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Yoriara trembled as her Master walked into the cave she was imprisoned in. She was laying on her side, hooves tied to stakes driven into the rock, legs tied tightly. Her eyes stayed fixated on the ground as she felt more than saw him settle down onto the stone between her legs, leaning back against her belly like she were a comfy log or hill. Her lips pressed tightly together as she kept quiet. She didn't try and bite him, didn't yell, didn't curse him, didn't plead, didn't beg. She had learned, how she had learned not to do any of those things. All she desperately wanted to do now was behave, and be a GOOD unicorn for her Master. She wanted that more than anything, to be good and obedient and to not displease him. Displeasing him meant a hand on her chin, pulling her gaze into his eyes... those terrible eyes that would reach in and slowly, overwhelmingly snuff out her thoughts and mind, and make her into a good horse. A mindlessly obedient horse, and nothing more. Good horse. Those two words terrified her to her core.

She shuddered and almost moaned loudly in despair at the thought of having that done to her again. He had taken her mind away so many times now, and every time it terrified her that THIS time, he wouldn't let her come back. Every tingle time she wondered if it was the last. That this was the final straw, that there wouldn't BE a unicorn left after one more rape of her mind. That THIS was the last thought she would ever have as herself, that this time she would remain a dumb horse until she died. For a unicorn, that would be a LONG time indeed. So she didn't flinch as he petted her, didn't complain as his fingers stroked her horn, her precious pure HORN! Let him guide her head down as her lips parted, nose bushing against his brown, leathery balls, and licked.

She huffed warm air through her nose, knowing he licked that as she lavished licks all over his dragon balls, eyes focused on his slit, watching his cock emerge. His disgusting, pointed, foul cock. The cock she hated. The cock that she loved with her lips and tongue... because if she didn't he would make her love it with her mind instead, worship it. She remembered every minute of being a horse, the mindless obedience, the near orgasmic worship she felt for her Master, the endless hunger for his approval and that red dragon cock of his. Her tongue licked up the underside, slowly wetting it as she shivered, doing everything like she knew he wanted her to, slowly working to the tip, tongue slowly licking at all the spots she knew by heart.

"Look at me...." said the brown dragon, his hand stroking the underside of Yoriara's chin.

Her entire body trembled, her eyes slowly, unwillingly looking up to look into her Masters face, her tongue still licking, desperately licking as his eyes filled her vision. Her tail twitched and her hooves trembled, wanting to bolt, wanting to run! Her whole body tense, all but her tongue as she licked, trying to keep that green glow from flickering in his eyes, that glow that even now she could feel inside her head, the mark left on her from the countless times he had gone into her mind. Lick. She could feel him nuzzling at the inside her head, slipping tendrils of control into her, unable to resist. Lick. Lick. She could see his jaws part as he prepared to speak, terrified of what she would hear. Lick. Lick. Lick.

"You're a good..." he said.

The mare struggled to keep licking, wanting to cry out in fear, to beg, to close her eyes and hide. No. Not that word. Please not that word.

"...unicorn" finished the dragon, his hand slipping from her chin, those tendrils withdrawing, but only a little, they never really left.

Relief flooded her body like a cool, quenching drink from a mountain stream after a hard run. She wanted to thank him, to tell him how grateful she was for his mercy, for letting her be a unicorn. Mere words were not enough, so she thanked him in the way she knew he would appreciate more, her mouth opening wide, lips pressing to the top of his cock in a kiss,s and plunged her head down onto it. She sucked, bobbing her head, licking with her wide tongue, her soft lips stroking her as her eyes closed, focusing every ounce of her attention on him. She was a good unicorn. A GOOD unicorn. She worked her Master, feeling him pet her face, stroke her horn, not caring at that violating touch, for it at least told her she still had a horn. Horses didn't have horns. She was still herself.

Wet, suckling noises was all that could be heard for some time, the unicorn performing with more focus and intensity than she had ever done before. Sucking the dragon like her life depended on it, as it did. When he came, she didn't even make a face, just happily drank was was offered, the dragon bucking and groaning, her ears perked at that sound, the sound of a happy Master. Happy Masters didn't turn their unicorns into horses. She licked him clean when he finished, then waited silently as he fondled her ass, toyed with her horn, and eventually rose, and left.

Her head sank down onto the floor in exhaustion, only then letting out a long, whimpering whinny. She was a unicorn.

For at least another day.

...

Yoriara trembled as her Master walked into the cave she was imprisoned in. She was laying on her side, hooves tied to stakes driven into the rock, legs tied tightly. Her eyes stayed fixated on the ground as she felt more than saw him settle down onto the stone between her legs, leaning back against her belly like she were a comfy log or hill. She didn't want to stare at the floor, she wanted to look that bastard in the eyes with defiance and hate. She wanted to tell him how much she hated him, threaten him, bite him, run him through with her horn! She shuddered at that thought, a unicorn used her horn as a last resort, but he was far, far past deserving that.

Her body trembled as he settled down between her legs like he owned her. Her cheeks burned in humiliation, remembering the long walk here, how he had convinced her that she was a mere horse. Taken her to his lair, and done terrible things to her. Her anger burned, and slowly, ever so slowly she began to tilt her horn at his head.

"My my my... such an angry bitch. Point that horn away, my little slave" said the dragon in an amused, and commanding tone.

Against her will her horn tilted away and she seethed, anger turning to frustration and helplessness. He had done something to her mind, made her unable to disobey him. Forced to do whatever unspeakable things he wanted.

"Suck me..." he commanded.

Her neck muscles strained, as if pulling against an invisible force. "Nrrrrgh... noooo..." she said before her mouth was forced open by her own traitorous muscles, her head bending down as her lips pressed over that horrid, pointed phallus. "Mrrrmpphhm-mmmph-mpph" she said as her head began to bob. She felt every ridge, tasted his scent as she worked helplessly, struggling to pull away or bite, anything to escape the torment. Her head slowed as she pulled up, and she willed herself to keep going, keep pulling up and up.. but her head stopped, and sank down onto that shaft. Again, and again she tried with every upward movement, and failed, every time. Her body trembled, her breath heaving in and out through her nose, eyes bulging with the effort until finally, with every ounce of her will she slowed her head, almost coming to a stop, lips drawing up along the tip, slowly moving up as she pulled with all her might.

Fingers pressed to the side of her head, green light exploding into her vision as her body trembled, and it was if her head were suddenly encased in rock, immobile, frozen, her will cracking under the strain as she felt herself slumping, but her head stayed exactly where it was. Cum exploded into her mouth, coating her tongue, pulsing forcefully enough to leak out her nose as she panted, unable to even snort to clear it, helplessly held in place by that sickening power that pierced her skull and pinned her body in place with a thousand green needles. She closed her eyes as his fingers withdrew, exhausted from the fight and the brutal attack on her will, the familiar taste of her captor making her flush in humiliation. Her ears didn't even twitch as she heard a single word, "Swallow" and her throat moved without her permission, gulping, drinking down the vile seed and feeling it lay heavy in her belly.

She stayed till, her head only moving as the dragon pushed it aside to rise, leaving her without a word. She was still swallowing, gulping her throat already sore. She fought the command, the compulsion slowly weakening as the dragon left and she finally was able to stop and lay her head down on the floor.

Her body trembled in silent rage. He couldn't keep her here forever. One day his will over hers would weaken, she would fight back whatever he had done to her.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would break free.

...

Yoriara trembled as her Master walked into the cave she was imprisoned in. She was laying on her side, hooves tied to stakes driven into the rock, legs tied tightly. Her eyes stayed fixated on the ground as she felt more than saw him settle down onto the stone between her legs, leaning back against her belly like she were a comfy log or hill. She didn't know how long she had been his prisoner, but she knew it was hopeless to resist. With a whinney of apprehension she turned her gaze to look into his eyes, and felt his mind enter hers. Her eyes fluttered as she felt that strong, dominant force enter her, forcing her thoughts to bend to his will. He liked to explore her mind, her memories, suppressing some, making her relive others. Her past was shrouded in fog, only bits and pieces clear, unsure even of which memories happened first, her mind damaged from the countless sessions with her cruel Master. His touch wasn't gentle, her memories mixed and confused as he carelessly shuffled through them.

She remembered a regal queen unicorn, covered in flowers, prancing in a sunny field surrounded by other unicorns who praised her as they performed the ritual that kept their lands safe from invaders.

Her lip trembled as the dragon explored her memory of that day, but she couldn't remember, was she there? Or was it just described to her. Was she helping with the ritual, or leading it? She wasn't a queen, was she? She didn't think so, but he could easily have made her forgot. A queen wouldn't be so easily manipulated, unless it was the forgetting that kept her powerless? She struggled to remember, but his mind forced her to remember other things.

Her mind flashed to a time where she had been forced to walk into a cave. Made to lay down as she was bound. Here. This cave. She moaned in confusion, looking into the softly glowing eyes of a dragon, "Where... what... what are you doing to me? Stop." Then those eyes brightened and she felt tendrils of control slipping deep into her mind, prying loose her thoughts and setting them adrift one by one, feeling herself helplessly manipulated and controlled by the dragons will, taken back into her own memories.

He rode her through the landscape of her own memories, tugging her this way and that. Sometimes she found herself just blankly staring ahead, knowing they had spent much time, somewhere.. but it was gone now. Did he make her forget it, or did he erase it completely? She didn't know, and wondered what part of her might have just been lost.

Other times she wasn't even sure she was remembering things at all. She remembered wandering out of the protected unicorn lands, meeting a brown striped dragon who claimed her mind. That had to be wrong, she wasn't that stupid, she wasn't that dumb cunt! That must have been another unicorn who had done that, she must have been told of her, must have shaken her head in sadness at the stupidity of that poor deluded mare. She remembered leading another mare out of the unicorn sanctuary, her sister? Or was she the sister that had been lured? Had she done that? She wouldn't! Memory, or just remembering her Master WANTING her to do that? A flash of that other mare with her, both tied up, both licking at dragon feet while a hand on each horn enslaved their minds. Memories? Her thoughts? His? Her thoughts scattered as other memories surfaced, of her mindlessly sucking cock, just a horse, not even noticing the weight of her horn. Was that real? He could do that to her easily enough, yes. That was a memory for sure, she could so clearly feel the sensation of his ridged cock rubbing against her lips, her tongue curling around it, bobbing her head.

She tightened her lips, sucking, bobbing, eyes open as she served her Master. She wasn't sure where she was, or who she was, but knew how to do THIS. Her head moved slowly and steadily at her task. She knew nothing else.

When it was over her head lay on the floor, cum leaking from mouth and nose. She remembered other days ending like this, so many of them they merged into an endless blur.

The only thing the mare knew was true for sure, was tomorrow, he would do it again.

...

Yoriara trembled as her Master walked into the cave she was imprisoned in. She was laying on her side, hooves tied to stakes driven into the rock, legs tied tightly. Her eyes stayed fixated on the ground as she felt more than saw him settle down onto the stone between her legs, leaning back against her belly like she were a comfy log or hill. Her flank trembled as his hand ran along her leg, letting out a whicker of pleasure as he reached down further and ran a finger teasingly along her wet, needy nethers. She wanted Master to fuck his horse so badly, it had been SO long since his wonderful cock had plunged into her, taking her like a stallion never could. She squirmed in her bonds, loving the feeling of their tightness, keeping her where she belonged as Masters property.

His hand stroked her chin and she nearly cried out in desire, his touch flickering with green as she met her eyes, feeling him inside her head, feeling that wonderful sensation of his Will pressing down on hers. Need, arousal and pure lust flooded into her mind and she groaned at the pleasure of such pure emotions. Her gaze tilted down with a touch on her nose and she opened her mouth, taking him in and lovingly sucking, licking, pleasing him. She knew EXACLY what to do, and it felt so GOOD to serve. She was a good horse, a VERY good horse, and blushed as he pat her head. The mare moaned and squirmed, wanting him in her, remembering him kneeling behind her, fucking her like a good mare. She wanted it more than ALMOST anything.. the only thing she wanted more, was to please him, and she was doing it!

Her mind swirled with happy, erotic thoughts, not caring about anything but finding some new way to make her master moan or... and she shuddered in near orgasmic pleasure at the thought... praise her. How she, a mere horse was blessed enough to be his slave she didn't know. She only knew that she was his, always had been, and always would be. His daily visits were all she cared about, her days spent thinking about his next visit, how she would be such a very good horse for him. Like she was now. Like she always was. Her head bobbed and sucked, always remembering to keep her forehead pointed away from him. Good mares did that. She didn't know why, she didn't care. That Master commanded it was all she needed to know.

When he came, she cried out and sucked for all she was worth, making sure not to miss a drop. If she did, he would whip her ass. Being beaten didn't scare her, she would gladly take a crop or whip for as long as Master wished, but disappointing him.. that was worse than death, and she would do ANYTHING to avoid that. So she pursed her lips tight, cleaning him and finished, and whinnied in sheer pleasure as he patted her head before he left.

She sighed in bliss, head laying down n the ground, simply waiting for his return.

For tomorrow, he would let her serve him again!