gave the wolf the next number. He stood to measure under her breasts, watching her gasp and whimper at his touch. And then her wonderful chest was next. He wrapped the tape around and pulled it tight in front of her, his hands touching her furry tits, the tape pressing to her nipples.

"Ooooh... please... don't touch me." whined Faith unhappily. Her nipples were erect from the cold air and the rubbing of the tape, sensitive. She looked to the other unicorns for help but nobody was willing to speak up for fear of being eaten.

Rickie muttered the number and remembered the final task. He bent down once more, his hands moving to Faiths waist and began to unbutton her shorts.

"Nooooo..." she whined. "What are you doing? Stop it!"

He unsnapped button after button, slowly revealing her pink panties. "I have to..." he said absent-mindedly as he stared. Holding his breath he pulled her shorts down around her knees and stared at her crotch, the soft white hair of her thighs contrasting with the colorful pink undies. He ignored her pleading and took the pink fabric in his fingers and pulled. He stared at unicorn pussy for the first time in his life. His eyes locked on the soft mounds and the line of pink flesh between them. Faiths cunt he thought... right there. So close he could smell it. He wondered what it tasted like.

"Rickie!" Faith nearly yelled and jerked in her bonds.

The yell snapped him out of it, his nose so close. He stood up and looked into her eyes, having to look up as she was taller than him. "They told me to do this.. I have to see if you are a virgin."

Faith gasped and stared wide eyed at him, "C... chh... check?" she stammered.

Rickie nodded and then looked down, sliding his hand between her legs, a finger pushing upward. He heard her start to cry at his touch and for a moment wanted to hug and comfort her. But the moment passed as his anger returned at the earlier humiliation he suffered. All her fault! Pretending to like him! He pushed his finger up, missing and simply poking her and making her yelp. Trying again he found the spot and slid in, and in and in. Slut, he thought! Bitch probably fucked every male but him in the village. He looked into her eyes, seeing them misted with tears and revelled in the feeling that he was making her this way. Revenge, bitch! This will teach you to hurt me! He pushed his finger in deeper, then slid it out to fondle her sex for a moment before declaring, "No virgin here" to the wolf.

Faith sniffled at the rough treatment and his tone. "Rickie...."

He brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them like he had wanted to for so long. They were so perfect under his hands, the pink nipples pressing to his palms, the soft fur and warm orbs giving in to his kneading. "Firm..." he said to the wolf as if he were still measuring her. He looked into her eyes as he said, "Sorry.. I have to make sure your pussy works..."

"What? What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered out to him, her thighs struggling to close with the spreader bar at her ankles. "No.. not that..."

He realised he had already moved closer and his cock-tip was touching her belly. He nodded to her and grabbed his cock to position it down and against her sex. He listened to her cry louder now. I'm going to fuck her! Really fuck her! He thrust upward and winced as his cock didn't go anywhere and then slid off her sex to slide along her belly. He flushed at the failure and quickly tried again, jabbing up several times before finally sliding in. He swooned and had to hold on to Faith to keep from falling. It felt like.. heaven. Her sex was so warm, so soft around his cock. He rammed up into her, hearing her cry out in a wailing voice as he sank into his hilt. He rested his head against her neck, nosing a breast as he began to thrust, hammering up into her, fucking her. Raping her he thought. And thrust all the harder as the thrill of the deed ran through him. Then he exploded, cock pulsing and throbbing as he cried out now, seed pulsing deeply into her. "Uhhhhhgh..." he said and shuddered.

Faith simply sobbed quietly now, her head turned away from him, hanging limply in her chains and giving little fits of shivers.

Rickie panted and slowly withdrew. His cock was soaked and dripping with cum and he wondered what to do with it all. He wiped it off and groaned at the feeling, shaking his hand off, finally rubbing it on Faiths thigh. Next... he had more of them he could do this to! His eyes turned to Sabeth. Oh yes... she was such a bitch, so mean to him. Now he would show her!

Sabeth saw his gaze and shrunk back, shaking her had at him but unable to speak. Her expression was part disgust and part fear. He eyes sought out Brath and she said, "Please!"

Rickie reached her, walking around behind Sabeth. What an ass she had! He slid a hand up her skirt to feel her up, squeezing her firm rump. Damn!

"You leave her alone you little pervert!" called out Brath from the opposite row of hanging unicorns.

Rickie jumped and snatched his hand back, afraid. Then angry as he realised he wasn't going to get beat up any more. Then furious at the insult. He left Sabeth and walked up to Brath who was shaking in rage. "Pervert?" he said and pointed at the bulge in Brath's pants. "Is that from looking at Faith? Lets show Sabeth how much you like looking at other girls!" He grabbed Brath's pants and yanked, popping buttons off and pulling them down.

Brath's cock flopped out and hug in the air. Half erect it was still much larger than Rickie's, the comparison stark as they were nearly tip to tip. "You leave her alone! Don't you DARE touch her with that puny cock!" he said with a smirk as he looked down.

Rickie flushed again. Even tied up Brath still managed to humiliate him. Damn him! He took a deep breath as he coldly grabbed the head of Brath's cock.

Brath huffed and said in almost a growl, "Let go of me you lit..." and then froze as he saw Rickie's other hand lifting the pair of fabric shears to position them against the base of his dick. His eyes were wide as he looked up from his dick to Rickie's cold face. He inhaled, tensing, feeling his balls shrink and pull up from his sudden fear. "Wait.. no..."

The dragon closed a hand around Rickie's wrist and pulled it away from Brath's cock. "No damaging the slaves, boy" he said with a warning growl.

Brath whined as the grip on his dick got much harder and painful. "Make him let go..." he said to the dragon warrior who had just saved him from being mutilated.

The dragon calmly puled Brath's hand from the stallions cock, and then growled at Brath. "Do not ever tell a dragon what to do, slave" he said in a cold voice. "Boy... you can't cut things off a valuable slave. But you can hit them to punish them. This one needs taught a lesson so hit him. Hard."

Rickie did not need to be told more than once, his anger not having diminished at all. His first punch slammed into the unicorns belly. But it didn't seem to do much, Brath woofing a bit but not doing much else. He snarled and hit again, this time in a cruel cock-punch that got a nice scream out of Brath. He hit again, and again, pounding and beating the stallions much larger cock. See what good it does you now he thought as he punched him right in the tip.

Brath had gone from relief at the dragons intervention to a world of pain as his cock was pounded brutally. He tried to twist away but the chains kept him from escaping the painful blows. "Ow! Ungh! Ahhhh!" he screamed as he was beaten.

Rickie panted from the exertion but swung an underhand punch right into the stallions hanging testicles. He smiled in pleasure as he heard Brath's high pitched, strangled scream and hit him again and again.

Brath tried to curl up but couldn't lift his ankles off the ground. His balls felt like they had been run over by an ox cart and his cock like it was trampled by a whole herd. He hardly felt the blows to his face that knocked his muzzle to the side. He groaned, his belly aching as the pain from the punches spread and he hung limply in agony.

"Fuck you" Rickie said and hit him in the nose once more for good measure. He turned around and groaned a bit as his cock swung, it was throbbing again, ready for another go.

Sabeth swallowed as Rickie came back to her and she whimpered at the changed unicorn. He was no longer a scrawny unpopular colt, but something scary and threatening. It was almost as bad as the change she was going through. Only a few hours ago she had every stallion in town wrapped around her pretty fingers, and now she was just another slave, helpless and vulnerable.

Faith spoke for the first time since he had raped her. She said slowly and carefully, "Rickie... don't you see what they are doing? Turning you against your own kind... please... think about what you are doing. Don't let these monsters seduce you into becoming one of them. I don't know why they are letting you do this to us, but you don't have to go along with it."

Rickie stopped. There it was out in the open. They knew he wasn't just measuring them any more. He shrugged, it just meant no more acting. "Yeah... they said I could do whatever I wanted to you. But I am not one of you! You told me that every fucking day when you avoided me or your friends made fun of me. You didn't have to do THAT but you did. So fuck you. Fuck all of you!" he finished in a shout, yelling at the whole group. "I hate every one of you and I don't care if dragons are using me as long as I get my revenge." He walked the rest of the way up to Sabeth and slapped her muzzle, making her cry out. He didn't bother with the fabric shears but yanked and pulled on her clothes, tearing them and making her howl as he wrist cuffs dug in from his rough stripping of her body.

"Stop! Don't you dare!" she cried out as her expensive clothes were ripped and torn, her favorite skirt coming apart at the hands of the crazed unicorn. "Owwww!" she yelled as Rickie grabbed her panties and yanked brutally several times before they finally tore. She hung there naked and quivering from the violence of her disrobing, tail curled up protectively over her pussy and wishing she could cover her breasts.

Rickie glared lustfully at the bitch, his cock hard and throbbing as he gazed at the sexy unicorn mare.

"Get away from me" she yelled at him.

Rickie smiled evilly and planted both hands on her large, firm breasts.

"Oooooh! Don't touch me you little shit!" she shrieked. She thrashed in her bondage trying to shake his hands off her breasts. "Brath! Help me!" she cried. But her boyfriend just hung there, defeated and moaning.

Rickie glared at her. Little! I'm going to make her pay for every time she called me that! He grabbed her large, tender nipples between his fingers and pinched hard, twisting and watching her yell and scream from the torture. "I'm going to rape you, bitch. Hear that? And when I am done, I'm going to fuck your ass too."

Sabeth cried, tears running down her muzzle. Her nipples hurt so much, but even the mention of her ass made it clench up tight. Brath always wanted to do her there but that was dirty and wrong.. and now that little runt was going to do it! She struggled and cried. This can't be happening. Not to her! Her body made stallions do her bidding, made runts like Rickie fall all over themselves to just get a smile from her. He can't just take it!

Rickie let go of the now red nipples and watched the prettiest girl in the town hang there in front of him, legs spread... waiting for him. Him! It was time he took the invitation. And take it he did!

Hanging back, the dragon warrior watched with pleasure. This had turned out to be a far more entertaining and enjoyable show than he had anticipated. Several other warriors had come to watch, amused at the skinny unicorn taking out his anger and rage. "What a wonderful, twisted little runt" he said to one of his fellow warriors.

"That is exactly why we enslave them" he said back. "The weak don't accept their place and think they should be equal to the strong. As slaves they really are all equal now."

"Yes. A dragon without the muscle or skills would never assume they could become a warrior on the front lines. Just as I would never demand to be promoted to command. I have my weaknesses.. like now, letting this runt do a little damage to the stock for my amusement."

Another dragon laughed, "Yes.. and Jatanel is happy to be a grunt where he can bash in heads and not care about troop movements or supply lines. Can you imagine if he were forced to sit in a room with a quill and stacks of papers?"

The rest laughed at that, trying to imagine their big friend in a cramped chair puzzling over figures. "Furries will tell you they have it better because they all compete to improve themselves and the best rise to the top. Stupid idea. Better to spend all that energy to find the best place for you than to try and force yourself to fit into an uncomfortable mold."

A dragon pointed, "There he goes.. fucking that big-titted one. Not much style, but he sure is giving it to her!"

"What are you going to do with him when it's time to move on?" asked another.

The warrior shrugged, "I have not decided. If he can follow orders and accept his place as a slave and submit to being owned, then maybe assign him duties at one of the permanent slave processing camps. If not.. throw him back into the group."

"They might tear him apart before he can be sold off. Hah." said one.

"I doubt he would be bought. Taken to a cattle farm probably. Spend the rest of his life having steaks cut out of him and being force-fed in chains to heal up before going under the butchers knife again." said another watcher.

The warrior nodded, "Most likely. But for now he can have his fun. Oh look, he finished. Five gold he fucks ever female in the group before the night is out."

The rest of the warriors pondered, and placed their bets...