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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 33 - Checkup

_ 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._

Chakal never knew when her Master would arrive, nor what he would want with her when he did. Sometimes it was to visit his drake, other times it was to teach her a new lesson or give her instructions. Lately he had been checking up on her, making sure she had recovered from the near-fatal insect attack. At least once a day, sometimes twice she would hear a noise from the secure doors leading to the rest of her masters lair and drop to her knees, waiting, only to get up minutes later when it was clear it wasn't him.

This time she clearly heard the bolts sliding back on the doors. She slid off of the drakes arm where she had been resting and dropped to her knees. Even staring at the floor she could tell it was her Master. His blue scales a familiar shade to her eyes even as she tried not to look. He had a visitor too, seeing a pair of deep purple feet walking behind her Master. She couldn't resist a quick glance and almost let out an ooh of appreciation.

The purple dragon had the metallic gleam that Rahmor had, turning his scale-patterned hide from a soft look to an almost painfully shiny gleam. In addition to the deep purple luster he had silver stripes in various patterns over his entire body. The silver glittered as he moved, giving the dragon a striking appearance. He wasn't as muscular as Rahmor, but was very fit... a lean, hungry look. He wore black robes, open from the navel up, flowing down almost to his ankles at the back. A soft clacking noise followed him as he tapped a wooden staff on the floor as he walked.

"On your feet, slave," said Rahmor as he stopped before the unicorn. He said, "This is the one, Magi Talos."

Chakal gulped a bit as she got to her feet. She was nervous standing in front of not just one, but two dragons.. having the idea that kneeling and crawling was the preferred position of a slave before a dragon. "Yes Master..." she said, still keeping her eyes averted from her owner and his guest.

Rahmor said, "Do as he says, Chakal... he is here to examine you and my drake." He gave the drake a pat on his great muzzle, and then let the three have room, retreating to lean against a nearby wall to keep a discrete, but watchful eye on the purple dragon mage.

Talos looked over the unicorn with interest. He had seen several around of course, and had even taken a look at the slave markets but had not yet been this close to a mare. His only other experience was with the stallion that had also survived a parasite attack. He stared at the beautiful creature before him, taking his time to admire her soft fur, her golden hair and hooves, and her wonderful horn. He could see the magic gathered within, like a soft glow surrounding it. He slowly circled the clearly nervous unicorn as he examined her and said, "Relax, little one... I am not here to eat you." As much as he wanted to examine her in GREAT detail, she was the property of the blue dragon watching nearby, and it would not do to anger him by scaring his property too much.

Chakal nodded softly, relaxing a bit, her tail untensing and no longer clamped between her legs. Even after all this time she still felt naked when a new dragon or furry looked at her. It was hard to resist covering her sex or breasts and to just stand there as she was ogled. She bit her lip as the dragon reached for her horn, a very private part of a unicorns body, not normally touched even by other unicorns.

Talos let his fingers brush the horn and he shivered at the feel of power trapped just beneath the surface. He could feel the texture of it, strong and vibrant and full of life. He continues to get familiar with the mare, licking his lips and flicking his tongue to taste the magical scent of her. To his senses she was about as powerful as the stallion he had examined. He closed his hand around the horn, feeling the power surging beneath. His other hand reached out to the nearly cringing unicorn to give the side of one breast a quick pinch.

Chakal said "Ow!" and quickly bit her lip, doing her best not to move away. Not that she could, with his grip on her horn, and there was nowhere to run in any case.

Talos watched, seeing a glow course down the unicorns body, flowing to the pinched spot along the veins that carried her blood, then fading away except for where he had given her the small injury. The bit of pinched flesh continued to give off a faint glow, a subtle flavor to the power not evident when it was in the horn. He nodded, much like the other unicorn had reacted. "Tell me of your dreams, slave... the one where you spoke to your Masters drake. Tell me everything" he said. He closed his eyes, able to feel her magical presence like beacon.

Chakal swallowed and once more told the embarrassing, frightening, but happy dream to the purple dragon. She didn't know why he pinched her, or was touching her but Master Rahmor had said he would bring someone to examine her. This was clearly the dragon. She repeated a few sections of the dream again when prompted, and answered questions the dragon had. She was thankful he didn't make her tell of having sex with the drake in more detail, that was the part she was most embarrassed over.

Talos hmmed and concentrated, clearly feeling her power and magic, but sensing nothing else. This was not a surprise. He had been unable to detect the presence of the insect parasites in the short time they had live captives to experiment on and examine. They somehow could make themselves invisible to all a dragons many senses, and inside a host were all but undetectable. It had been a great disappointment to him and his superiors, but luckily the danger had passed. It was now up to them to make sure it never happened again, and the reason he was here now. He frowned and spoke, "I feel nothing here, Master Rahmor. If the insects still have a connection to this one, I cannot feel it. Without a live parasite to hide it, I am sure I would be able to feel... something if it were to be there."

Rahmor nodded and said, "And my drake? What do you see there?"

Talos moved closer to the drake, taking the unicorn with him, hauling her along by her horn. He saw the drake looking at him in annoyance but trusted it's Master to keep him under control. "Easy..." he said to the large beast, and put a hand on the hard scales of the shoulder. Drakes he had much more experience with, he had been around them often and was not surprised to feel the currents of power boiling under their skin. Like all drakes it possessed powerful magics, but with rare exceptions, seemed unaware of them, or unable to use them. Eyes closed he concentrated, and for a moment though he felt... something between the unicorn and drake. He shook his head after trying to recapture the sensations, "I think.. there is something.. but it's too slippery for me to pin it down. I do apologize, my magics are not well suited for this task."

Rahmor nodded. It was rare enough to find anyone dragon or furry that could wield the untamed powers of magic. Often such people were damaged by it, burning themselves out before even realizing what it was they were doing. Mage Talos was one of a few dragons with the gift, and he had it strong, but this was not his area of expertise.

Talos contained to keep a purple hand on the unicorns horn, and another on the drake. He needed more time to hunt down the fleeting impressions he felt. He knew from experience the harder he hunter, the more elusive they would be, so he sought distraction. "Speak to me, slave. Tell me about this drake and your relationship with it," he said.

Chakal watched the dragon, still finding his body attractive, the purple and silver making a spectacular combination. She brought herself back to the present and said, "Uhhh.. sir... well... I take care of him. Wash and oil and make sure he is well. I guess I like him a lot... he seems to like me." She blushed deeply, remembering just how much, and in what ways the drake had expressed his affection for her. She was happy that she had had a bath since his recent.. expressions.

Talos nodded, knowing all of that of course. He knew how drakes treated their servants and pets, and could read between the lines here. He gave a soft sigh, there was nothing he could see here. Mental magics were not his strong suit, sadly. It would be much easier to deal with than the destructive powers he had at his disposal. He let go of the horn reluctantly and muttered, "Better stop before I get worked up and make something explode."

Chakal leaned back from the dragon, eyes wide, "Explode..." she said softly, suddenly afraid to be so close to the strange dragon.

Talos snorted, "Relax, slave. I am not serious. It would take much concentration to summon the power to make you explode, and isn't something I would do by accident."

The unicorn gulped, not entirely relieved by that. She sank down to her knees, feeling safer in this pose, less threatening.

The purple dragon sighed again and said, "I would not do it on purpose either. Destructive magic is... harmful to the caster. I would not waste my health to hurt anyone as harmless, and wonderful a creature as yourself. Your are far too pretty to be destroyed.. and it would be a terrible waste of all the glorious magic contained in your horn, and body."

Chakal let out a soft smile and nodded, "Thank you Sir." She then felt a shadow fall over her and glanced up to see her Master standing behind her. She felt her horn taken by his hand, but at least his touch was familiar. She arched up and turned, her head following where her horn was pulled and managed to say, "Uuuu..." before her mouth was suddenly full of stiff dragon cock. She mmmphed a bit but began to suck, even through the embarrassment of being made to serve her Master before the other dragon.

Talos licked his lips as he watched the blue dragon make it painfully clear that this unicorn was HIS property. He realized a little too late that his complements and handling of the mare must have gotten Rahmor's attention, and aroused his jealousy. He knew his purple color and silver highlights caught the eye of many a dragon and non dragon alike. This would not be the first time his looks aroused jealousy in another dragon over a mate or slave.

Rahmor pushed his slaves lips further down over his thick cock, inch by inch and watched the purple dragon, making sure to get his point across. This was his property. She served only him.

Talos had spent his whole life controlling far more dangerous things than his libido, so he managed not to rise to the bait. Still, seeing her servicing him... it made him want a unicorn of his own even more, and wanted this one right NOW. He was not poor by any means, but the bidding on unicorn slaves was vicious and well out of his price range. Perhaps when the fuss calmed down he could afford one... but there were far too many dragons and far too few unicorns for that to be likely. Knowing the blue dragon would be happy to show off for the next several hours, Talos said, "It seems I am finished with my work here, and I will make my report to your superiors."

Rahmor grunted, moving his hips slowly. "You may leave, Mage."

Talos gave a bow, retrieving his staff and made his way off the ledge and to the guards who would lead him out of Master Rahmor's lair. He looked forward to being back in his own cave, quiet and secluded where he could study and learn in peace. But he would miss that unicorn... such a pretty thing, and so full of power. It would be some time before he would get the image of her sucking lips out of his mind. He grumbled softly to himself, annoyed at the greedy dragon. How many of them did he have anyway.. a dozen he heard? He shrugged. He didn't blame the blue dragon.. he would do the same if he had the chance. He smiled in bemusement as the guards led him back to the safety and comfort of his own lair.

Rahmor watched the dragon go, satisfied that his point had been made. He was disappointed however that the mage could not sense anything useful. That dream of hers held many interesting possibilities. He looked down at the unicorn obediently mouthing his cock, then again, so did she. He closed his eyes and growled softly in pleasure.

Chakal tried not to choke as she sucked off her Master. The growl made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was a growl of pleasure, wasn't it? She couldn't really tell. To her, a dragon growling was a dangerous, fearful sound. She worked her tongue on him, bobbing her head slowly in time with his guidance of her horn. She would rather be led around on a leash than pulled by her horn... it was humiliating.

Rahmor pulled the unicorn muzzle off his cock by her horn, watching her gasp for breath and wipe drool from her jaw with the back of her furry hand. He smiled down at her, "Come with me, my slave." He examined his drake's harness carefully, making sure all was in order before climbing onto the large beast and seating himself in the saddle. He leaned down and offered a hand to his slave, "Up!"

Chakal took the hand and whinnied as she was hauled up easily by her strong dragon Master. She found herself sitting just in front of the saddle, facing her Master. Clawed hands grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto her Master once more, bringing her forward to sit in his lap, facing him. Those hands ran down her legs, lifting and pulling them to wrap around the dragons waist.

Rahmor twisted around to secure his slave's ankles to a neck strap so she could not fall off, then smirked at the unicorn, "Hold on tight, slave."

Chakal wrapped her arms around her Master, hugging her breasts tight to his smooth hide. She still thought of dragons as scaly, even though up close she had long discovered the scales were more a pattern on their skin than actual scales. She turned her head, pressing herself to the dragons chest and shoulder as her stomach suddenly tried to flee her body. The drake was taking off. She gripped even harder. She felt the bonds on her ankles but had no desire to go flying around hanging off the drakes neck by them! She stared in awe at the scenery. From her slave cave she could see down into the bowl far below, but nothing outside the high walls of the crater. But now.. it seemed like she could see forever... mountains flowing off in all directions, the two seas not quite visible past the high mountains but she knew they were there.

Rahmor rumbled, ordering his drake with the reins and by voice to circle over a wide thermal given off by the large sun-warmed bowl of the crater the dragon capital was built in. He was not alone, as many dozens of drakes were doing the same thing, flying in a wide spiral. Rahmor licked at the side of his mare's neck and felt her shiver against him.

Chakal squirmed at the nibbling, fearful of those jaws at her neck, the deep recesses of her mind somehow remembering the terror of wild prey hunted by dangerous predators. She bounced a bit on her Masters lap from the motion of the drakes wings which were beating slowly now. She sat down on something wet and hard and uncomfortable, not realizing what was going on at first, but her eyes going wide once she recognized the tip of her masters cock poking up at her. She grunted as she felt his cock head spreading her nether lips, coating and lubing them with leaking precum, but didn't try and move away. She knew better. She licked her lips, still tasting her Master on them.

Rahmor let out a growl of pleasure as his cock slid from his sheath, expanding and hardening upward... penetrating his slave as it grew. He enjoyed the feeling of taking a slave like this. A dragoness needed a hard, forceful cock to pound it's way in.. but a furry slave was open to him, his cock simply growing inside her until her body was full of his thick dragon dick.

Chakal groaned at the sensation, like something inflating inside her, stretching her out with unstoppable force. She shuddered on top of her Master, feeling the ridges and fins of his cock pressing on her insides... too damn big to be comfortable. She heard her Master give one of the guttural, sharp commands to the drake, and felt her stomach lurch as it dove, her body lifting up off her Masters thighs. She gasped as the cock slid nearly out of her, then the drake thrust his wings down and she was slammed down onto her Masters lap, the cock ramming upward into her. She cried out in a half grunt, half yell. Then the drake did it again, it's body moving up and down as its wings worked jerkily. She held on tight to her Masters chest, but couldn't stop her hips from lifting and slamming down again and again. The drake was doing the jerky flapping on purpose.. she could feel it's body surging under her, arching in time with its wing beats to bounce it's two riders on its shoulders. One rider bouncing a bit more that the other! Grunt! Gasp! Groan!

Rahmor hissed as he held his slave by her hips, loving the feel of her soft body clinging to his, her hips slamming down onto his over and over... and his cock taking her soft cunt over and over. He listened to her grunts and cries at the rough fucking and stared out over the vast domain of the dragons as he fucked his slave hard.

Chakal grunted again and again, sore from the hard fucking, doing her best to try and ease each slamming thrust. Perhaps it was the adrenalin coursing through her system or the recent memories of her dream-fuck she had with the drake she now rode on, but she felt herself responding to the rough sex, her pussy tingling, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine. It wasn't the drake's cock in her, but he WAS fucking her in a way. The mixed pain and pleasure confused her, but with her Master in charge there was no question on what to do... she would let him fuck her. Back home she might have said stop, or had second thoughts about such a rough ride, but as her Masters slave there was no choice in the matter. Somehow her lack of choice made it easier for her... she didn't have to worry if she was doing the right thing, or wonder how she should act or feel. She would fuck the dragon until he was finished and that was that. So she felt no guilt in enjoying the pleasurable parts of the ride, no worries about being called a slut or whore for liking the good parts. In time she threw her head back to whinny loudly as she came. She bucked and shuddered as she bounced, and with her head back she could see the drake had his head turned to look back at her. She quivered in the dragons gasp, remembering her dream again, and what little coherent thoughts she could pull together would later swear the drake had changed it's rhythm with her climax, helping her along and easing her down when it was over. Then the dragon came and her insides exploded in hot warmth.

Rahmor hurred and squirmed, holding his slave tight as his cock pulsed deep inside her. He moaned, hisssing and riding out his orgasm as his drake continued to pound the saddle up and down, throwing his slave against him again and again. The motion slowed as he did, and finally he just panted and held her, giving a tug on the reins as is cock began to shrink and withdraw.

Chakal shuddered, eyes locked with the drake as her Masters cock withdrew. The spell broken she lifted her head to look up at her Master, seeing the pleasure on his face and feeling... pleased? She squirmed slightly as she was tilted back, the drake going into a shallow dive. She said nothing, having no questions about what had happened, or why. Her Master wanted to fuck, so he did. She saw the walls of the crater rise up around them, and the continue. They had gone below the upper rim where his lair was, where were they going?

Rahmor guided his drake to one of the many landing zones in the miles wide floor of the massive crater, landing with a jolt in his saddle. He released his slaves ankles behind him, then lifted her off his lap, lowering her to the ground and then following. "Have a slave clean my saddle" he said to a handled as he turned to regard his unicorn slave. She had gone to her knees once her hooves had hit the ground and he smiled at her obedience. She knew her place, and would soon get her reward.

Chakal crawled along behind her Master, glancing around nervously. She didn't know why she was back in the slave pens. Was he going to sell her? She didn't think she had done anything wrong. No.. it had to be something else, but what? He moved quickly to keep up, feeling the wetness between her thighs and her sore, sore sex. She risked a glance back to see the drake still watching and shivered, remembering her very real orgasm. She wasn't a virgin, but had never felt anything like that before. Realizing at the last second she was falling behind she scrambled forward to follow closer at her Masters heels.

Rahmor brought his slave into one of a series of workshops, full of the sounds of metal and grunts. "Sit," he ordered to his mare, pointing at an iron chair covered in various built in shackles and restraints. He called over one of the dragons working and said, "My slave needs a replacement."

Chakal sat in the chair, resting her wrists on the armrests and looking at the restraints all around her. She swallowed nervously, but kept her eyes downcast, not daring to look up. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do as her horn was grabbed from behind to pull her head level, making her look straight ahead at her Master. She didn't flinch as he reached out for her and stroked her nose, but squirmed when she saw another dragon rolling a steel table next to her, some sort of heavy machinery on top with levers and a large wheel and dangerous looking sharp bits. The dragon holding her horn turned her collar in place, tapping at it and hmming, then finally stopping to point at one part in particular. She didn't move as the dragons worked, and soon a pair of massive cutters were positioned against her collar where the dragon had indicated. With grunts the dragons began to work the device. She could feel the strain in her collar, could hear metal creaking and straining.. and then with a terrible jerk and a snap that made her bones rattle, the machine cut through her collar. The collar was turned, and the same procedure was performed, the two pieces falling off her neck with a second loud crack. She had never seen her own collar before, it had been put on her while she had been hooded. But she knew very well what it looked like, having seen all the other mares wearing them. Dull iron in color, a set of d-rings welded to it, her Masters name and symbol marking the wearer as his property.

Chakal was pulled from her chair and brought to another. This one was much scarier. Sitting in the chair placed her neck between what was clearly a large vice with curved ends. It looked like it could clamp her neck in between the ends when it was closed. Then her Master once more had her by the chin and made her look at him. She stared at his other hand as he showed her a new collar. It was in two halves, the ends made to slot into each other. It was a shiny silvery-steel color and polished to gleam in the light of the workshop. Large green jewels were set in regular interverals so they could be seen from any direction. One half had a shiny metal o-ring on a hinge. She could see her Masters name and symbol, not simply burned in but inlaid with some dark black substance. And on the other half, much smaller, but easily readable, was her name... "Slave Chakal".

Rahmor said, "You are ready to be made Tahet's keeper. This will be your Place. Do you understand, slave?"

Chakal nodded, remembering now he had said she would get a collar when he had made his decision to keep her or not. "I do, Master."

Rahmor said, "Put it on her." He handed the two halves to a dragon standing nearby.

The metalworker fitted each half of the collar into the ends of the vice, mounting them securely and tight and making careful adjustments to the clamps and bolts that held it. He then took a glass dropper from a glass jaw and coated the two ends of one collar with it. A second glass jar was used to wet the other collar's edges where it would join the first. The dragon began to crank the vice closed, fast at first but slowing as the two halves of the collar grew close, making sure they were aligned before continuing.

Chakal felt the collar closing around her neck and held perfectly still. She was grateful she wasn't being strapped in and restrained, and thought that meant her Master trusted her to hold still. She wasn't going to disappoint him. Besides.. moving now would probably cause the collar to close over her flesh at best, or crush her throat at worst. She heard the dragon grunting and straining as he pulled hard on the wheel. It must be extremely tight fitting if a dragon's strength was hardly enough!

Rahmor said, "The ends of a slave collar are made just a little too big to slide together. It takes enormous force to push the ends into each other. The liquid used is a metal solvent.. once the two chemicals touch they will dissolve a thin layer of metal on each of the halves. Once dry the metal will be a seamless piece, the only way to take it off is to cut it like you just experienced. He stroked his slaves nose fondly, "Welcome to my service, slave Chakal."

Chakal said, "Thank you Master." She wasn't sure what else to say. She knew she had just moved up in the world of slaves, but wasn't sure how far or what it all meant. She waited patiently for several minutes while the chemicals stung her nose, and then the vice was opened. Her collar was uncomfortably warm, hot where the two ends had met. Another dragon used various tools to polish the seams, and then she was done.

Rahmor ordered, "Come, slave... back to your drake."

Chakal pushes herself out of the chair and down to her hands and knees, but urked as her Master pulled her by her collar up to her feet.

Rahmor said, "Since you have important duties now, you may walk behind your Master from place to place. You are still expected to kneel like always, but when ordered to follow you do not NEED to crawl."

Chakal bowed her head, "Thank you, Master." She walked behind him as he led her back to his drake. Tahet was watching for them and shifted, eager to be reunited with his dragon Master and pet unicorn. Once more she was lifted onto her Masters lap, but this time was allowed to face forward, and no cock greeted her. She let out a small breath, not wanting to endure that again so soon, no matter how good parts of it had felt.

Once airborne Rahmor said, "You will now be required to supply my drake and yourself. I'll introduce you to my assistants. They are slaves that run the day to day details of my lair. Buying food and supplies, making orders to suppliers, keeping track of everything required to run my House."

Chakal nodded. Without the distraction of being fucked she was a bit nervous about the height, but the dream of flying seemed to have cured her of any serious fear. She rather liked the experience now.

Rahmor continued, "You have the freedom to move about my lair now. There are restricted areas of course, they are all labeled and many guarded. If you require assistance with a task you may grab any unranked slave and they must obey. You may even visit your unicorn friends. I expect you will NOT abuse the privileges you are granted. Your work ALWAYS comes first. Your Masters needs are the ONLY priority. You may take certain liberties now, but only if they do not affect your work or duties. Your needs come far, far second to mine... you DO understand, don't you slave?"

Chakal nodded, she did! "Yes Master... thank you for your trust," she said. She thought a moment, knowing she had been given enough rope to hang herself with if she wasn't careful. "I won't disappoint you, Master... I... I love working with Tahet. I'd never do ANYTHING if it would require neglecting his care. Never!" She added an extra "Master" just to be safe.

Rahmor slid a hand around to cup a breast and squeeze, "Thats a good slave. Once we are back, you can give my cock a proper cleaning, and I'll explain more of your duties and what a green slave may, or may not do."

Chakal nodded submissively, and true to his word her Master spent the next several hours explaining details and requirements on her new status. She of course, spent the entire time sucking on dragon cock. By the time he finished her lessons her jaw was sore and throat ached, but she didn't mind. Not really. She had passed his tests, and was now going to live with his drake to care for it. She wasn't happy about being his sex slave, but knew that no matter what position one might be granted, being Masters whore would always be a part of your duties. She snuggled up with her drake once her Master had left, happy to be with the large beast once again. It's wasn't a BAD life she supposed.

...

Rahmor smiled as he left his slave, cock still tingling in pleasure from his last orgasm. He was quite pleased with Chakal. He could see it in her eyes that she had accepted her Place. She may not like all the aspects of her enslavement, but accepted that she WAS a slave. HIS slave. Sometimes a slave never accepted that, and either needed constant punishments and beatings, or had to be broken hard. He was glad Chakal fit into her role as well as he had hoped. Tahet clearly liked her a lot as well. If he didn't, well she would have to go back and he would have to find another. He didn't think she would handle that well, and probably would regress back to disobedience and forgetting her place. He nodded to himself. Tomorrow he would give the rest of his slaves a little encouragement and training. He smirked. No.. a LOT of training. Some he knew were too arrogant and self important to ever fit in like Chakal. They WOULD need to be broken, and broken hard. He would enjoy that of course. The satisfying feel of hammering a slave into submission. The rest would fall into place as he guided them. Many were already on their way, and they all were beginning to accept that hey were slaves, and always will be. Now... time to take care of his duties, and then perhaps some time in his harem. He deserved a little relaxing before the big day tomorrow.