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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 25 - Party

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters._

Tamira wasn't trying to avoid Kindem, but she did reek pretty bad now. It had been more than a day since the poor unicorn had been covered head to hoof in dragon cum, and it smelled bad. Maybe if she liked males she wouldn't mind it so much, but Tamira knew she was, and always will be a lesbian so the smell of her was nearly unbearable. The fact that it wasn't even unicorn cum, but stronger smelling dragon seed made it even worse. So once more she casually wandered off as she saw Kindem approaching, avoiding her as best she could without being obvious about it. She noticed she wasn't the only one, and hoped she was being less obvious about than some of the others were. She did feel sorry for the poor thing, but they were all unwilling slaves of a dragon, there wasn't a lot of sympathy to spare. She made her way to the cave entrance, where Masters guards were stationed and hoped she would not follow her. Being so close, she was the first to hear the sounds of the outer door opening, and she swore softly. From the sounds of it, her Master was back, and that was never good.

Rahmor pushed open the inner door and stepped into the slave pen. He was followed by a vixen carrying a leather sack who knelt at his side, offering the open sack to her Master. Rahmor watched the unicorns assemble into a line, kneeling and bowing their heads as they were taught. He left the kneeling fox to walk along the line, inspecting his property. "Very good, slaves... I'm pleased at your progress. It's been some time since any of you have failed to present yourselves to me in a quick and submissive manner." He stopped as he stood before Kindem, easy to pick out as her fur was matted and crusty with the results of a night of being forced to suck off an entire regiment of dragon warriors. He smirked as he saw there was a significant gap between her and the other unicorns, nobody wanted to get too close due to her rank smell. "Have you learned a lesson too, bitch?" he asked her, pulling up his leather kilt to reveal his erecting cock.

Kindem gulped, seeing the familiar shape of the dragon cock swelling in front of her face. The thought of the dragons dirty, nasty member in her mouth revolted her.. but she quickly opened her lips and started to lick it. She indeed had learned her lesson, and as much as it still offended her taste and pride, she wasn't about to risk being made to endure another night of being muzzle-raped by an endless parade of horny dragons. She opened her mouth wide like she had been taught and took the head of the dragons cock into it to begin sucking. She found it surprisingly easy to perform this time. Rahmor at least bathed regularly and the only smell was his dragon musk, not the extra rank taste of those dragon warriors. She braced herself, ready for the thrusting and cum she knew was awaiting her.

Rahmor nodded and watched, letting the mare lick and suck for a good minute, pleased with her performance. She could still see her nose wrinkle with disgust here and there, and she was not a GOOD cocksucker by any means. But she was obeying this time. Her session with his warriors clearly had broken her reluctance to suck cock. He let out a happy growl of pleasure before giving her muzzle a smack. "That's enough, bitch." He took a few steps back and pointed as he ordered, "You, you and you... come here."

Kindem rubbed at her muzzle and nodded in silence, wiping off a bit of mixed drool and precum from her lips with the back of her hand as she slunk back gratefully to the line of slaves, taking her place once more. No cum or throat raping today... maybe thats all he had wanted the first time too. She felt stupid, wondering if all that suffering had been for nothing.

As Kindem returned, Tamira and Telly and Sabeth all slunk forward with sinking hearts, following their Master uneasily. Being chosen by him was never a sign of good things.

"Dress them up, slave" he ordered with a wave of his hand to the fox. He said, "Tonight I am required to attend a small gathering. You three will accompany me. I will expect your best behaviour, sluts. Displease me, or worse, embarrass me and you can be sure you will NOT have a second chance to redeem yourself. I might make you into a rug if you are LUCKY. Is that clear, sluts?"

Tamira nodded and said a soft, "Yes Sir" without hesitation, not needing her military training to recognise when she should give a quick and affirmative reply. The other two followed her lead after a pause. Tamira watched the fox approach, setting down the heavy bag and pulling items out of it. She held still as black velvet blinders were fitted to her head, cutting off most of her view. She resisted snorting, disliking the restricted view almost as much as the fact it was something you would put on a domesticated HORSE, not a unicorn! She allowed her hands and ankles to be shackled by heavy iron cuffs. The bindings were much heavier and thicker than required to hold her, and were heavy and cumbersome.

Rahmor watched his three chosen mares get dressed up by his fox and said, "You will obey all orders given to you by other dragons. You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will be RESPECTFUL and polite. You will eat or drink nothing unless ordered to and will submit willing to any indignity. That means if a dragon wants to bend you over and fuck your cunt hard, you will hike your tail and let them."

The vixen knelt down before Sabeth and quietly said, "Open your mouth, please."

Sabeth sighed heavily and did as she was told. Her nipples were constantly sore from the heavy medallions hanging from them and she just knew if she hesitated they would be made even heavier as punishment by her Master. She watched in dismay as the fox pulled out a large ball gag, then made a little gasp as she saw it close up. It wasn't made of wood or rubber, but of a solid ball of clear crystal. It was beautiful and clearly priceless. She shuddered first at the thought of turning such a lovely thing into a sex toy, and then again as she felt how heavy it was once it was pushed firmly into her mouth. She mmmphed in discomfort as her teeth clacked against the surface of the ball, struggling to hold her head up with the weight of it in her mouth. She gacked as the straps were tightened, the ball forcing her jaws wide, making her breathe through her nose loudly. She whined as she saw what was next, a handful of jeweled earrings. For these, one of the guards came to hold her head steady and all she could do was cry out as her ears were pierced with a dozen of the glittering jewels. She slumped back into her kneel, tears running down the sides of her face from all the sharp pricks and painful insertions.

Rahmor had moved in close and lifted Sabeth's chin with his hand, "Don't be such a baby. There is this wonderful little golden rose earing I have my eye on coming up for auction. Part of your family estate. Only one from a matched pair sadly... but I thought it would make a perfect decoration for when I pierce your clit."

Sabeth opened her eyes wide and let out a trembling whine, her legs closing in reflex as she stared up at her Master. She shut her eyes and begged silently to be anywhere but this dreadful place. Thankfully the pain in her ears was starting to fade, the tiny wounds healing quickly from the power of her horn, but the presence of the earrings kept them from fulling healing like they should and they still throbbed softly, reminding them of their presence, reminding her that she was just a glorified decoration herself.

Telly watched the other two mares get their decorations, and quivered as it was her turn, wondering what her Master had planned for her. She was made to stand and lift her arms as the vixen began dressing her in very fine, but very revealing silk clothes. First was a finely made bra, but it was made to only hold and lift the underside of her breasts, not even covering the nipples, but pushing them up and together to display them. In another time and place she would have squealed and giggled in delight at the effect, especially with her now larger chest. But she knew this was intended to show her off to other dragons, and she would rather be wearing the leather sack over her body and hiding. A silk skirt of sorts was fitted over her shapely hips, once more covering parts of her that didn't need it, leaving her ass and crotch exposed. A ribbon was wound along her tail, tied with bows in places, and a final bow was tied at the base of her horn, making her look like a present. She fidgeted, hoping this wasn't the case... he wasn't going to give her to other dragons, was he? She didn't LIKE her Master. She hated him. But she didn't like the idea of being separated from her herd... she had grown fond of many of the other mares here, and being just one of many meant protection of sorts. She didn't like the idea of being the ONLY unicorn owned by another mean dragon. To be used hard every day with no rest, no companionship of other mares. She echoed Sabeth's whine and meekly let the vixen finish dressing her up.

Rahmor licked his lips as he looked the three unicorns over. "Yes... you will do nicely. If not... you will suffer. Now, on your feet. I won't have you messing up your outfits by crawling, so you may walk."

The vixen finished up by linking the collars of the three unicorns together, Tamira at the front and Telly leading up the rear. She finished by attacking a leash to Tamira's collar and handing it to her Master with a bowed head.

Rahmor patted the vixen and murmured, "Good girl" as he tugged on the leash and led the small herd of mares to the heavy doors that led to the rest of his lair.

The rest of the unicorns let out their breaths slowly as they saw the dragon finally leaving, all glad to have been left behind this time. Dana looked worriedly at retreating figures and hoped they would be all right. She could do without that bitch Sabeth, but Tamira and Telly were her friends. Tamira would be ok.. she was a tough girl, but poor Telly... she was such a sweet thing.

Rahmor paused before leaving, and then turned to consider the line of still kneeling slaves, catching a few moving restlessly on their knees as they saw him preparing to leave. His eyes fell on the form of Kindem who was looking down in shame. He smirked, she clearly had learned a valuable lesson, and served as an example for the rest of them. He will have to make sure to train her to suck cock until she is an expert at it. But for now... the smell of other dragons on her was starting to bother him. She was HIS and as fun as it was to see her suffer from the smell and messy fur, he decided to end it sooner than he had planned. "You smell like a nasty, dirty slut" he said as he addressed Kindem.

Kindem jerked her head up as she heard her Masters voice and blushed through the short white fur of her muzzle. She didn't dare respond, not sure what she was supposed to say.

Rahmor said, "Some of you must have known this poor slut had a.. problem with sucking cock, and nobody though to help her get over it? Left her to displease me, and then suffer her punishment. Now it's your turn, slaves. Lick her clean by the time I get back, and don't make a mess." He didn't have to add an "or else" to his threat. They all understood. With a tug on Tamira's leash he pulled his three chosen slaves with him and left the cave.

Dana gulped as the dragon left, reluctantly turning her head to look at Kindem with the rest of the mares. Dana heard some of the guards snicker and she let out a soft "oh-no" as she saw them moving to guard the trough of drinking water. The bitches!

Kindem looked around her and stammered, "Uh..."

"This is just great!" said a mare sitting next to Kindem, looking at her with disgust. "Now you got us all in trouble!"

Kindem let out a soft whinny and said, "I'm sorry! I.. it was just.. I couldn't.."

Dana shook her head and stepped in, "Enough! Don't even start! Are we going to turn on each other like animals? We are UNICORNS. We are better than that. This could have been any one of us, and I'm sure we will ALL be in her position eventually." She looked around, glad Sabeth was gone. She was usually the one to cause trouble, and surely would have jumped up to argue with her this time. She was happy when nobody else offered up an objection, several looking even more unhappy at the situation, and their own thoughts. Dana sighed, and decided to get started. Who knew how long they had, and Kindem was a complete mess. She knelt down beside her and winced, getting a closer look at the job ahead of them. Every inch of the poor mare was covered in dried cum. She looked like she had fallen into a vat of glue. Her long, golden mane was the worst. It was plastered over her head and neck. Dana wasn't even sure where to start.

Kindem hung her head and said, "I'm so sorry." She lifted an arm, looking at it. She had been scrubbing at herself ever since she had woken up and had managed to get some of it out, but it still was sticky in places and where it had dried in the longer parts of her fur was still a mass of tangles. She took a breath and steeled herself for a moment before bending her muzzle and giving her arm a lick. It was awful. Her normally soft fur was matted to her skin and the taste... far worse than when it was fresh. She shuddered, finding it hard to imagine anything worse than a load of cum in her mouth. She almost spat and thought better of it, remembering Rahmor's warning not to make a mess. She screwed up her face and swallowed and then licked again, this time willing herself not to get everyone in trouble because of her failure. After a few licks the dried cum got sticky again and she nibbled at her arm, then sucked at the fur, trying to get a spot clean.

Dana patted Kindem on the shoulder, and decided now or never and bent in to help, licking her upper arm once. Ugh. The crusty, nasty bits came off on her tongue and she followed Kindem's example by swallowing with a bleah of disapproval, but reluctantly went in for another, and then another lick.

The two mares were slowly joined by the rest of them, taking turns and working in silence. Soon they were all wishing for a drink to clean the taste from their mouths, but the guards would not relent. Kindem's dry fur slowly became wet again from the continued licking and sucking. A few of the braver mares worked at her mane and the long flowing tuft of her tail, sucking on mouthfuls of the soft golden hair and working it in their mouth, swallowing and choking it down.

Kindem did her best not to cry out in pain as he fur was yanked and pulled, but her fur was so matted and encrusted that almost every lick hurt and soon she just sobbed silently in pain, and shame as she was reluctantly groomed by the herd. She hoped they could finish in time. Whatever their Master planned for them if they failed, it would be her fault.

...

Telly whined and shrunk back from the large drake. "Nooo..." she said softly. She was sure the beast meant to eat her, and with those jaws it would only take two bites.

Chakal shhhed at the whining mare. "It's ok.. he won't hurt you, they are VERY well trained."

"Can't we just walk?" whispered Telly to Chakal, almost begging.

Chakal shook her head, "Do you really want to tell our Master you are not willing to follow his orders? Don't be silly, just get in."

Tamira and Sabeth were already aboard the large drake, each poking their heads out of large saddlebags hanging from his side. Rahmor was in the saddle up top, patting the head of his drake who was eyeing the last passenger with interest.

Chakal groaned and pushed Telly forward. She was in charge of the beast, including loading him so she was sure if Telly did not get on that she would be punished with her. "Please..."

Telly reluctantly let herself be pushed to the side of the large beast and slipped into an empty pouch, whining all the while it was closed and buckled up. She sunk down into it so she couldn't see anything but darkness.

Chakal phewed and stepped back to a tunnel entrance, waving up at her Master, "All set, Sir!" She stood safely inside, having learned that those wings could kick up a hell of a wind and if you were not sheltered you were likely to be blown about badly.

Rahmor issued a few verbal commands and his drake spread his wings and lept cleanly off the ledge, soaring easily and flapping his wings.

Tamira gulped as her stomach felt like it was being shoved up into her chest and she closed her eyes, getting a glimpse of the ground far, far below. Having her hands bound behind her didn't help her feel any more secure either. Rahmor's lair was near the very top of the cliff walls, and it was a long way down. Even living in a cave with one end open to the sight of the dragon capital she sometimes forgot how huge the place was. The sloping floor at the edge meant she rarely ventured too close so she usually only saw the far walls of the ancient volcano, not the populated valley floor. She opened her eyes and peeked down as the drake flew, looking at the sprawling city. She wondered what all of it was. Some was obvious.. large castles were clearly military buildings. One huge open air arena must be where they had their gladiatorial fights. There were areas of gardens and fields, denser houses and structures. It was all too much to take in at once, especially with the restrictive blinders on, and the city far larger than anything she had ever seen back home. She knew it was several times larger than even the biggest of the furry cities and it made her realise yet again how hopeless her situation was.

Sabeth simply ignored the view, her hands holding her heavy nipple weights to her breasts, trying to keep them from bouncing and pulling painfully. She winced at every jolt and bump, trying to keep the heavy ball gag in her mouth from clacking against her teeth during the rougher parts. She yelped as she was bounced and slammed about heavily, then heard voices and realised they must have landed, her teeth aching from the last jolt. She was on a broad ledge, and several other drakes were unloading passengers to either side. A group of furry slaves opened up her pouch and helped her down, her hooves unsteady as she tried to stand, and yelped as her leash was yanked and was brought to her knees with a muffled grunt.

Telly crawled on her hands and knees as fast as she could from the large drake. She wasn't as terrified as she had been earlier, but still wanted to be as far from that terrible beast as she could. She only relaxed once she and the other two mares were led into the building. She whispered, "Oh that was so scary" before being hushed by Tamira.

Rahmor patted his drake who took off with a command to return home, the words sounding harsh and clipped in the tongue used to train drakes. Hr turned and grinned at the three kneeling mares. "Not so bad, was it girls? He doesn't eat anyone unless I tell him to." He took the three leashes and pulled, "Come... and remember your manners. Speak only when spoken to and be POLITE."

Sabeth followed at the pull of the leash. She remembered the words of warning he had given back before they were loaded onto that big winged monster. Rahmor had made it very clear that they were to put up with anything done to them without protest or complaint. He threatened to drop them halfway back if they did anything to make him look bad, and she was pretty sure he was not joking. Her eyes widened as she was led into the main ballroom. Just the sheer size of it was impressive enough, but the grandeur was stunning. She had never seen so much wealth in her life. Marble columns ran down one side of the large room and everything sparkled with silver and gold inlays and decorations. A half dozen huge crystal chandeliers hung front he tall vaulted ceilings. It made her feel undressed for the first time, but looking closely she was that everything was just decorative. Nothing here had the mark of a Great House or Family. As much as all this was worth, the two pendants that dangled from her nipples were priceless. She shook her head at all the dragons. Most were in simple outfits, a few wore a necklace or fancy horn decoration, but the slaves were ALL much more finely dressed up and decorated. Dragons had NO sense for their own style or looks. She couldn't understand it.

Telly was wide eyed as well, but she was looking across the room at a familiar sight. There were several banquet tables full of food, and several huge platters. She remembered the dinner she had been brought to by her Master. She had been tied up and put on a serving plate. She thought she was going to die, but had just been a decoration, the meat and food piled onto her, her body drenched in gravy and sauce for the dragons to dip food onto, and lick and nibble. She shuddered as she saw a number of furries in the same position she had been in, and hoped they were only decoration too. But apart from the piles of meats and breads were vegetables and fruits piled high around several of the squirming, living dishes. Her mouth watered at the sight of it all, it had been so long, since before she was captured that she had eaten anything but the awful dried hay and stale offerings.

Rahmor looked around and nodded in satisfaction at the large room. His presence here was mandatory due to his rank. It would have been offensive had he turned down the invitation, but at least it was being held in one of the nicer ballrooms, and was well stocked with slaves and food and decorations. He would have preferred his night off to be spent in his harem, but at least this was a pleasant enough setting. He tugged on Sabeth's leash, "Up!" he ordered.

Sabeth nearly choked, having been distracted and hastily clopped to her hooves. She stifled a cry as her hands were grabbed and she was pulled back against one of the marble columns. Only now did she realise that many of the other columns were decorated with slaves. Her eyes widened as she saw some of the poses. One feline of some sort was hung by his ankles, a cock ring keeping him erect and a heavy weight hanging from the tip of his cock by a priced ring. She looked away and eeeped as she saw the next column down. A female of the same species was hanging from the column by her hands, struggling with her feet off the floor. Between her legs was a metal pipe.. no.. it was square, with the edge pointed up. The poor girl.. if she stopped holding herself up she would have to sit on that thing, the edge digging into her helpless pussy. She stopped looking when she saw the column after that. It was another unicorn mare, and at first she thought she was wearing some sort of skintight outfit made of red strings. But her body was covered in cuts and scars and angry welts from a whip. Even her face was a mess. She looked away before she saw anything else, feeling her own arms pulled behind her, her wrist cuffs locked together behind the marble column. She squirmed a bit at the uncomfortable pose, looking down to see her ankles being locked in place at either side of the column. She mmmphed as her head was rudely pulled up, her eyes looking up as best she could to see her horn being strapped to the column with a length of leather. It forced her head to turn to the side, one side of her face pressed to the cool stone. She squirmed, humiliated as she tried to close her legs but couldn't. She was on display, just like all the others. A decoration. Not for the first, or the last time she fumed at the unfairness of it all. She should be being treated special. She wasn't just some commoner, she was a descendant of a wealthy and powerful line! She seethed for a bit when she realised that her breeding was why she was on display... her Master showing off his prize.

Tamira watched the slaves bind up Sabeth but took little satisfaction in it. She was a bitch, but it was hard to take any pleasure in her discomfort. None of them deserved this, and she would gladly put up with 100 unpleasant furs like Sabeth if it meant they could all go back home.

"Oh my, you haven't shown me THIS one before" said a green dragoness who had walked up to Sabeth and was now running a hand along the line of the mares chin. "And such a cruel gag" she added.

Rahmor grinned and dipped his head to the dragoness, "Thank you, Zoriah. This little bitch is a descendant of House Savil. A purebred of their line, even."

Zoriah lifted a heavy pendant hanging from one of Sabeth's breasts and smirked, "Did you dress her yourself? These are supposed to go around the neck, but look where you put them!" She let it go and mrrred as Sabeth squirmed and moaned in the gag, her nipple yanked down by the heavy pendant.

Rahmor chuckled, "I like them there better. Plus I bought two, and it would look silly to wear both around her neck. Besides.. the slave collar looks MUCH better."

Sabeth flushed in shame and humiliation, being talked about like some prize. She let out a loud moan as a clawed finger suddenly began to toy with her sex. She whimpered fearfully. Although she had suffered from her Masters attentions, she knew he didn't just claw and torture his slaves.. but this other dragoness.. she wasn't sure what she might do. Sabeth looked to her Master, trying to beg with her eyes, but he just grinned back at her. She rolled her eyes up as a finger forced itself up into her sex, exploring roughly and she cried out from the intrusion.

"Mmmm... not a bad little cunt she has. Next time we have dinned can you bring her along to fuck? I want to watch... and help..." said the green dragoness. "Of course, this big girl was fun too... and she WAS starting to learn how to use her tongue too."

Tamira nearly jumped to her feet as the tip of the dragonesses tail gave her a firm poke between her legs. The damn blinders hid the tails movement until it was already pressing against her sex. She squirmed at the rough touch, willing herself not to close her legs, but let the dragoness have her fun.

"Did you REALLY let a whole regiment use one of your slaves?" asked Zoriah, withdrawing her finger and tail to face Rahmor.

Rahmor snorted and nodded, "The bitch had a cock phobia or something, so I helped her over her fear of sucking them. Shes being... cleaned as we speak."

Zoriah nodded and said, "You will have to tell me ALL about it. Oh.. I almost forgot. I brought a present for your big little bitch here."

Tamira looked at the dragoness, unsure what to expect. She watched as the dragoness reached down and hiked up her extremely short skirt. Tamira wondered if she was going to be made to lick her again when she saw the dragoness reach into her sex and pull out.... a carrot?

Zoriah squirmed as she pulled out the orange carrot and shivered. "Oooh.. thats a little rough, but nothing compared to SOME of the hard, rough things I've had in there." She leaned down to pat Tamira on the head, "You've had one of those big rough things in YOUR cunt too, didn't you... and you liked Masters cock, hmmm?"

Rahmor leaned against the marble column holding up Sabeth and watched in pleasure as the lovely dragoness toyed with his pet. He was surprised to see her here, but happy... maybe this night would turn out to be far more fun than he had hoped.

Tamira uhhed softly and nodded, knowing it was what the dragoness wanted to hear. She HAD cum from the fucking her Master gave her, but it wasn't what she would call enjoyable.. he was big and even going easy on her, those dragon cocks with all their weird ridges and bumps had HURT. She sniffed as the big, round end of the carrot bopped her on the nose. It smelled like the dragonesses sex, a scent she was all too familiar with, but also of carrot, and she felt her stomach rumble at the smell.

Zoriah smirked, "Open up, little warrior bitch." She slid the carrot into the unicorn mare's mouth, running it along her tongue and watching the mare tremble and lick at the tasty treat. "Oh, you want it bad, don't you..." she teased and thrashed her tail in pleasure as Tamira nodded her head. "Suck it... like it was your Master."

Tamira didn't need much encouragement.. the taste was SO good, and she had spent an entire night servicing this dragoness before. She knew she was to obey her as if she was her Master, so she began to suck on the carrot obediently. The taste of the dragoness quickly faded as she licked it, fighting not to bite.. she wanted to chew the delicious offering so badly. She was glad for once of the blinders, knowing others were watching, but not seeing them kept her humiliation bearable. She choked as the dragoness suddenly shoved the carrot into her throat and she squirmed, fighting to keep still as she felt it push down her throat.

Zoriah let out a soft murrr of pleasure as she fucked the mares throat with the carrot, thrusting it slowly a few times before pulling it out and letting the creature take in several gasping breaths. She pulled it completely from her mouth and moved it in a slow circle, watching the mare follow it with mouth and eyes. With a smirk she slid it back into the unicorn's mouth and said, "Thats a GOOD girl... you can have it." She let go and heard the loud CRUNCH almost as soon as she was done speaking.

Tamira chewed on the fresh carrot with delight, eyes closed. She purposefully did not think about how much she was enjoying a simple carrot and just concentrated on the taste, trying to ignore everything else. The other slaves, the dragons, and especially her pride. Later she could feel bad but now.. now she just wanted what little escape she could get.

Rahmor watched thoughtfully and smiled, "You do have a way with them, don't you."

Zoriah laughed, "You should see what I do with carrots when I have my three boys..."

Rahmor pressed up against the green dragoness and said, "Why don't you tell me over a drink." He nudged Telly with a foot, "Fetch us two drinks, slave. Their best wine. Over there."

Telly had watched the show, both happy it was not her being toyed with, but sad that she missed the treat. She looked where her Master pointed and headed off on her hands and knees. The room was full of people. Tall dragons that she took great care to avoid, not wanting to get even close to getting in their way. Furry servants walking here and there, all in collars of course. And then other slaves like herself on knees or all fours. She avoided one group of dragons who were busy doing... something to a group of furry slaves. She didn't want to get pulled in, and she had noticed how much attention she drew. There were not many unicorns here, she only saw one other on the floor kneeling next to a female dragoness. She made her way as fast as she could, trying to look busy and finally came to the bar. She stretched up as far as she could on her knees, and meekly said, "My Master.. wants two good, I mean best wines?"

A large wolf leaned over the bar, looking down with interest at the unicorn. "Oh, how pretty.... I haven't seen one of your kind close up yet." He pulled out two glasses and began to pour. He said, "Here... I used the bigger cups so they won't spill as easy. Some of the other guys like to use small ones to make trouble.. you come back to me if you need anything, ok pretty?"

Telly nodded her thanks, nervous at the wolf even though she knew it was the dragons she should be afraid of. Dragons were a new fear to her, but she had seen non-anthro wolves in the wild before and had a healthy fear of them, being something she knew they liked to hunt, She blushed and said, "Thanks.... really..." and took the two glasses. Now she had a problem, she couldn't walk on all fours any more, and knew getting to her feet would be a BIG mistake. So she shuffled on her knees, slowly. Hoping that carrying the glasses would make her look busy she tried for a straighter approach this time. Even though she was expecting it, she still nearly spilled her drinks the first time a hand closed on her breast and squeezed. She paused, but the dragon only grinned and gave her ass a swat with his tail before turning back to his companion. She blushed and continued on, enduring the fondles and touches and outright gropes until she was sure her fur was ruffled all over by the time she presented the two glasses to her Master and the scary dragoness.

Rahmor took his glass with out comment and continues talking with Zoriah, then sighed. "I suppose I'll need to make the rounds. Come with me... if I get stuck talking to someone I dislike you can be rude and rescue me."

Zoriah hmmed, "You want me to suffer for your convenience? Sounds fun." She swished her tail in amusement, curling it around Rahmor's ankle as he led her and his two slaves into the crowd to mingle.

Sabeth watched him leave with an uneasy feeling. All the dragons, and many of the slaves were looking at her as they passed. With her Master gone there was nobody to keep them from doing anything they wanted. She tried to press back into the stone as a pair of male dragons stopped and admired her.

"Pretty thing. What are these?" said one and he grabbed a pendant, yanking on it hard and stretching Sabeth's breast out. "Oh, must be her house. A royal unicorn bitch, I wonder how he got her."

The other dragon snorted, "Maybe she was slumming." He moved closer and groped her sex, "Damn... thats a fine cunt she has. I wonder what it's like to fuck her."

The first pressed his muzzle close to Sabeth's, seeing her fear, "I dunno.. maybe we should find out. Shes all nice and spread, clearly he wants her to be used by anyone who sees her."

Sabeth whimpered, trying to close her legs but her ankle shackles kept her legs spread, and the column got in the way if she tried to close her thighs. She endured claws and fingertips caressing her sex, fondling and groping it. The ball gag kept her from speaking but she tried... "Phhhhhrr... ooooh..."

One of the dragons laughed and groped her ass, sliding his hands between her rump and the column behind it. "Too bad we can't ass-rape her... I bet she has a FINE fuck-hole back there." He pulled, forcing Sabeth to arch her back and stretch. "Maybe if I pull hard enough I can get the right angle... shes not my slave, I don't care if I ruin her."

The other snorted and laughed, and they both moved to the next column to tease and toy with the slave there. Sabeth panted and fought back tears, terrified they would come back and rape her. With her head turned she was forced to watch them as they had their fun. When they got to the scarred unicorn she held her breath, seeing them run their claws along her body and leave new bleeding wounds. She closed her eyes as she saw one bite at her breast. Were they saving her for last? What if they came back? She struggled, trying to get away but stopped when she opened her eyes and saw she was just attracting attention.

A dragoness moved into view from behind the column, nuzzling her angular nose into the side of Sabeth's neck. "Scared of the mean dragon boys, little filly?" she said, sniffing at the mares fear, seeing the terror in Sabeth's face. "You should be afraid of me instead... they just want to fuck... I'm HUNGRY."

Sabeth whined, struggling to move her head but her horn was strapped tightly in place and she could only squirm as the dragon's mouth moved up to her face, Sabeth's wide eye staring at the sharp fangs of the dragoness.

The dragoness hissed softly, watching the unicorn tremble and flinch. She caressed the unicorn's sleek muzzle, her white fur. "Maybe just a snack..." she said.. her talons stoking the unicorn's face, her hand moving to close over Sabeth's ball gagged mouth to cover it and her nose tightly. Her other hand moved to brush a forelock out of Sabeth's face, before suddenly pinning her eyelids open with taloned fingers. "How about an eye? You will still have one left..." she said.

Sabeth screamed as the dragons tongue licked her eye, unable to blink or otherwise escape. Her scream was muffled by the ball gag and the hand clamped over her mouth, only loud in her own ears. Then everything went black.

The dragoness stepped back, snorting in laughter. "Made the bitch faint" she said with a satisfied smirk and turned to find other amusements.

Sabeth hung limply and moaned, woozy. Where was she? She opened her eyes and jerked awake, remembering. She looked around wildly but there was no dragoness. Blinking she realised her eye was unharmed and she slumped in her bonds. She had only been teasing her... or maybe she wanted her awake before eating... she shuddered. She wondered how long she was to be on display... did dragon parties last long?

...

Both Telly and Tamira's knees were sore from hours of walking on them. The floor was nicely carpeted but it still was uncomfortable, and they often would be yanked by their leash and be forced to scramble to keep up.

Telly flinched and squirmed as she stood, happy to be on her hooves, but unhappy because she was being shown off to another group of dragons. She thought by now she should be used to being groped and fondled, but those claws and teeth still made her nervous and she flinched and whimpered now just like she had down at the start of the night. She groaned as one breast was squeezed way too hard and panted when it was released and she was allowed to drop back to the relative safety of the floor. Then it was back to crawling. Telly rested as she was allowed to stop, looking around and finding herself at the other end of the ballroom, most of the dragons and slaves at the other end.

"So.. this is your little warrior slave, is it Rahmor?" a brown dragon said.

Rahmor tugged on Tamira's leash, pulling her to her feet. "This is the one, Commander Polt."

Polt ran his brown fingers along one of Tamira's arms, "Shes a big one all right. Did she really kill some troops before being captured?"

Rahmor nodded, "Oh yes. They were only raiding troops, so it wasn't like she took out any of OUR solders. They would have finished her off before she had much of a chance."

Polt said, "Of course, yes... nobody with any skills serves in the raiding parties. But still, even an untrained dragon should be able to handle a scrawny furry."

Rahmor pointed to Tamira's horn, "Scrawny or not, those horns go right through armor like it wasn't there. They were cocky and paid for it. And unlucky enough to come across one of their better fighters."

Polt hmmed and nodded, "I suppose." He eyed her horn, "I see you didn't have her horn dulled."

Rahmor shook his head, "No.. I thought I'd keep my options with her open. She would need it in the gladiator rings if I chose to have her fight."

Polt said, "Yes, those are not untrained or unskilled. You think a unicorn could last long?"

Rahmor said, "Properly trained and motivated? Certainly."

Tamira stood still as she was talked about as if she was not there, putting up with the touches and exam of the brown dragon. She made sure to keep her eyes down, but NOT lower her horn at him. She could tell he was another dragon trained in military service like Rahmor and was careful not to make a threatening move. She almost laughed. She was just a unicorn, and in chains, what threat could she be. But she thought of the dragons she had killed in satisfaction... maybe enough of a threat that the chains were justified. She blinked as she realised the brown dragon was staring into her face.

Polt hmmed, "I see.. she does have quite a look to her. Mind if I try her out?"

Rahmor said, "I don't want her seriously damaged, and if she hurts you... no retribution."

Polt smirked, "Understood."

Rahmor removed Tamira's leash and said, "All right. Feel free to fight back, you won't be punished for hitting him. Not that I expect you could, but no killing him. Otherwise, do your best."

Tamira blinked, her hands still cuffed behind her, ankles still chained, blinders on. It wasn't even close to a fair fight. The ankle and wrist shackles were HEAVY too. Did he expect her to fight like this? She turned her head to ask a question, and saw the brown dragon moving in just in time to tense up to take the fist slamming into her stomach. She ooofhed and doubled over, stumbling back in her shackles but managing not to fall over. She gritted her teeth and straighted up, turning to keep the dragon in her limited sight. She hissed out in pain and anger, glaring at the dragon and his unfair advantage.

Polt cocked his head and said, "All right... I must admit I am impressed. I expected that to be the end of it, but she is still standing."

Rahmor chuckled, "I only buy the best, Commander."

Tamira panted and huffed but she had been hit before, although not THAT hard very often. She was going to be sore, but unicorns could recover fast due to the innate magic in their horns and she decided she wasn't going to be take another hit like that. She jumped straight up, her legs bending and pulling up as tight as she could as she arched her back, pulling her cuffed hands down and under her. She landed in a crouch, but her hands were now in front of her. Still cuffed, but far less awkward.

Polt snorted and said, "I suppose if you spend enough time in chains you learn a few tricks."

Tamira straightened up as the dragon talked and she spread her hooves as much as the short chains would allow. She hoped he would be satisfied. She had taken on dragons before and won, for a short while when they were surprised. But one on one with a skilled dragon who expected her to be able to fight.. she was not going to last long. Especially being chained! She was ready this time when he moved at her, this time throwing a punch at her side. She swung her heavy shackles like a weapon, trying to hit his fist with them but with her restricted movements he was able to pull his punch up and hit her hard in the shoulder.

Polt grinned as he narrowly avoided punching her shackles, not bad. He saw her jerk her hands up, trying to hit his face with them and simply dodged to the side to avoid the blow and caught her hands in a strong paw. He grinned, deciding he would wrap his tail around her ankles, hold her like this and give her a few more punches before letting her go. His tail whipped around to grab her ankles, but closed on empty air, realising the unicorn had just jumped again.

Tamira slammed her hooves down as hard as she could, aiming for the dragons foot. A unicorns hooves were not as strong as her horn, but they were far tougher than a non-magical horses hooves. With the right hit she could crack stone with them, and a dragons foot HAD to be vulnerable. She swore as the dragon yanked on her hands, pulling her body up and twisting it so the blow was only a fraction of what it should have been, and hit off center as well. It must have been enough because the dragon let out a pained snarl. Unfortunately it only seemed to piss the brute off, not make him stop and she found herself thrown onto her back, her hands still pinned and a knee grinding into her chest to pin her down. She looked up and gasped, seeing the brown dragons fist coming down at her face with no way to dodge, the dragon snarling as he brought it down like a battering ram. She closed her eyes, bracing for the blow and heard a tremendous thud. When no pain came she opened her eyes and saw Polt's fist inches from her face, held by Rahmor's hand.

Polt's angry expression smoothed away as he released Tamira and stood, slightly favoring his foot. "Yes... I did agree not to damage her, didn't I."

Rahmor nodded, rising as well from his crouch and rubbing his hand. "Satisfied?"

Polt said, "Quite." He winced a bit and eyed his foot, "Interesting. All that weight on a such a small, hard surface. Rather effective." He looked down at Tamira who was still lying here, her hand over her stomach. "It makes me wonder. When the insect wars began, they went after the unicorns first. Nearly wiped them out, making them rare to this day. Perhaps it was not just their innate magic they were after, but they considered them a threat."

Rahmor said, "It is an interesting possibility. I can't imagine unicorns on the front lines, but who knows how those damn bugs think."

The small crowd that had stopped to watch the quick fight slowly drifted off, leaving the dragon and his two slaves in the mostly abandoned corner of the great hall. Tamira slowly got back up and settled on her knees, panting slowly, her hands in her lap. She could still see that fist coming down. That would have shattered several bones in her face, no doubt. Might have even had killed her.

Polt considered Tamira thoughtfully, then nodded to Rahmor and wandered back off into the crowd.

Telly, hiding in the corner slunk back to sit next to Tamira, looking her over with worry, then stiffened as Rahmor moved to stand over them both.

Rahmor grinned, "I am very pleased. You handled yourself well. Too bad Zoriah didn't get to see that, I'll have to tell her all about it when I see her again."

Tamira finally had her breathing under control again and said, "Thank you for not letting him hurt me, Master." She didn't add that he put her in danger in the first place, but was honestly happy he DID stop things before it got out of hand.

Rahmor said, "Take it as a compliment you were enough of a threat to make switch from playing, to battle." He reattached Tamira's leash and took both of them back along the marble columns, heading in the direction of Sabeth's post.

Telly looked at the tied up slaves as she passed. Some were in some extremely uncomfortable positions, others looked badly beaten. Some were just posed artistically. She gasped as she saw a unicorn, all cut up and still bleeding, and took it for Sabeth at first. But it wasn't her... she was wearing nothing but a collar, and her hair was not braided. The mare was just hanging limply, doing nothing but breathing shallowly, bleeding slowly. Telly whimpered at the sight of the poor thing before she was pulled along.

Tamira looked up into the unicorns eyes, and shuddered, looking quickly at the floor, not wanting to see any more.

Sabeth flinched as another dragon approached, and then she recognised the blue dragon. "Master..." she said. She slumped in relief. She had realised eventually that most dragons were just teasing her, not going to really do terrible things to her. But the things they DID do were enough. Pinches and slaps and fondles and gropes. Licking her! And all of them LOOKING at her. Being forced to be on display. Maybe her Master would take her down now? She looked at him hopefully.

Rahmor however only gave Sabeth a glance before he said, "I'm sure Tamira is hungry after all the excitement." He waved a hand at a table across the hall, "Telly.. go fetch her something to eat. Bring some for yourself as well. Go."

Telly trembled and nodded, both exited at the thought of eating, and frightened at being alone with all these dragons and strange furries. She didn't delay however and began making her way to the table her Master had pointed out. While she had been following her Master around the room she had seen other slaves getting harassed much more than she had been when she had fetched drinks earlier. She wondered if it was out of respect for her owner that she was allowed to move without being molested too much. She saw a fur get grabbed by a random dragon and.. she turned away not wanting to see what he was going to do. Then she was at her goal, one of the tables piled high with fruits and breads and so much good stuff. She ignored the meat and didn't look at the poor fur serving as the centerpiece. A few carrots, an apple. Her stomach made a growling noise and she almost giggled. She could hardly believe that at one point she would have considered a simple carrot nothing but a plain old vegetable, something to snack on if there wasn't anything else. But now.. it was like a taste of heaven. She looked over the rest of the table and suddenly felt a strong paw close over the back of her neck and pull her back, dropping her carrots and the apple as she let out a whinny.

A large gray dragon held Telly by the neck and gave her muzzle a quick smack. "What do you think you are doing, bitch?" he asked in a deep growl.

Telly whined, face stinging, hanging limply as the claws dug into her neck, holding her neck above her collar. She was dragged away from the table and the dragon hauled her up to into her face. She whined, not understanding what she did wrong... she was just doing what she was told!

The dragon snarled, "This table is for dragons only." He pointed down the hall, "That is where slaves get food."

Telly whined, "I... I'm sorry.." She tried to look for her Master but the big gray dragon was blocking her view.

The dragon guard said, "Were you stealing or just stupid, slave?"

Telly shook in the dragons grip, convinced he was going to eat her. She trembled... her Master told her to come here.. he pointed right at this table. Should he tell him that? Would it get her Master in trouble? She trembled with indecision and fear.

The dragon swung his tail, giving Telly's ass a quick but firm spanking as he held her. "I asked you a question, slave..."

Telly sobbed as her ass was spanked harshly. She said.. "St... st.. stupid... I'm stupid."

The guard nodded and pulled her closer, "Yeah.. I can see that. Just a stupid slave. Maybe you need the stupid beat out of you." He spanked Telly's ass with his tail several more times, smacking it until it was raw and sore. He eyed her collar, "I know who your Master is. I'd expect better manners from one of his."

Telly stayed quiet as she was carried back across the room, then tossed down hard onto her rump. "Ow!"

The guard said, "Caught this one trying to take food from the dragons only table. You want me to teach her a lesson, Sir?"

Rahmor looks confused for a moment, then eyed Telly. He shrugged and shook his head at the guard, "She was at the dragons only table, hmmm? I see. No.. I will deal with her. Dismissed."

Telly sniffed. She didn't understand.. she only followed orders, now she was going to get punished for it?

The guard nodded, "Very well, Sir."

After the guard had gone Rahmor eyed Telly and said, "What did you tell him when he caught you, slave?"

Telly was still rubbing her ass, and slowly got into the kneeling pose she knew her Master demanded. She whimpered, "I... he asked why I was there... asked if I was stealing or stupid. I said I was stupid." She hung her head. She sure felt stupid. She didn't understand why she was in trouble.

Rahmor turned to face another dragon that was not standing next to him, "What?"

"Message from the Commander, Sir. He is having an informal meeting and requests your presence." said a dragoness as she stood stiffly.

Rahmor nodded. He held out a hand and ordered, "Leashes."

Tamira and Telly picked up the ends of their leashes and offered them to Rahmor. Telly relaxed a little.. maybe he would forget all about this by the time the meeting was over.

Rahmor tied the leashes to a ring in the the marble column and said, "Stay here and behave, girls."

Tamira waited until Rahmor was out of earshot and whispered to Telly, "Are you ok?"

Telly sniffed. "Yeah.. just my ass hurts. Did I go to the wrong table?"

Tamira said, "No.. thats where he told you to go. I guess he would rather the guard think you were stupid instead of him."

Telly blinked and shushed at Tamira. "Don't say things like that.. what if someone hears!"

Tamira winced and nodded, forgetting for a moment who she had been talking about. Her Master. If one of his guards herd her imply he was stupid... she would be in serious trouble. She sighed and looked up at Sabeth. At least she could sit down.. poor Sabeth had to be extremely sore by now.

It was several hours before Rahmor returned. The party had been over for some time, the rooms mostly deserted except for slaves cleaning up. Sabeth was one of only a few decorative slaves still bound to the marble columns.

Telly and Tamira shifted their positions to get to their knees as they saw Rahmor. Sabeth just moaned.

Rahmor snorted, looking around at the deserted ballroom. "Get her down, take out her gag" he ordered to Telly.

Telly nodded, getting up stiffly. She moved around to the back of the column, first getting the leather strap holding Sabeth's horn loose, then working to release her wrist cuffs, finally figuring it out.

Sabeth groaned and fell forward, her ankles still tied to the column, her muscles not responding after being tied in place all day. She slumped in relief as Rahmor caught her.

"Oh.. oh.. I'm sorry! I..." said Telly as she bent down to untie Sabeth's ankles. She finished and moved to her face, gently undoing the gag, nearly dropping it as she pulled it out. It was heavy, like a stone! She watched as Sabeth coughed and rubbed her jaw, finally collapsing onto the ground with a moan. Telly held the surprisingly heavy gag.

Rahmor looked at his three slaves and smiled. "Very good.. you all did well."

Telly looked up in surprise. Did he forget about her?

Rahmor said, "Especially you" as he looked down to Telly. "You handled the situation at the table well. You took responsibility for your Masters mistake. You didn't try and escape punishment by telling him I had sent you to the wrong table." He rolled his eyes, "Stupid rules. The dragons that hold these things like to change them at the last minute just to be assholes I think. Slaves need rules like that to keep them in line, make them remember their place. We dragons KNOW our place. I'll be having a word with someone about this."

Telly sighed in relief... she wasn't in trouble! She leaned down at a thought and gave the top of her Masters foot a quick kiss. She knew he liked that sort of thing, and she could not stop thinking about that whipped unicorn. That could be her. Her Master was a mean, cruel dragon... but there were worse ones.

Rahmor smiled at the kiss. He said, "You know, I'm feeling generous tonight. To make up for your undeserved punishment tonight, the next time you are to be disciplined, I'll waive the punishment."

Telly smiled, "Oh... thank you Master."

Tamira put on a smile too, but didn't feel it. Telly wasn't stupid, but she was too innocent. She always looked at the bright side of things. Like now.. she was happy that she was going to get out of a punishment. All Tamira could think about was how unfair it was that she was likely to GET punished in the future, and probably for something just as stupid this time. Master Rahmor gave out punishments all the time for dumb things. He enjoyed it. She looked at Telly with a sigh and realised it was just another sign that they were all getting used to life as a slave. She shrugged... at least Telly wasn't sad any more.

Rahmor said, "Now... one last issue to deal with." He walked across the now nearly empty room to the table Telly had been sent to. A slave cleaning up noticed and backed away, letting Rahmor pass. Rahmor moved to a smaller table that had been mostly cleaned out and pulled the tablecloth off of it and using it as a makeshift sack, dumped the remains of the vegetable platters into it. He returned with a satisfied smirk. "I'll send my slaves wherever the hell I want to" he said, and dropped the sack into Telly's lap. "Bring that back with you, slave. You can have it when you are back in my lair."

Telly brightened and nodded, smelling the food inside, "Oh... thank you Master!"

Even Tamira couldn't think of a downside to this, and smiled at the beaming Telly. She helped Sabeth up to her hooves, letting the sore and cramped girl lean on her as they made their way to the landing ledge where Rahmor's drake was waiting. She helped Sabeth in and then climbed into another leather bag herself. Telly must have gotten over, or controlled her fear this time as she didn't need to be forced into getting in. The ride back seemed longer, the ground dark and nothing to see.

Tamira nodded to Chakal as she unbuckled her and let her out and onto solid ground once more. Rahmor ordered the first guard they saw to remove Tamira's heavy cuffs and blinder, and then the three slaves and Master walked silently back up to the entrance to the slave quarters. Either Rahmor didn't remember, or was letting Telly and Tamira carry their burdens and did not order them to crawl. Home at last... if you could call a nearly empty cave at the top of a mountain home. She dropped to her knees beside her master along with Telly and Sabeth as he stopped.

Rahmor looked over his slaves, quickly spotting Kindem. He said, "Come over here and present yourself, slave."

Kindem crawled to her Master and posed, kneeling, head down, arms behind her back.

Rahmor looked her over. She was still a mess, soaked with spit from head to hoof, her mane a tangled mat. She smelled better, but still clearly was scented from the dragon cum. It was as he expected, nothing short of a full bath would get her clean, but it kept his slaves busy. He put on a frown, "You did a lousy job, slaves. She still looks like a wet rat, not a pretty unicorn slave that I expected." He snorted, "Perhaps you all need to learn how to clean things better. I have just the thing for you. There is a field hospital here, and a section of it houses injured drakes. You can imagine that ones that can not fly will have.. extensive latrine needs. This is usually dealt with buckets and shovels, but I think you all can handle it on your own.. just hands. And tongues."

Dana groaned, not believing what she was hearing. He wasn't ordering them to clean up drake crap with their bare hands.. and lick the floor? She shuddered and the rest of the mares were doing the same.

Rahmor said, "I think one day should suffice. Perhaps starting tomorrow morning." He smiled.. all his unicorns were looking down at the floor, disgusted, upset. He turned his head, noticing Telly looking at him expectantly. He cocked his head, "You have a question, slave?"

Telly nodded her head, not believing she was actually doing this.

Rahmor said, "Speak, slave."

Telly spoke quietly, but quickly, before she could change her mind. "May I be punished with them, Master?"

Rahmor simply blinked. Did that guard hit her in the head? Then he realized what she was doing. He snickered, then laughed out loud, long and hard.

Tamira looked at Telly like she was insane. What was she thinking? Was she completely insane?

Rahmor finally stopped laughing, slaves and guards alike staring at him speechless. He said, "Yes girl... you can share their punishment." He shook his head and left without another word, the door closing heavily behind him.

Dana got up with the rest of the unicorns, walking up to Telly, "Why did you do that?"

Tamira suddenly sat up, "No... you didn't... he didn't... did she?"

Telly smiled proudly, "I made Master happy tonight, and he said the next time I was to be punished, he would waive the punishment. So...."

Tamira said, "But... he just meant YOUR punishment!"

Telly said, "But he said he would cancel the punishment itself.. remember?"

Dana gaped, "Does that mean we DON'T have to go clean out the..." she stopped, not even wanting to say it.

Telly nodded brightly. "Oh! And we brought this...." she fumbled at the cloth and unwrapped it, revealing all the leftover food. It's way too much for just the three of us."

Dana stared at the bounty and said, "He... he let you have this? I mean... we won't be in trouble?"

Telly looked over everything and nodded, "He did." She cooed as she saw a candied apple and picked it up, giving it a long lick. "I didn't even see these before, and I'm STARVED..." she said, taking a bite. She closed her eyes. Delicious.

The rest joined in, passing choice bits to others and soon the whole small herd of unicorns were hungrily working through the unwanted leftovers of the dragons feast.

"We should make sure we get out share..." said Nella, her feline eyes sharp as he saw the slaves eating.

Ralean held her back, "Relax, Nella. It's all crap anyway. Apples? No meat at all. Let them have their fun."

Nella turned away and harrumphed. One of these days she was going to have to settle her status with that leopardess. Put her in her place. She was far too lenient with these slaves. They may be Masters property, but that didn't mean they can't have fun with them. As much as she loved seeing those stuck up unicorns reduced to slavery, she wanted to take a more direct hand in their suffering.

The unicorns ignored the guards, not knowing, or caring what they did. They were too busy gorging themselves. Dana smiled at Tamira, "It's nice to end the day happy for once.. I almost forgot what that was like. Look at Telly... everyone is fawning over her. She deserves it too. I can't believe she tricked Master into letting us all off."

Tamira smiled, then shook her head. "She didn't trick him, Dana."

Dana said, "It looked that way to me."

Tamira said, "No... for whatever reason he allowed her to get away with it. Think about it... he doesn't need an excuse to abuse us. He could murder any one of us whenever he wanted, and nobody would stop him. He could break his promise to Telly and nobody would care. He could just decide to punish us all for not being green, or some other stupid reason. No... don't think he was manipulated. He wasn't. I can't guess at his reason. Maybe he planned it.. maybe he really was amused.. maybe he thought we needed a break. But don't ever think we can manipulate him. If he ever thought you were trying... I don't think you would enjoy his response."

Dana sat silently and nodded, "Your right... sometimes with all the rules and punishments and rewards it's easy to be fooled into thinking he has to play by the rules too. But he makes the rules, doesn't he."

Tamira said, "I didn't mean to be depressing.. I just didn't want you to get hurt. Like... damn.. that poor unicorn."

Dana said, "Who?"

Tamira said, "There were a few other unicorns at the party. One... she.. it was bad, Dana. She had been abused.. her body was a wreck. But her eyes, Dana... they were dead. There.... just wasn't anything there. I saw them torturing her sometimes.. and take her away. She obeyed orders... screamed when she was hit. But when left alone... nothing. Just hung there."

Dana shivered, "Thats horrible. Do.. do you think maybe she is better off though? Maybe she found a way to escape after all..."

Tamira said, "I said there was nothing in her eyes.. no intelegence... but thats not true. There was pain, and suffering. Her mind might have been broken, gone.. but she still could suffer. She didn't escape, part of her DIED. So.. just.. be careful. Do what he says.. don't make him mad."

Thinking for a few moments Dana said, "Listen to your own advice.. he wants you to be one of his guards. You should accept."

Tamira said vehemently, "No. I gave an oath to protect you, I won't betray that."

Dana said, "I've told you before.. I'd rather have you guarding us than that cat bitch. You would look out for us as best you can."

Tamira shook head head, "No. Just.. no." She smiled suddenly, "Anyways... better eat some more before it's all gone. Have a carrot. You would not BELIEVE where the last carrot I had came from...."

...

"Sir, you have a visitor. She says it's important." said a guard as Rahmor walked back to his chambers.

Rahmor stopped and turned. Standing next to one of his internal furry guards was the dragoness Cavanel. "You again. Well, out with it."

Cavanel smiled, wearing a skimpy outfit even for a dragon and still looking like she were in the early stages of being pregnant with an egg. "I have several messages from command for you Sir. You look tired though... perhaps I could read them to you in private?" she said with a swish of her tail. She licked her lips, cocking her head in a sultry way. The spare insect riders in her womb stirred in anticipation of finding a new host, eager to spread and enslave, and destroy.

Rahmor grunted, considering... but shook his head. "Not tonight. I have other things on my mind. Just give me the messages."

Cavanel smiled and pulled them out of a small pouch at her hip. Damn. It had taken her days to arrange another visit here and she was being turned down again. She was sure Rahmor was the proper target for the next infection but he was turning out to be harder than expected to get alone. "Is there anything I can do for you, Sir? Anything at all?"

Rahmor chuckled, "Sure. Go help clean out my drakes pen." He looked over the dragoness. She had a sexy body, but something about her attitude annoyed him. Too eager. He preferred his dragonesses like Zoriah.. strong and willful and defiant. It was much more satisfying for him to dominate an equal when it came to his own kind. To see the strength and power of a dragoness submit to him after a proper beating. This dragoness was simply a slut, and not very interesting. He goaded her, "If the slave that takes care of my drake approves, maybe I'll give you a fuck." He turned with a smirk. Being told to serve a slave... that was an insult no dragon could miss. If she was too weak to be much of an attraction, maybe a good humiliation would make her interesting.

Cavanel said, "Yes Sir" and let the guard guide her away from her target and to the drakes lair. She felt frustrated but hopefully. She wanted so badly to give that dragon a nice little insect controller like hers. He was the next target, she had to obey. He had direct access to the front lines like no other. He could bring them down from the inside. She thanked the guard as she was led to the proper chamber and went inside to find the caretaker. It was a unicorn surprisingly. She didn't think he had them long enough to put one in such a position.

Chakal knelt when she saw her visitor was another dragon. "How may I serve, sir... miss?"

Cavanel searched for guidance. This far from the hive she had only fleeting, vague contact through the parasite inside her. Only one thought became clear. Unicorn. Interesting. Take it. The others in her belly squirmed, hearing. This one would be easy. She was alone in her quarters.. the drake safely on it's ledge outside, the only guards far down the hall.

Chakal eeeped as the dragoness pushed her down onto her back and straddled her. "Uhhh..." she said, not sure what was going on. Was this dragoness here for sex? Did Master send her down here? She glanced down at the short skirt the dragoness wore. It had hiked up and she could see her crotch, making her equine face blush. "Oh, I..." she started and then mmmphed as a hand clamped over her nose. Her eyes widened with surprise, looking up into the cold eyes of the dragoness. She squirmed, but then there was a sudden sting in her thigh. Ow! She shuddered, going numb... weak. Slumping to the ground she stared off to the side. What was going on... was she just drugged?

Chakal grunted, pushing and straining to expel one of the newly grown parasites from her womb. It took a minute for it to worm it's way out and slide between the unicorns legs. She looked down at it, and for just a second felt revulsion at the alien thing. Her body jerked as the tendrils in her brain found the tiny spot of resistance, and ate it. Her vision cleared and she looked down emotionlessly now. There was very little left of her personality now. The parasite was well established in her brain. It wasn't very smart by itself... just enough to seek hosts, and then take control of their goals and drives, letting the host do the thinking. Using each species advantages against them. This host was serving well, but in time she would fail, her mind eaten away bit by but until she could no longer think for herself. Chakal understood what was happening to her, but didn't care... that part of her was gone. She looked forward in fact to the day when she could be just a mindless drone.

Chakal tried to scream but couldn't as she felt her sex being played with. What was that dragoness doing to her? It felt so weird.. things moving inside her.. fingers? Her tail? Her tongue? Her eyes had closed when she slumped back and she couldn't see anything. She struggled without moving a muscle as she felt herself invaded.. and then pain as her cervix was sting and paralyzed.. relaxing to admit the intruder. What was going on... this wasn't sex... something else was happening. Where was her Master? She tried to cry for help but no words came, nor did any help.

The parasite settled into it's new home in the unicorns body, extending tendrils to grow through and to seek her spine.. traveling upward quickly.. using stored energy to grow quick and fast as it seeked it's goal. This far from the hive it knew nothing but eagerness to enslave and corrupt, but that was enough. Soon it threaded the tiny fibers into it's hosts skull, invading her brain and mind... probing. It had no practice with this species... not like dragons which had been drilled into it's parent. But it knew what to look for.. exploring the front of the unicorns skull, finding the source of her will and drive. There... so easy.

Chakal's eyes rolled back into her head as she became confused.. like voices in her head. No.. get out. Her body twitched, recovering from the paralysis. Then the voice was clear and dominant in her head, a familiar feeling of surrender flowing over and through her. She felt herself going to sleep, being put under.. which was off because she was still wide awake. Oh.. yes... this wasn't 'her' any more.. it was the insect parasite in her body using her mind. Interesting. Unicorns made good hosts, simply stepping aside, not fighting and needing to have their resistance burned away. She opened her eyes and said, "It is done."

Cavanel helped the unicorn to her feet. "You will tell Rahmor I did a good job and he should see me. He is my goal, you are just a step."

Chakal nodded, "I understand." She concentrated, trying to hear.. the hive was a distant buzzing, just out of reach. "This host submits well. Easy. Like it was made to be ridden and controlled. It was not so for you?"

Cavanel said, "No. This one would not submit, so I consumed her. it is an effort to imitate what was lost of her. Hard." She pondered, her mind forced to work, "How can we kill their drakes? Without them their defenses would be impaired."

The unicorn said, "I do not know." Her memories were searched and Chakal said, "There is a canine who would know. I will ask when I see him again."

Cavanel nodded her dragoness head, "Good. You should use your hosts body to grow another larvae to implant. I have one more in me, and that will soon be inside your Master. Would a drake make a good host? It could kill many."

Chakal said, "No. They are like animals. Smarter.. but not like furries and dragons. Control the rider, and the beast will obey. The combined intelligence of a drake and a parasite rider would not be enough to be useful. It would likely just go on a rampage, seeking to destroy whatever was in it's sights."

Their plans made, they settled down to wait for morning. Cavanel simply closed her eyes and stopped thinking entirely. Without being stimulated to act by her parasite she was nothing, independent thought long erased. The unicorn spent the night having her mind and body explored by her new invader, her womb being induced to begin incubating a new creature. Somewhere inside her head she struggled fitfully, knowing something was wrong, but not awake enough to know what. But nothing could resist the amount of domination a parasite could exert with direct control of their brain. Soon the part of Chakal that resisted weakened and slipped into a deep coma-like existence. As if she had been shoved aside, and another driver put in place. Tomorrow would be a big day. Much would happen. It would be good.