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And the finale of the series. Sorry that I deleted these. Gah, I need to not do stuff at 6 AM! ;)

Authors note: Due to the amount of unhappiness and PMs about the ending, here's the warning. The story does not have a happy ending, not all fairy tales do and this was never set out as a strange version of the Christmas story where Lathera was visited by three beasts and changed her ways to live happily ever after. I may upload a revised version as I did make a kinder ending but found it not only shallow but didn't fit the theme at all. Criticisms are welcome, but please be constructive and not abusive.

Lathera spent a long and uncomfortable night in the midst of the den, though unlike the cave it was almost uncomfortably warm. Thankfully the shape shifter's current form was designed to deal with heat, reveled in it actually. She was trapped inside of the den by the bodies of a bachelor pack of dracine; a type of wingless dragon that were commonly found running within the rainforests. In the darkness they looked like gleaming carvings rather than living breathing creatures. They were all too real to real to her though, she had emerged from a living nightmare within the caverns into the hell she found herself in.

Despite the exhaustion that washed over her body, she felt no desire to try to sleep. Her gut seemed to be wrapped around her back bone, the hunger leaving her light headed and uncomfortably aware that it had been several days since she last managed to eat something. Above all else was the growing worry of what dawn would bring. She shifted within the strange den and ignored the lingered scent of male musk that permeated every inch of the area. Over and over she ran through what she had read about dracine in her mind and faltered in those recollections as she realized just how many holes she had in that knowledge.

Had she ever really devoted herself to learning about them? She knew bits and pieces, mostly their ferocity and cunning. Yet the knowledge what they would do to her overwhelmed everything else, it consumed her and made the den seem smaller and more threatening. Why were they waiting? Did they want to be fully awake when they first claimed her? Was there an alpha male they were waiting on? The wait made her stomach churn and even if food had presented itself she couldn't have choked anything down.

:Pretty....so pretty...: A voice twisted from the night, no, it wasn't a voice in the night, the sound came from within her own mind. It sounded rusty with disuse, as if the speaker were struggling to recall how to form words.

:Hello? Hello! Help me! I've been captured, I am the student of Sinara!: She spilled her mind voice out into the night sky, straining to reach whatever had murmured the words to her.

:.....Help.....?: The touch of the mind voice abraded against her own as if it were sandpaper and she winced away from it.

:Yes, please help me! I'm a shape shifter, I'm trapped! Please, I'm in a den trapped by a pack of dracine.: The forest swelled with the sound of insects and the moments ticked by, she swallowed and held her breath as if afraid she wouldn't be able to hear a response if she breathed too loudly.

:...pretty...so pretty....: The rasping reply came before silence once again wrapped around her mind and she felt the tattered presence of another pulling itself away. Even as she realized that he had penetrated her mind and she reached to grasp him he fell through her hold leaving her alone in the darkness of the den. The only light came from the sliver of opened eye from the largest male as he regarded her movements warily and then it drooped down again as he relaxed back into sleep. Where had that voice come from? She could only fitfully drop her head and let herself drowse into a feverish strange dream--she had no other options left.

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It was with fear that she started to watch the darkness lighten, the gleam of the sun spilling out as the morning chorus of the jungle started to erupt in song. Birds and insects alike seemed to herald the start of a new day with full throated joy that she couldn't share. The hazy memories of her dreams made the voice in her mind seem like another taunt. Had it even happened? Had she simply been drowsing and her mind had produced a rescuer? She pushed herself back against the dirt wall as the light crept over what part of the clearing she could see and for the first time the twin forms of the largest males were illuminated in front of her. So much like the Quetzalcoatl, they would have looked lovely had she watched them from afar or seen them in the market place.

The largest was a brilliant shade of red shading into dark blue fore paws, his wedge shaped head was crowned with a pair of obsidian horns that curled back along his neck. He was larger than her by a hand span, which was shocking considering she was sized like an adult. Most bachelor males were supposed to be juveniles that hadn't started their own family pack, this male was clearly in his prime. The one that sprawled close to him was a soft emerald color with yellow points along his stomach and throat, the white of his claws and horns even seemed to have a yellowish tinge to it like aged ivory. He was obviously still on the cusp of being a youngster unlike Red.

As if looking at them had stirred some primal sense the red lifted his head and stretched his jaws in a leisurely yawn that extended a dark black-purple tongue. The fangs glinted healthily in the light before he snapped them shut again and began to groom along his claws one at a time. Lathera froze inside of the den, her breath catching in her throat as a visceral instinct took hold. Be still, don't move, they won't see you if you just don't move. He won't see you. The moment afforded her the time to watch muscles ripple upon his sides and neck, the jewels of his scales catching against the sunlight like fire.

That thought was driven from her mind as the wedge shaped head twisted to the side and she found herself pinned in place by a pair of vibrant red eyes. They seemed to draw her into them, the pupils pinned down to show more of the crimson coloration as he regarded her. Her heart beat started to pound against her ribcage and before she could stop herself she peeled back her lips and let out a sharp hiss of warning. Too late to take it back, the green male woke with a start and half rose up from where he sprawled to return the hiss, the unfocused eyes looked about as if expecting an attacker. The eyes found the captured female huddled back into the cave.

The shape shifter could feel the back of the den shoved up against her tail and she watched with horror as the green slipped forward. His jaws parted to take in her scent, and even from four feet away she could see the flash of something inky black along his underside. Before she could leap or struggle Red slammed into his side and gave a strange yelp-hiss of warning towards the younger male who went tumbling to the side snarling. Lathera shoved herself more firmly against the back wall as she could hear movement through the earth above her a heart beat before the other pair of males dropped down into the light.

The pale one she had saw the night before was the color of ivory, his scales outlined and singed almost yellow in places. He was by far the smallest, his spikes still slightly dull along his back and had not yet sharpened and lengthened as they would when he aged. The fourth was a brilliant blue-black color so that he appeared like a shadow of the pale one, his eyes a strange burnt orange that seemed to settle on her with an intense focus. The red and emerald snapped and snarled at each other, but it was a one sided match that ended up with the green shoved against the ground just beneath the brilliant crimson form.

The pale dracine and the dark almost seemed to debate the chance that they could slip into the cave to claim her before Red noticed, but perhaps thought too long. The largest drake snapped his teeth at them with a low threat, and suddenly it seemed a strange tableau as the four beasts stood facing each other and the other three gave a sharp snarl and dropped their gaze down. The sight of them backing away let her hope raise only to find the largest male shoving his way into the den, the hot rush of his breath felt against her shoulder a moment before his teeth pinched down against her hide and his shoulder shoved against her haunches.

Lathera was forced out of the dubious safety of that home until she stumbled into the brightness of the sun that glinted of the creek bed. Only the black waited for her, his body stood ready to drive her back into the den as the green and white were nowhere to be seen. She made a move to back away from the dracine male, but a sudden harsh snap of jaws against her haunch made her cry out and leap forward again. She whipped around to face the crimson that lowered his head and parted his jaws for all the world as if he were smiling at her and she pulled her tail down between her hind legs.

Whatever the male wanted from her, this was obviously not it and Red stood up with a low hiss-growl before one of his large paws came forward to push down against her back. The weight might not have brought her down, but the claws that curled down did. The longer she struggled to stay upright, the more the sharp claws dug against her shoulders until she dropped her fore body down to lay against the ground. The moment she started with her haunches the black came forward and snapped his teeth against her side forcing them to stay back up.

:...stay....: The rasping mind voice blossomed in her mind, the word was barely formed and she darted her eyes around wildly.

:HELP!: Her mind screamed the word, fueled by her fear as the blacks muzzle snapped at her tail and scraped his teeth over her scales. The reds forepaw remained crushed down against her shoulders and she realized he was controlling her head, it prevented her from being able to turn and snap at the blacks advances. :HELP ME DAMN YOU!:

No mind voice replied, to her or acknowledged he could hear her. Was she going mad? Had lack of food and her trauma broken her mind into flinging false hope to her? A pair of hot jaws wrapped around her tail and she rolled her eye up to watch as Red gripped the middle of her tail and yanked it to the side so that she was exposed. The feel of hot heavy breath panted against her hindquarters, it touched her scales and she dug her paws into the soft earth as she tried to shove up against the paw that held her back down.

Red's jaws clenched down against her tail with a warning snarl so that pain flashed through her body when she tried to escape. The beast's threat didn't need an interpreter; if she kept struggling those massive jaws would break her tail; it was a forceful reminder of all she knew of the beasts. That bachelors were long denied relief and any female would do, young or old and they were none too gentle with their unwilling mates. She tried to hold her body still under the crimson males paw, she could feel the scythe like talons prickling against the back of her neck as the hot breath kept panting over her inner thighs.

Perhaps foolishly she had thought he would work like the Quetzalcoatl had, with tongue and coaxing to work her body to respond to him. Instead the sudden grip of forepaws wrapped around her haunches and she felt the scrape of scales dragging along the curve of her spine. She twisted and snarled up at Red while he clenched his jaws tightly enough she could feel a few drops of blood roll down it as the black pushed himself over her. The fore paws wrapped up and under her stomach and his head extended down until she heard the lewd grunting noise a moment before something slimy and hard slapped against her inner thigh.

Lathera tried to block her mind away from what it was that was dragging against her, the obsidian shaft rubbed and jerked along the underside of her belly scales. The underside of it held a series of sharp pronounced ridges that faced back towards the genital slit as the tip produced not white but a thick black-blue precum that stained her inner thighs. The drake shifted his hips against her before her jerked upwards and rested his head right over the crimson forepaw near the back of her neck just as the blunt tip found the unprepared feminine slit.

The shape shifters shriek rang through the woods as the powerful thrust of the dracine's hips forced the drooling tip into her passage. Her walls parted none too gently, the beast forced and drove himself in until the first pop of his ridge pushed inwards and she felt a spasm of pain run through her. Her tail tried to lash free of the crimson dracine's muzzle as her hind legs splayed apart and she twisted her lips up, the pain seemed to tear through her body while her walls clenched down trying to force the invading cock back out from her body.

The black male didn't care or heed her screams of protest and drove forward harder, prying her open wider as his ridges pushed their way in and grazed against the outer lips before pushing them inwards. Her back tried to arch upwards as she felt the thick dollops of precum drool into her body as the tip scrubbed the dark splatters inside of her passage, blessedly forcing the wetness to spread and some of the ache to dim. Another harsh thrust forward and she felt and heard the slick sound of the ridges shoving into her body as he claws clenched themselves against the underside of her belly. Her body started to react, growing slicker in an attempt to sooth the pain of the rough invasion.

Above her she could see the crimson male, his vent peeled open so that the ebony girth had started to slip outwards and the strange precum drooled in a thin strand from the tip. The male upon her shifted his hips and tensed up a moment before he drove himself forward, the last few ridges popped into her body before yanking back out again. Each of the ridges pulled back on her folds and almost yanked her body back with him, her jaws opened up with a snarling cry of pain before another forward thrust. Each movement accompanied with the hot feel of precum that welled from the tip and coated her, mixing together with her own fluids.

The large crimson paw finally lifted itself from her back, the male pulled back and settled on his haunches a few feet away from the scene of her humiliation. She could see his genital slit parted to reveal the dark girth, though it was a fleeting glimpse as the next thrust drove the black drake's hips in against her own with a sickening slapping noise. She gapes her jaws and clenched her eyes shut with a cry as her inner walls clamped down around him and squeezed instinctively so that the pull out made her feel each and every ridge as it pulled along her passage. It tugged upon places she didn't know she had so that an unwilling tremor of pleasure ran through her body before he slammed home again.

Lathera tried to pull her front legs under her but the weight of the dark chest against her smooth back kept her down and rocked her form against the moist earth. The parted obsidian muzzled pushed beside her head so that she could hear the harsh pants and grunts as he kept driving in, his hips soon turning into a blur of motion. Her internal muscles pulled and squeezed around him, she could feel each contraction build as he pulled back before the tip slammed back inside of her again and battered upon a barrier inside of her body. Her hind legs soon splayed out to brace herself against the beast's movements, and wet noises reached her ears as the thick dark precum that was being pumped inside of her was forced back out around him.

She had little time to prepare herself for what was to come, the jabbing thrusts increased in tempo and she felt the claws scrabble harder against her belly to get purchase. The ridges seemed to swell outwards and she opened her jaws to let out a muted cry as she could feel them digging into her passage and seemingly lock along the ribbed muscle. The dark hips ground against her own before she felt the tremor and the first thick rope of black-blue seed erupt into her. The force of it thudded against the barrier of her cervix roughly, pushing back in on itself while her muscles clenched and constricted around the invading shaft as if trying to pull more of the cum into her body.

The black drake held her down, his body shuddered with each new spray of his seed inside of her and a thin trail of drool spilled out of his mouth to trail along her shoulder scales. He gave another harsh thrust that made her almost shriek all over again as the ridges ground against her muscles and something warm and viscous started to leak down her inner thigh. Her eyes opened slightly and met the other three dracine males watching the scene, the smallest of them panting out of his spread mouth and his member entirely jutting from his slit.

Before Lathera could form a coherent thought the black seemed to have enough of being atop her and suddenly pulled back. Her flesh bruised as the ridges tore from her violated body and his form slipped back away from her. Her enflamed folds gaped from the exit and trickled thick globs of seed that ran along her inner thighs as she immediately dropped her hips down to collapse onto the ground. The black drake seemed to strut from having taken her as he padded towards his fellows and promptly sat down and snaked his head between his thighs. The sickening sound of slurps and smacks came to her as he cleaned his still swollen shaft free of mingled juices.

Perhaps she had hoped for a rest, but it was with terror she saw the red stand up and started to pad towards her with a strange yelping cry. His head dropped down to suddenly snap her haunches again roughly, his teeth grazed over her scales so that she could feel them bruise. Behind him the ivory colored dracine almost seemed to gambol with excitement as he shoves his smaller head against her shoulder and drug his tongue against her. She flinched away just before the red gave a harder snap his jaws and gripped the muscle of her tail violently so that she squealed out.

The grip of Red's muzzle yanked her tail upwards, his neck strained as her haunches were lifted up even as she deliberately refused to push herself up with her haunches. Her eyes teared up in pain from the grip, it seemed to run along her spine and she could feel her sore folds exposed to the warm air. The white left off his nuzzling of her shoulder once her tail was up and she felt his clumsy head bumping itself underneath of it. He stood along her side so she was treated to an unabashed view of his black cock, the tip drooling out that blue-black seed in thick drops beneath him as he nosed and rubbed his muzzle against her abused folds. Even that touch made her whimper, they felt sore and bruised so even that slight touch was a torture.

Red, as she'd started to think of him, kept her tail held up high as the white nosed around and his own inexperience and eagerness stopped him from doing more than ascertain that she was indeed female. Despite the fact she was mostly on the ground he walked his way over her, his heated body pushed against her back and she felt his hips spread along either side of her as he crouched down. The slippery tip of his ridged cock pushed and bumped against her hips and thighs; just the thought of something entering her left her clenching the ground in fear of the pain.

She felt his muzzle as it rubbed against her neck and realized with disgust the wet smear was the black's seed being rubbed against her scales. His breath puffed out a moment before he rose up and she felt his tip grind against her folds making her hiss out and tense, her inner walls clenched down ready to stop him. There was no option to stop the youngest of the pack, his hips slammed forward with a sickening squelching noise and her reddened flesh was forced open again so that she screamed out and tried to jerk forward.

The drake, as if he feared her escape, clumsily clamped his wet jaws around her neck hard enough to draw blood and shoved his body down. His hips already started to move against her haunches as he stirred up the thick seed already inside of her and forced it out around him. He wasn't as thick as the first, but after the blacks abuse he felt far more painful. Each stab in and plucking of her ribs left her arched and jaws gaped open in silent cries before he pulled backwards. Each movement he made was accompanied by wet slick noises as he jabbed his tip in as deep and hard as he could.

Red finally let her tail drop down and as before padded a few feet away and sat down to watch her, his eyes seemed to bore into her form as she was raped. He whites paws clawed against her sides and ended up higher up to tug against her shoulder so that she was rocked back each time he thrust himself inside of her. She closed her eyes as he tugged her back again and his warmer precum trickled out of his tip and started to mix in with the black drake's seed. She wanted to twist her way free and struggle but each time she started to he pushed down harder and drove his cock in so that the scales of his loins ground up against her violated outer lips.

Her mind screamed for help as the thrusts started to build up and each time he drove in she felt her walls trying to clench down so that the pull back let her feel each bruised inch of her passage. His hips drew back too far and she felt the tip suddenly and messily slip free of her spread body and he humped against her for several minutes as his cock tip jabbed and pushed against her thighs. Once he found his mark again he slammed forward until she felt his thighs tighten around her own and his teeth clenched down harder upon the scruff of her neck. She knew what was coming, her stomach churned in disgust as she felt the animals ridged cock start to swell out.

The white drake gave one final thrust inside of her and she felt his back raise up as he used his leverage to hunch his hips in snug upon her own. The scales along his loins pulled and rubbed over her folds as her walls clenched down around his cock, she felt each ridge slip into the ribbing of her passage a moment before the first shudder rocked through him. The stream of hot semen flooded into her, she could feel it mingling with the black drake's before horribly the male started to move again. Despite her screech he pulled the swollen ridges free of her hold and started to thrust in hard brutal smacks against her haunches. Each one sent a tortured wave of pain down her back as she clawed at the ground and shrieked out as the new seed was pushed out and down her already slimy thighs.

It seemed an eternity before he yanked himself free and her body shuddered and dropped down to the ground. Her tail didn't even drop over her abused mound, it hurt even to hold it down to cover herself from Red's teeth marks so that she was forced to curl it to one side. She trembled and held herself tight to the ground while her tongue lolled out and waited fearfully for the next. She saw the green lap his jaws and start to slink towards her when Red snarled and snapped his teeth to drive the emerald scaled drake backwards from her.

She closed her eyes and waited for the largest of the dracine to force her up again and rape her, but instead something thudded next to her paws and the pungent scent of fish filled her nostrils. She cracked her eyes open to see the ruby scaled dracine settle back to his haunches and watch her intently. At her paws was a half mangled chunk of fish barely the size of her head, dirt crusted on one side from where it had been laying on the ground. Despite that her stomach snarled and reminded her forcefully she was near starving for food and not even the ache of her loins could stop that.

Lathera wanted to sob as she opened her jaws and pulled the bit of meat closer to her before scissoring off a chunk to bolt down. Was that what she had come too? Violated by common animals and forced to eat filthy raw flesh? Red's eyes stared at her for a long moment before he turned and started to bolt down his own share of fish. She couldn't help but notice that the males were eating massive portions of fish, what had been caught must have been a monster of a creature. Likely one of the river fish that she had heard were found in the jungle.

All too soon her own pitiful portion was a memory, it barely filled her stomach, but at least it stopped feeling as if she were about to be sick from hunger. The males ate until their stomachs were well rounded and their eyes half closed in drowsy satiation. One by one they stretched out, and bitterly she noticed that they boxed her in carefully. The emerald drake positioned himself almost possessively behind her and she flinched when he extended his head to snuff at the base of her tail. Yet an attempt to pull away only earned her an irritable snap of the black's jaws.

The young shape shifter watched as they fell asleep, their heads angled towards her and each one nearly touching the next and she weighed her options of jumping over them and leaving. Experimentally she shifted her paws on the ground and started to put her weight on them before Red's eye snapped open and a low rumble of warning emitted from his throat until she settled back in her former spot. She tried not to linger on how much she hurt, she could feel her heart beat from the bruised and swollen folds and put her head down on her forepaws.

She wanted to weep, to rage and sob at all that had happened to her, she had escaped! She had escaped twice and been captured by animals. The Quetzalcoatl had at least been something she could almost accept, the beast was a living legend, it was unsurprising that he had managed to best her. The snakes had been something she hadn't even heard a whisper of existing and their magic was powerful enough that she couldn't fight it. It was the fact these common beasts held her, animals her people used as guard animals or hunting beasts, that stung her. These weren't cunning beings that might hold a spark of intelligence to rival her own; they were base animals that cared only for food, mating and sleep. It was with these unsettled thoughts that she drifted into a pain filled and uneasy sleep.

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Lathera's sleep was less then restful. The moment the pain of her body let her fall into the dream world she opened her eyes into a feeling of being hunted. She stood in the forest that was silent save for the trickling sound of the creek nearby; she knew somehow that there was something, someone out there that wanted to... To what? Her mind refused to find the answer, only the feeling that it was menacing and bigger then herself. Something that was dark and that she had to get away from, large enough that the entire jungle fell silent at its presence and in her bones she knew it was coming closer.

She ran through the forest and felt her vision fog over, it seemed to entrap her mind so that the crisp clarity of the dream began to grow slight muddled and the colors of the jungle around her faded around the edges. She was on all fours suddenly as the dream jarred her into another memory, her hooves cut the ground as she leaped through the bushes and took to slender trails. Her heart beat was in her chest; running, always running, stay ahead of it and she might make it. The intensity of the vision flooded her until she felt it hard to separate herself from it, was it a dream? Or was she awake and fleeing from the dracine?

The dream jarred once more, a fog rushed through it as if it couldn't quite make a whole series of events. She found her dream-eyes refocused on the massive paw of a dragon that held her down and gaping jaws spread open ready to eat her. So vivid she could scent the breath of fresh coppery meat and felt the blood that spilled from the gouge in her shoulder. She resisted and clawed violently at the paw that forced her to the ground and bared her teeth before the monster above her seemed to waver and melt.

:...Jathos....: A voice sighed through her dream, the same rusty voice she had heard before. :...Jathos....:

:Who are you? Where are you?: She called back, the shape shifter struggled to tear herself away from the dreams she had had. The jarring feel of the voice inside of her mind kept her attention focused and she threw her mind out like a net to try and snatch a hold of him.

:...Almost...almost you make me....remember?: The voice faltered at the question and she felt a dim flicker of personality. A moment of firm knowledge before uncertainty pushed it away and the rusty harsh voice faded away leaving her to paw and jerk awake with a start. Her eyes wide and panicked at what she had felt and seen. Was Jathos the dragon in her dream? If there was a Quetzalcoatl still in the world, was there also a dragon? She couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh or cry for herself; her only hope a voice she thought she heard while dreaming and delirious with hunger and fatigue.

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The noon time sun passed over the pack of sleeping drakes and she remained awake in the midst of them. Too worried to sleep, too frightened at what might happen if they woke up and found her sound asleep and her mind was stretching out to try and latch onto the mind voice again. All too soon her stomach felt empty of what little meat she had taken in earlier and she yearned for more. Her eyes flicked about as she snuffed the area in front of her paws, hoping she'd find some she'd left behind.

Red was the first to awaken, he jaws opened up wide to yawn and his tongue flickered out before he nosed and then nipped the black in front of him. Somewhere in her time restlessly watching the pack of males, she'd tagged them with names mentally. Night for the black, Ivory for the white and Emerald for the green; generic names as if she named pets, an attempt to make who and what they were less horrifying for her. Even watching Night awaken and his eyes roam over her form she shuddered and tried to pull her tail down at the memory of his vicious rape.

Red seemed to be the obvious leader as he shook himself out all the way to his tail and stood up and started to nip and nudge at Ivory and Night both. His low snarls came out sharper when Night snapped his teeth right back and she watched the pair scuffle briefly. The large crimson shape knocking the dark one down to the ground with his teeth locked around the serpentine throat in warning while the smaller dracine twisted and whined under the attack. What she saw almost amazed her as the duo Red had snapped out slipped away as silent as shadows into the jungle. She realized that the crimson male was likely sending them out hunting, while he and Emerald remained behind to guard her. It seemed an odd show of intelligence from him.

Whatever else she may have started to think about was lost as she felt a hot breath against her haunch and turned to find the green had slipped up behind her. His jaws opened as he scented her and wrinkled her nose back when he turned his head towards her tail and tasted the other two males. For whatever reason it made him back off and paw at his nose to clear it and she felt a rush of relief. At least if he didn't care for her scent after what the other males had done to her she wouldn't be forced to service him.

Vain hope. Red padded forward and, as he had before, took charge of the situation with a snapping bite to her hind quarter and his shoulder hit against her side. The breath was knocked out of her as she stumbled back a few steps and had a glimpse of the puzzled expression on the green. His next hit came with more force so that she stumbled back to feel cool water trickle past her ankle and he lowered his head and curled his lips back to show every gleaming serrated tooth. He advanced step by slow step, forcing her to fall back deeper into the water until it was to mid leg on her and almost brushed against her chest.

By this time Emerald had puzzled out something since he padded up behind the larger male and nudged against her hip again. A large red paw came down to hit against her hips and forced her down into the water until she let out a hiss of her own as the water flooded against her bruised folds. It splashed against her inner thighs and she felt a moment of outrage and anger, the male was making her clean herself to be used again!

Red kept his paw heavily on her haunches even as the Emerald waded a bit deeper into the crystal clear water, his tail sent up sprays of water as it lashed back and forth. He didn't bother with niceties or making sure that she was ready, his weight landed on her back and her cries erupted out across the water as her aching sex was pried apart again. That was how Ivory and Night found them, just as Emerald yanked his girth free from her shaking body and Red watching from the shores with those dark eyes as she stumbled to the shore.

Her days began to be marked in such a way, and to her humiliation she found out that she'd only be fed by the males after they'd mated her. Rarely did she only get away with one simply using her, it became normal that she was given a few moments to recover before the next forced himself upon her. Her abused sex slowly began to grow less sore from the constant violations or perhaps the endless cycle of thick dark seed just kept her wet enough that it feeling them thrust in didn't make her scream and writhe. After each such round she was allowed to eat whatever they had brought back, but never more then just enough to keep her from starving. They ate full and heavy meals that made their stomachs bulge while she was forced to snuff and hunt for every last scrap.

The only strangeness was that Red always watched from afar, he sat and considered the situation while she was raped. Of all of the males he was also the most brutal and cruel when she tried to rebel. The moment she refused to stand up to accept one of them; he would be at her with teeth and paws until she was left bleeding more than once. He was in charge of the small pack, each day he forced two of the members to hunt, while two remained with her to keep her in check. It was he who dictated who took her and every time she had to hope they might fight hard enough for her to escape he was there forcing the males to behave. Had he not existed, she was sure she could have found a way to escape, but he seemed almost too cunning.

Lathera couldn't remember what it was like to be full, she couldn't remember when she had felt full of energy. Instead she was marked with exhaustion and the haunting feeling that she was slowly tumbling into madness. She dreaded being awake, she knew her waking hours were marked with animalistic grunts and the searing flash of semen flooding her walls. Yet being asleep marked a torture she feared worse than the stab of a ridged girth slamming into her. They brought the feel of her slipping into madness.

At first they had been flashes, incoherent and fogged over as if they were truly just dreams. The flashes of the jungle, of a city so high in the mountains that she could remember vividly the way her lungs ached just to pull in air, the sight of the ocean and above all the form of a dragon. Looming, always looming, with fore claws dug against her side and the feel of unrelenting terror at something about to happen. She never got to the point of what that terror was, but those compounded with dreams of running with some dark creature close behind made her fear sleep. She often woken up yelping in terror to be roughly snapped at and disciplined by the male dracine.

It was not just the dreams, the voice kept whispering into her mind. She had long given up the hope that it was someone like herself, a rescuer to yank her from her nightmare. As the days passed into weeks she had begun to believe that perhaps it was simply her own insanity. Was she creating this voice so she wouldn't feel alone? If so why did it disturb her so? The creaky voice kept speaking in fragmented sentences and the presence of it fluttered against her mind like a broken thing. It felt as if the speaker was barely human and each time it reached out to her she shuddered away from the touch as if it were unclean. Was the voice that of the dragon of her dreams? Was he hunting her? Was it her own voice? She was almost content not knowing those answers.

Lathera half hoped and half feared that Sirana would visit her again, what would her teacher think of her now? A play thing for a pack of animals, and the disgust she knew her teacher would feel welled up within herself as another evening passed with Ivory eagerly drooling along her neck and the wet noises of his cock piercing her already seeded passage. She felt broken, unhinged and when the evening ended with her sore and dark seed running in rivulets down her thighs she slunk into the den with her head down and her tail between her legs. How had her life come to this? What had she done to deserve this? She curled around herself and ignored the yelping sounds of the males play fighting and the ache of hunger in her stomach as she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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Lathera struggled and cried out as the dragons paws came down against her side, a repeat of so many dreams but the terror never subsided as the massive head turned to one side. She saw her death in his large eye as he studied her and she felt his talons curled against her chest threatening to pierce into it. His jaws opened ready to spread and engulf her head and she closed her eyes, despite the fact in her dream they never truly closed. Perhaps this time he would kill her? A horrifying thought in her mind; she hoped that he would.

:...Lathera..: The dragon rasped and she kicked her hind legs to try and struggle free, the instinct of all living creatures. To survive!

:Leave me be! I didn't ask for this!: She sobbed out as the talons pushed harder against her chest and the toes drove in against her chest until she had to wheeze to suck in a breath.

:...Lathera...: The dragon rasped again, the name echoing through her mind.

:Please...no.: She panted, her mind voice choked with terror and despair. She flailed again just as the paw came down to crush her ribs and she felt the pressure building, it would be over. He would kill her and put an end to any hope she had. She screamed high and loud with what air she had left only to smack her head against the packed dirt wall of her prison. Her jaws parted while she panted heavily and her entire body trembled in the after effects of her dream, it was just a dream. Just her own fears that were playing with her, she wasn't going mad.

:..Lathera...: The rasping mind voice came again and this time she jerked upwards and glared out of the entrance of the den.

:Who are you?: She called back, her very tone heavy with weariness. How often had she asked that question?

:Come and find out.: He rasped back after enough time that she had started to settle herself back down. She froze in the middle of laying back against the earth.

:W-What?: A falter in her voice as her heart started to pound, :I can't...the dracine.:

:Are not guarding you now. Come out.: The voice was more insistent and she made out the outline of the den and the familiar sights of Red and Emerald were missing. The way was clear, but did she trust it? Could she trust the voice of something she suspected was her own madness? :...Lathera...:

She wasn't going to let a chance go by, even as her gut churned as everything they had done to her in the last few weeks, everything she had learned from them made her want to stay in the den. Safe in the den. She slowly pushed her head first, her nose twitched and quivered trying to scent if they were lying in wait for her and then moved her forepaws. Her head swung around and saw no trace of any of the males, not even Night who was wont to be lazy and fight any reason to leave the den area. She froze when she saw a shadow against the trees and braced herself, expecting Red to leap out and drive her back to the den to punish.

:Follow...Lathera.: The voice rasped and the shadow moved, and her heart started to pound hard enough it flooded her ears as she saw the shape. Two legs, long bound hair, the hint of clothing.

:Are you a shape shifter?: She sent back breathlessly as she slipped into the darkness and felt strangely naked and exposed. The moment she realized why a rush of humiliation flooded her; she felt exposed because she wasn't flanked by the larger more aggressive males.

:Follow and I'll show you.: The rasping voice answered and she watched the shadow pick up speed in front of her.

No matter how much Lathera begged and pleaded the voice said no more, instead he led her through the sound of his voice through the jungle and the shadow of the two legger in front of her. Not two legger, she snapped to herself, human. He was a human. She was a human. She'd be human again! She picked up the pace and she swore she could taste the scent of his sweat on the air and the scent of woolen clothes and smoke. The scents of home! No one ever need know what happened to her! She stretched her legs out in a run for the first time in weeks and ignored the pangs of her belly, the wind slid around her scaled form as she slid in and out of the darkness. Almost gamboling and frolicking behind the shadowed shape, each moment that past without the calls of anger from the male dracine, each step she drew away from her prison made her feel as if her heart was growing wings.

:Stop...here.: She had almost forgotten the voice when it rasped out at her when they reached a heavy thicket.

:Show yourself? Please? It's been so long since I've seen another of my kind.: She twisted her head around eagerly and sat down on quivering haunches.

:I've waited for you, Lathera... I knew you would come one day.: The voice seemed to sigh from the woods and rush around her so that she narrowed her eyes.

:Me? Why?:

:Not you in particular, but one like you. I had almost given up, forgotten. Then you came...: The voice trailed off for a moment, :Fate sent you too me. We cannot deny fate, Lathera.:

The shape-shifter might have formed a reply to that hated word. Fate. The word stung like stones on her hide and pricked her pride until her lips curled back. She never had a chance to form those words, Red erupted from the bushes like a glittering shadow. The night hiding his crimson scales, but his size was unmistakable and the fury in his eyes at being disobeyed. She had a moment to try to scramble away from him, but he slammed into her side with his full weight knocking her do the ground and his head hovered over her own. The intense gaze of the predator locked with her own and a shudder ran down her spine as he made a sound a kin to a purr.

:You are mine, I shall be human again.: He flexed his paws against her sides in an unmistakable possessive grip and one moved up to press against her side to hold her to the ground.

Lathera couldn't think, all she could feel was the weight of him above her and her mind grinding to a halt at what he said. His? Human? Red was a shape shifter? The beast that had forced her to submit to the other males, that had watched each and every time she was taken in such vile ways? She blasted back her confusion while she tried to shove her weight up to knock him off.

:BE STILL!: The voice made her yelp out in pain, :Foolish girl, I had given myself over to this life years ago. Trapped just as you are trapped, but I was not so foolish as to simply not learn how to return to my human form.:

:I wasn't foolish! Let me up! We can escape together, we don't have to stay here!: She twisted her head up to stare at Red's muzzle and swallowed.

:Not Red, Jathos. I am Jathos. And I cannot escape, the first time I felt your thoughts I started to remember.: His voice drifted and the intense gaze unfocused before he used her paw to force her onto her back so he was in a more dominant position. :I, Jathos, I destroyed the last of these primitive people. I led my beloved here and we took a position to tame them and bring them to heel where others chose to make treaties and placate them.:

:But-: She tried to interject and the moment she did his jaws snapped down to grip the soft spot on her neck and her mind rang with a wild laugh. She tasted insanity on the edges of it, however he had started out, he didn't possess his entire mind anymore.

:Hush girl, pretty girl, lovely lovely sweet girl.: The words crooned into her ears, :I'm trying to make you understand. We crushed them under our heel, I took the form of their precious deity; a great winged serpent. And I slaughtered them with her; the blood ran through the streets until our soldier's feet were sticky with it. They thought their god had abandoned them, that he was leaving them to the mercy of the new comers. It was such a beautiful plan. They bowed to me as their vengeful god and laid down their arms, of course we all have hiccups in our plans.:

Jathos' claws scraped against her sides as she grew uncomfortably aware of the weight of him over her, the hot breath against her neck before his jaws slid free. Before she had thought she wasn't her dispassionately as she was raped and brutalized; she had thought that there was nothing more terrifying then the uncaring way he had bitten and punished her. Now she saw his eyes flaring in the moonlight, the crazed look of a creature that had long ago relinquished his sanity and a feverish passion seemed to burn behind them. Fanaticism.

:Mine came with one of the last true dragons in this land. Did you know that, girl? That dragons were real and they weren't just animals?: He hooked his talons against her scales and gave a yank that made her cry out when she didn't answer right away.

:Y-yes.: She managed to get out, her breathing was starting to pick up and she almost prayed the dracine would come at her cry. Was he going to kill her?

:Little liar,: He crooned the words down almost tenderly and traced his claws against her side, almost kneading as his chest pressed against her own. :They were intelligent and when I crushed eggs believing they belonged to those bedamned serpents of the natives, I found out how real they were. He knew my scent and he came for me in the dark of the night. No matter what form I took he was close behind, he didn't need to fly you see. He could run as fast as any animal and the forest seemed to move for him. But...then you know that don't you, little Lathera, you've been with me as I've regained my memories.:

:I know, he was going to kill you.: She was shocked at the sudden yelping laugh that came out of the animals throat and he shook his head. The mocking fond look on his face sent chills down her back before he leaned in.

:Oh no, Lathera, he never wanted me dead. He wanted me to suffer. He stripped my magic from me and left me in the last form I chose. This one. I tried to go back, oh yes, I tried to return to my beloved. Yet I could not speak and she chained me to her throne as a pet, a guard, a beast.: He spat the word out mentally and she felt his chest vibrate with a growl, :The faithless creature took another lover and I? I had to watch! Do you think that fair, little shape shifter? Do you think that should have happened to me?:

:N-no.: She was panting now, her ears thundered with her heart beat as she kept waiting for him to strike and kill her.

:Of course not , so I escaped into the wild. Ohhhh Lathera, how many years I waited. I forgot what it was to be human, I avoided them you see. I started to gather together bands of young males to serve and hunt for me, it's easy to dominate them. But slowly I became the role I set for myself, I started to think I actually was a dracine!: He shook his head in mock merriment. She remembered vividly the tattered thoughts that had repulsed her as greatly as a dog with mange. Something diseased and wrong, their very presence had made her shrink in on herself. Was that what he had become? :That is until you, you my lovely girl appeared.:

:What do you want? I can't change back!: She cried out the words, spitting them back at the mad Jathos' face.

:I know, which is why Fate chose you for me. I had to make sure that you were beaten down first, so close to where I started to turn. Then I could take your shape from you.: The laugh came out low and cruel, :Your talent is wasted, prideful one. You spit upon every belief of our people and if you will not use it. Then I shall. And you, sweet Lathera, you will hold the very last pieces of what I have become.:

Lathera had no other chance to ask for questions, the mad shape shifter dropped his shields down around his mind as solidly as the clanging of metal. She pounded against them, her paws scraped against his underside before Jathos erupted into violence and his paws slammed down against either side of her chest and his snarl ripped out of his throat. She twisted her body to try and get away and fangs gripped just at her shoulder blades and yanked her backwards towards him, the heat of his breath washed over the back of her neck as she dug her claws into the ground.

She yelped now, she cried out as loudly as she could while he twisted his head and forced her onto her back again, refusing to let her roll over or gain purchase against the ground. One of his broad paws shoved down against her chest and the talons scraped along the edges before he started to put pressure on her. Some part of her already knew what he was going to do, how could she not after weeks of such torments. She felt him shove his hips down against her and purposely make her feel the genital slit bulging and then parting.

His cock was slimy with preseminal fluids and she felt each inch pushing up against her stomach as he disgorged it from his body. The fever bright eyes rolled up to look at her as he forced his hips up to thrust against her stomach and the first hot drops of preseed spilled out and glittered against her scales. She screamed out as they burned against her, the drops sending up steam as they scalded her scales and made her try to draw her hind legs in to kick against his stomach. He shoved down again, ignoring the clawing against his sides as she felt more of the precum dribbling out of her and her panic rose at it felt as if he were burning a line along her stomach.

Jathos showed all the compassion and care his packmates had as his jaws reached higher and his entire muzzle wrapped around her throat. The serrated fangs pricked against the large vein that ran along her neck before she felt the tip of him probe against her sex. She had that single warning before her body erupted in fire and pain as his hips slammed down and the ridges forced their way into her body. Her back arched up and her jaws gaped to scream soundlessly as she felt his tip batter up against her cervix before he was fully in and the spill of precum that drooled from his tip spread the fire inside of her.

Lathera went mad with fear, he was going to kill her! The large male drew back as if savoring the clenching walls that tried to hold him before stabbing forward again and thick dark drops of his preseed pushed deeper into her body. The fire was growing, it burned to the point she was kicking at his sides and her fore paws slammed against his chest. The large male tensed his grip up until she was wheezing, unable to get in a solid breath as he started to thrust inside of his fellow shape shifter.

He took her in a bestial way, heedless of her screams and uncaring of her struggles as the girth strained her walls to the point that she was afraid they were tearing and each time his bloated shaft spilled up another splash of precum she could feel the sting and heat of him. His chest grazed upon her own, the scales scraping back and forth together in the primal dance between them. His thick preseed soon was being forced around his inky dark shaft, lathering up while he hunched his back and put all his weight into each thrust.

The tip battered against her cervix, it wasn't the steady pressure of the winged serpent or even the nuzzling of the snake. It was pure force that hit and slammed against it, bruising and tearing the tender flesh with his rough treatment. His breathing grew harsher as she felt his jaws tighten again until she could barely suck in a breath and the thickness of his tail wrapped around her own. The ridges pulled at different places at this angle and even through the pain she felt horrible thrills of pleasure that were all too soon forced away under the fiery seed.

Why did it burn? Her stomach felt afire with it, as if he were scalding her with his girth and all she could do was try to hold all of him. Contractions rippled down her walls as she tried to force the cock back out of her as the male's thrusts grew harder and faster, the sharp sound of his hips hitting against her own started to ring in her ears. Hot tears rolled down her face as she struggled to get in a breath to scream with just as he used his paws to clench against her sides and yank her back against him and his tip pushed it's way through the tight bottle neck of her cervix to penetrate her womb and started to swell.

The first jerk of Jathos' cock send a hot ribbon of cum into her body, it didn't just heat her womb it seemed to spread out as he released her neck and gaped his jaws open. His entire shaft seemed to bloat and grow heavier with seed as he sent pulse after pulse inside of her, the movements making her feel each of the ridges that had been pushed into her walls. Her eyes bulged slightly as the heat spread upwards and she opened her jaws to let out a muted cry and her hips gave a jerk beneath the drake's as another thick splatter of seed rushed into her body.

She felt something inside of her break and give, something Lathera had never known was there shattered and was drawn from her like poison. The drake above her hunched his back a final time before relaxing and his jaws gaped while he let her feel the slow drool of the blue-black seed taint her womb and his paws slipped away from her now bleeding hips and dropped back down onto the ground. His jaws released her neck so that she could gasp in a breath of fresh air with a shudder, her jaws held open as she kept sucking in breath after breath.

Jathos' intense eyes stared at her, they seemed to pierce into her soul before something cruel slid behind them and he gave a sudden pull back. He ripped his ridged cock from her body so that she shrieked out a final sound of pain and he dropped back away from her. Her folds gaped and leaked out a dark trail of seed as she struggled to roll to her side and tremors started to shake her form. Most of the thick semen remained inside of her, the sperm rushing to compete and conquer her womb as the shape shifter had conquered her. She felt as if something were broken inside of her, but not physically, something she hadn't even realized was truly there.

:Thank you, Lathera, I shall remember you until the stars die.: Jathos rasped mockingly before he gave a high pitched yelp-cry and his crimson form melted into the bushes.

The shape shifter stared after him and tried to force herself up, she could still escape. Her legs wouldn't support her and Jathos' cry was answered in the form of three fleet footed scaled forms that erupted into the thicket and circled around her. She hurt, gods how she hurt and as she eyed the males Emerald walked forward and snapped her haunch roughly and drove her onto her unwilling feet. As the weight shoved over her back and let out a broken cry as the shaft stabbed inside of her ravaged body.

Far far above her a Quetzalcoatl rose into the air, madness in his eyes as the shape shifter took wing to grasp Fate once more and steer the world to the future he desired and the revenge he hungered for.

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The world turned and the seasons changed within the jungle. In the way of all life it seemed that time was not counted in days or years, but in the mild climate changes and the lengthening and darkening of the days. It seemed the rain forest was immune to the wars that ravaged the country side, the smoke and sounds of shields and swords. So it was with the small den upon the side of a creek well hidden from even the keenest eye.

It was there a sleek midnight-blue colored dracine padded out and stretched her legs, her jaws gaped in a yawn and she turned her head to look at the rising sun. The copper eyes focused on it before she twisted her head towards the sleeping trio of males. The drakes were the color of aged ivory, a black that seemed a part of shadows and an emerald green that rivaled the jungle with his brilliance. The green awoke and stretched before he let out a low rumble in his throat and lifted his head until she ducked her own beneath it and bumped her nose beneath his chin submissively.

She knew the hunting would be good today, there was a path where the two-leggers had walked upon and if they kept sharp they could take down one of their animals. It would be better then fish. She tired of fish. Briefly a memory of something hot and spicy fluttered through her mind, the scent of crackling fat over a fire before it was shoved away. Deep inside something hurt and yearned, but the instinct over road such petty thoughts. Today was the concern, not the endless yesterdays and as she stretched herself again her mate gave a sharp hissing call to wake the other pair and from the den tumbled a pair of hatchlings. Their scales brilliant crimson that faded to dark blue points, their father in miniature, no more than a few turning of the suns old, still too young to take on a hunt. Ivory slunk back to the den to push them in, and settled down to watch them while Night padded up to her other side and crowded her until she snapped back at him.

As they set off to hunt the blue dracine looked up at the empty sky and for a moment felt her heart break. For rainbow wings and turquoise scales. Something was missing from that sky, what she could not tell, but something was gone that should have been there. Emerald's nip brought her back to the present; they had hunting to do those three, and lives to live. Lathera faded into the bushes, one dracine of a family pack and left her memories behind her.

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