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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 54 - Rounds Four

_ 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 shivered as she was led through her Master's lair. His tail-tip was once more pushed up several inches into her sex, leading her with it like a leash. She would have much preferred to have an actual leash attached to her collar, and she supposed it showed just how far she had sunk that the idea of being leashed like that didn't make her seethe in anger. It had, at first. After she recovered from the near fatal beating she had taken while trying to fight off the dragon invaders she had resisted and struggled, but not for long. She soon learned that dragons were rough, vicious and brutal. She might had died then, beaten to death for trying to kill her captors, but even newly captured they seemed to be able to get into her head. They knew her type, and seeing that physical pain and threats had little effect, they found something that did. They simply started beating other slaves in her place. That had finally forced her behave. She had spent her life protecting others. It hurt inside, but she swallowed her pride and behaved, doing as she was told, all the while watching and waiting. Plotting her chance to escape and free the other captured unicorns.

She almost laughed out loud at her naivety. She had thought that a local village had been raided, that she could somehow defeat the dragons in the small camp. Maybe free others, get them to all attack their captors. It was not until she was sent on the long trek to the dragon capital that she realized how large the attack had been. Thousands, maybe more unicorns had been captured and enslaved. The camp she was in was just a small one, a temporary outpost for the guards who had taken her. It was only when passing through one of the main slave camps that she saw how large scale the attack had been. So many of her kind collared, naked.. on display. Used, abused. Tortured. It stunned her, and her plans for escape and freeing the others withered and died. Not completely. Over the long journey she made new plans.. maybe just escape with the small group she was with. Seeing the dragon capital for the first time made those plans seem foolish too. It was a fortress. An enormous crater with countless lairs carved into it. Tunnels like mazes. Dragons everywhere.

Now she walked willingly behind her Master. She didn't like it, but she had little choice. Now all her plans and schemes, what few she had, were centered on simply trying to make the best of the situation. She was positioned to be able to help her fellow mares, her sisters in slavery. True, she was her Master's guard and sometimes now would be required to punish them. But unlike some guards, like that nasty cat Nella, Tamira would only do the minimum needed. It wasn't much... but it was all she could do.

Rahmor stopped, poking his slave with the tip of his tail, making her jerk from the very intimate touch. "We are leaving my lair, slave. You will not speak to any dragon without my permission. Do not make eye contact. Keep your eyes on my feet."

"Yes Master," she said, the words rolling off her tongue easily from much practice. She still felt a small burn deep in her head at saying the phrase.. but had grown used to it.

It was always clear when a door led out of Rahmor's lair. They were always heavy and defensible with a pair of actual dragon guards on each side. The inner guard were always female, the outer pair varied. Not that she had seen much of the outside. She wondered where he was taking her.

Rahmor said, "This is a door to stay away from, slave. It leads to the barracks where the warriors under my command stay when not on the field. We only visit the front when we are needed. Most of our training is done here. These are seasoned fighters. Unless I am with you, it would be a very bad idea to visit them alone. My collar would protect you from any deliberate action, but without my presence their reflexes and instincts might get the better of them. Especially if they are drunk."

Tamira nodded. Warriors. Fighters. Killers. Murders. Perhaps not these dragons, but others like them killed the rest of her patrol. She was scouting ahead and was ambushed, unable to give warning.. and the dragons told her what they were going to do to the rest of her brothers and sisters in arms. It made her angry, but mostly sad. None of them deserved to die.

She followed silently through the doors, jumping when they slammed shut behind her. Dragons were paranoid creatures. Always taking security very seriously. It was why the insects had not overrun them, so it wasn't a bad thing... except it meant there would be no rescue. No unicorns or furries would ever make it this deep into the dragon lairs. Not without starving them out first. She shuddered. The dragons would not run out of food quickly... but when they did, she knew what, or rather who they would eat next. Any attempt to rescue all the furry slaves would simply result in them being eaten instead. She put that unpleasant thought out of her mind. The furry government was too terrified of the insectoids to do anything to jeopardize the dragons defenses. Rightly so. But it didn't make it right.

Tamira was brought into a large... mess hall? Training room? It had aspects of both. She was familiar with the scene. Dragons were not so different from unicorns in that respect. When off duty they could get... wild. Dragons of all sexes and colors filled the room. One side had tables and benches, food and drink in abundance. A central area looked to be a sparing ring. Various wooden, and metal training weapons were hanging in racks along a wall, and there were benches, beds, couches.. even bookshelves. It was a strange mix of rooms that she was used to having separate. No way unicorns would fuck right out in the open, but dragons had no such moral objections.

Dragons were everywhere and even if she had a weapon and was in armor instead of being naked and collared she still would have felt deeply uneasy. Rahmor drew the gaze and focus of every dragon in the room. She knew these dragons would fight, and die for him. They had that look that she had grown to recognize in well trained unicorns, devoted to a cause. The room grew quiet, the sounds of training fights, arguments, conversations and fucking dying out as they all looked to their commander, and of course, her. Dragon eyes seemed to crawl all over her. She glanced around, seeing that there were a few furries as well. Slaves for the troops enjoyment. Most were tied to bunks and looked like they had been there for a while. A few others were scattered about, holding trays of drinks or polishing leather or in one case, a long haired, dog was on her hands and knees using her own tail to scrub the floor. Tamira winced in sympathy. The poor hound's tail, while not as nice as a golden unicorn mane, was still a long, silky cream color and should be all combed and maybe decorated in a bow. Not dirty and soaked with whatever she was scrubbing off the floor. Tamira saw that the word "Mop" was inscribed on the slave's collar in big letters. Her name, or her purpose? Her thoughts were interrupted as she jerked her head around at a loud dragon voice.

Nargat stood at attention, "Sir!" The dark green dragon stared Rahmor right in the eyes, awaiting orders as he gave a snap of his tail in a dragon salute.

Rahmor waved a hand, "This is not an official visit, commander."

Nargat nodded, relaxing and turning his attention to the unicorn, smirking at the tail up her sex. Classic way to lead a slave around. He licked his lips, "Does the slut need MORE cock sucking training, sir? I'd love to teach her some more."

Betha walked up and smacked Nargat in the back of his head, "Dumbass. That's not the same unicorn he brought last time!"

Nargat grunted and smirked, "They all look the same to me. Delicious. Fuckable."

Betha regarded the unicorn, "No.. she has a horn cap, not the dulled tip most have. She's taller, muscular, and she isn't whimpering and cringing. Red gemmed collar too. Must be that warrior-slave of his, right Sir?"

Rahmor nodded, "Quite so. This is Tamira. She recently pledged herself to my service. Fought her first battle for me and distinguished herself nicely. I am quite pleased with how her training is coming along."

Nargat licked his lips, "Oh... I bet she is well trained... VERY well trained." He took a few steps to the side, circling the unicorn and looking her over. "Yeah... she is a different one, isn't she. Look at that ass... damn that's fine! Hurrr!" He admired the unicorn's shapely rump... the perfect combination of toned muscle and a bit of padding too. Shit... he just wanted to grab it and....

Tamira blushed, angry at the insinuation... but even more angry that it was basically true. He had his way with her in bed whenever he wanted. That was the nice way of putting it. He raped her whenever he pleased... that was more accurate. The tail in her sex felt even larger and more obtrusive as she felt the gaze of so many dragons on her. She quivered a bit, the instinct of an equine when surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. She wasn't a mere animal, and she might have a mind and nerves made of steel... but beneath it all the quivering heart of a terrified herbivore remained. She watched the dragon circle her and check out her rear, flushing in humiliation, and a tiny bit of fear. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. Not at all! It made her clench up a bit and tuck her tail down.

Rahmor put his hand over Tamira's butt, squeezing, but also covering, "Yes, it's a fine ass... MY ass."

Tamira squirmed a bit at the touch, but felt strangely relived by the touch, the hand blocking the other dragons hungry view. She didn't like that feeling at all. Her Master was cruel and mean and she hated him, and feeling comforted by his touch was an unwelcome sensation!

Nargat almost pouted as his view was ruined. He shrugged and said, "She fought well? Hard to believe... being a horse and all. I suppose she only fought another furry. Not like she fought a dragon."

Tamira flushed again, this time in anger at being called a horse. She didn't go around calling them lizards or alligators, did she? Of course, if she did they would beat her.. but still... she was a unicorn, not a horse!

Betha said, "Oh, but she did fight dragons. Killed two of them before they captured her."

Nargat made a dismissive sound, "Those were not true dragons. Everyone knows that only rejects from the military get sent to the furry lines or to do raiding. Anyone with real skill fights the insects. They probably tripped and fell on their own swords!"

Rahmor said, "It would be unwise to underestimate them. They are tougher than they look, and their horns are more dangerous than any weapon you will handle."

Nargat said, "Oh? I know their horns are hard to break, but they don't look that dangerous. Nowhere as long as a sword."

Rahmor grinned, "Why don't we have a demonstration then. Go grab a sword."

Tamira swallowed, then gasped as the tail pulled from her sex. She watched the dragon pick up a long two handed sword. A real one, not a wooden or even dulled metal practice sword. She eyed the blade nervously, seeing the dragon handle it with ease. This was no fool, he knew how to handle himself."

Rahmor said, "All right... simple rules. Fight to disarm. Tamira is disarmed if you can knock her off her hooves. Nargat is disarmed if he loses his sword. Sword and horn contact only. Go."

Tamira blinked at the quick instructions, hardly able to take them in before the dragon let out a roar and swung at her.

Nargat swung in a fast sweep of his sword, aiming low on the unicorns horn, blade tilted upward slightly so it would slide up and off and not cleave into the filly's head. The swords connected with a clang, knocking the unicorn to the side and sending her stumbling. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the sword had a big dent in the side where it hit the horn. It may only be a practice sword, but it was still dragon steel and should not have been even slightly damaged by that blow.

Tamira reeled to the side, not having been prepared for the blow. She shook her head, clearing it, feeling her horn wipe the fuzzy-headed feelings away almost instantly as she felt adrenaline course through her system. She was ready for the next swing, and swung her horn back, meeting the sword.

Nargat felt his hands go numb as his sword slammed into unyielding force, and was even knocked back. He nearly dropped it before recovering. It was like he had swung it into a stone wall! He whipped it around with all his strength for another blow, and this time the blade exploded, shattering into fragments as the hilt was ripped from his fingers. He staggered, taking a step back with newfound respect, hands throbbing from the blow. "What the...."

Rahmor chuckled. "They are not just strong you see. When a unicorn swings their horn, it turns into more than just a short length of bone. It's like it suddenly is made of a massive rod of metal. They can knock swords like that around with ease, and shatter stone blocks, knock enemies aside like they were hit by a drakes tail. The ability to dull blades and not break is minor compared to that."

Tamira panted a bit, eyeing the dragon warily. She had been in such fights before. Furries or even other unicorns thinking she was no match for them. When she proved otherwise, sometimes it turned ugly.

Nargat shook his hands and nodded, "Well damn. I wish MY horns could do that! They are good for deflecting a sword or insect claw but head on they would break sooner or later."

Rahmor nodded, "She is capped, but the tips are sharp. Like needles, and unbreakable. Goes through armor like it wasn't there. You get stabbed by a unicorn and you are going down no matter how much armor you have on. Anyone else want to try? Here.. grab that staff and let her take a swing at it. Don't break it Tamira, just knock it around."

Tamira nodded, giving the staff a quick look. It wasn't what she would have called a staff... It was a length of solid steel, a rod a good inch at least in diameter and nearly six feet long. One by one a number of dragons took it and swing it at her in an easy arc. She smacked it away every time. She began to enjoy the looks of surprise and respect she saw as each dragon rubbed their paws from the shock of the blow. By the time she was done the rod had several dents in it and was slightly crooked. It had been a while since she had been able to use her abilities, and it felt good. She even forgot for a while she was a naked slave surrounded by dragons, her only protection being her slave collar marking her as owned property.

Nargat said, "So what else can they do? She doesn't look that strong, other than that horn." He stepped up to her and patted his flat, muscular stomach. "Hit me... show me your best!"

Tamira looked to her Master who nodded, and she sighed. Punching someone in the stomach who was prepared was not very effective. A good way to show off, but she knew many unicorns that could tighten their stomach muscles and take a hit. This dragon was much bigger than any stallion she had known, and she doubted she could do much. But she gave it her best shot, pulling back and giving a hard punch. She grunted as her fist smacked into a hard wall of muscle with a dull thud.

Nargat didn't even let out a gasp as he was hit. It was a good one, harder than he would have expected from her size but he could take that from a dragon. Most times anyway. He snorted, "Hardly felt that." He tapped the side of his face, "Here... try one here... come on... I bet you want to hit a dragon bad. Especially when getting fucked! Unless... you like it?"

Tamira felt her anger rise, but knew she was being baited. Fine. He wanted her best shot? She would give it to him. Like most unicorn warriors, she was trained in many methods. One such was the art of hand to hand combat. A favored method or teaching how to punch was board breaking. Hitting was not a simple matter of throwing you fist at something. How you hit was important. If you wanted to impart momentum to a punch, you imagined punching through an object, not just hitting the surface. Likewise, speed had a big effect. A slow roundhouse could knock someone backward, but a quick jab could deliver a stronger force to a particular spot. A well practiced unicorn could break two or three boards with a punch. An expert could hit two boards and break the second one, leaving the first undamaged. She did this now, pulling back and delivering a hard punch right to the dragons nose, her hand moving as fast as she could, and 'snapping' it back at the last second, delivering the blow but not shattering her own knuckles.

Nargat hurked as the fist hit him right in the nose, a loud SNAP sounding in his head as it was knocked back. He nrrrghed and put a hand to his nose, feeling a trickle of blood running down one nostril. It wasn't broken, but bloody hell that was a good hit! He shook his head to clear it, "Rrrrh... that was... better than I had expected. Still, nowhere near enough to take down a dragon! Not even if I let her hit me a dozen times."

Betha laughed, "I bet you couldn't take a kick to the stomach from her. Not even one!"

Nargat said, "Oh yeah? A free fuck says I can!"

Betha said, "Sure... and you're my slave for a day if you can't stay on your feet"

Nargat said, "Done!" He stood before Tamira and took a deep breath, tensing. "Go ahead... let's see what you can do." He knew it was going to hurt. A hoof would be much like a boot, but he could take it. Just tense up, take the blow.. let yourself get knocked back to deflect the energy. Will hurt like hell.. but a night fucking that sweet dragoness cunt would be worth it! Not like he had a lack of sex... he was popular, but Betha liked the girls and always turned him down. He couldn't wait to stick his cock in that pussy licking slut. Make her scream and beg for him to stop. He laughed to himself, or maybe, beg him to keep going.

Tamira looked to Rahmor for guidance, she could do some serious injury with her hoof.

Rahmor chuckled, "Go ahead, Tamira. Knock him down if you can. Just make sure the poor guy survives. Hah."

Tamira nodded. Rahmor knew what she could do, and had just told her not to seriously hurt him. She smirked with a evil grin, she wouldn't kill him.. but might make him wish he were dead! She turned to the side, lifted a leg, and snapped her hoof out and up right into the solid wall of the dragons stomach. She didn't hit QUITE as hard as she could... but came damn close! It felt good!

Nargat saw the golden hoof coming, and had just a moment of unease as his mind made the connection. Gold hoof? Like her horn? Then the solid hoof slammed into his belly and blew the thoughts right out of his head along with every bit of air from his lungs. He folded over in half with a whoooooofing noise, and remaining on his feet was never even an option. He toppled backward, his tail stifling behind him to prevent him from falling over onto his ass, but he sank down to his knees soon after. He covered his belly with his arms, head bent down groaning and trying to gasp. It took several tried to draw in a shuddering breath, then he planted a foot on the stone and levered himself shakily to his feet, giving Betha nervous look. Crap. He hoped she had grown bored of some of her more... extreme kinks or he was going to be in for a rough day! All thoughts of bending her over had left his mind now that he had lost the bet and faced a day of submission to her.

Tamira watched the dragons whole demeanor change. It was subtle... she never would have seen it before her capture. But the dragon stopped giving greedy, evil looks at the dragoness and was looking at her not really with fear, but a kind of meekness and worry. They really did seem to have this whole domination and submission thing in their blood. She wondered how much it would take to make a dragon submit to a furry. Could she do that to Rahmor? She filed the idea away for another time. A room full of dragons was not the place to contemplate escape plans. She looked around, seeing the other dragons reaction to her kick. They were pointing and discussing her technique and the effect it had. The effect was much less than she had expected. She was surprised to see the dragon back on his feet so quickly. She figured he would be down for the count. Those dragons were tough bastards.

Rahmor grinned, "Didn't I say not to underestimate them? Now.. their hooves are not the same as their horns. They are strong, about as tough as steel, and have a bit of that magic weight behind them, but nowhere near as tough as a unicorn's horn. Still. they pack quite a punch, don't they Nargat?"

Nargat nodded, rubbing his belly. He had a hoof shaped bruise forming, "Gah. They certainly do Sir!"

Betha eyed the wounded dragon with a snort, "I'll choose the day for you to serve me."

Nargat hrmped but nodded, "Fine... fine. Bloody unicorn hoof. Still.. better than an insect stinger to the gut."

Another dragon said, "Or an egg tube up the ass."

Other dragons chimed in with their least favorite insect parts, and where they went. Tamira was still horrified from her earlier trip to the museum, and was surprised at all the other things various insects did to their prey. Was there really one that did nothing but suck out your eyes? She doubted they were making it all up. They were joking, but many had a serious cast to their eyes, even if their words were full of mockery.

Not for the first time she wondered what Rahmor actually did. He had mentioned fast responses, quick raids, but she wasn't sure what all that meant. She coughed, and looked to Rahmor with the 'I want to speak' expression she was getting so good at putting on. When she got the nod she asked, "Master... may I ask what your job in the war is? I was a scout... part of a team that patrolled looking for smugglers, thieves and, um, dragons."

"Did you find any?" said a laughing voice behind her. She ignored it, pretending she hadn't heard the comment.

Rahmor nodded, "Well slave, you must understand how the insect hives works. It's all one mind, but that's not to say it doesn't have its separate component parts. Overall it's a single, unified brain made up of hundreds of separate hives. Now... the hives all have strong connections to each other. But they are limited by distance. A hive has to be within a certain distance to another or it won't be able to join the group mind. Individual insects have a much shorter range. They communicate with the nearest hive. The further they get from a hive, the less controlled they are. If they get far enough away, they eventually revert to pure instinct."

Rahmor paced as he spoke, "We survive for two reasons. Our defenses is a big part. Generations building them, and the natural rocky land makes it hard for insects to mass against us. But the second... that is just as important. We keep the land bridge between the eastern and western continent clear of hives. With no hive to control them, warriors sent to invade become... stupid. Clumsy. Uncoordinated. They are still a danger, a serious danger. But they act more as a mindless swarm than a coordinated attack force, like they can do deeper in their lands."

"It's still a struggle. The bugs are always trying to form new hives closer to us. We have scouts that look for these. Usually they are caught early and can be dispatched with ease. But other times... they dig in. Grow a new queen underground and fortify it with their warriors. That's when they call in the drake teams. This is one of them. My personal strike team. I am the overall commander of the rest, we have many ready to respond at a moments notice. But mine... it's the best. We take out the hardest targets. Drakes breathing fire to clear the way, warriors and soldiers to fight the insect protectors and in the end, a drake and his rider fighting the queen itself. If she is a big one... it might take several drakes to take her down. Most of our time is simply waiting for a new hive to be found. When it is... the fights are fast, and deadly."

Tamira nodded, trying to imagine something big and nasty enough that it took several of those big drakes to kill it. That must be a sight. Despite herself she wondered what it would be like to join such a fight. She knew it would never be allowed, and even if it was, would she WANT to? Being taken alive by those things... She couldn't think of a worse fate. She would choose to be a dragons slave in a heartbeat over having her soul sucked out, or worse, having it slowly devoured by insect parasites growing in her womb.

Betha stretched, "Yeah, we are some badassed dragons. We fight hard, and play much much harder. Speaking of play... as long as she is here, think I could have a go at this little filly... with permission, Sir?" She gave Rahmor a sly look, licking a fang provocatively. She would let him fuck her if he wanted... especially if it let her get some time with that cute little horsie. Something about unicorns was just so damn... sexy. She had been surprised how much she lusted after the first one that Rahmor brought down.

Rahmor hmmmed and smiled. This could be... entertaining as well as informative and useful to his plans. He gave a nod and a toothy grin of his own, "All right.. show us your moves..."

Tamira bit her lip as the big dark green dragoness approached her. She did her best not to cringe as a long dragon tongue licked wetly up and down her horn. She shivered at the touch, even though she couldn't actually feel the tongue on her horn, she knew it was there. A unicorns horn was private. Not as private as say, her sex... but no unicorn touched the horn of another unless they were close. Strangely... it didn't feel as bad as when Rahmor had done it. She moaned as a pair of hands reached up and gave her breasts a squeeze. Not the manly, firm grip of her Master, but a knowing, gentle caress.. lifting them just right.. fingers making a spiral inward to her nipples. "Unnnmmgh..." she said, feeling herself growing wet. Wetter. Then the hands moved to her shoulders and pushed her down. She dropped to her knees, not having any choice and watched as the dragoness stripped, reveling the dark green mound and the bright reddish pink of her slit. Tamira licked her lips, then almost whined as the dragoness stepped around behind her, then straddled her head, and horn. Once more she didn't feel the sex of the dragoness as it pushed down over her horn. Not directly.. but could somehow sense it. Having her horn used as a dildo should have humiliated and angered her, but she felt... strange.

Tamira watched silently as another dragoness stepped forward, crouching a bit and presenting her naked sex to Tamira's muzzle. She didn't hesitate before sticking out her broad tong to lick at the female folds before her. It may not have the soft fuzzy feel of a unicorn mare's sex... it may have a strange and unfamiliar taste... but it was female.. and she was SO sick of cock! She nuzzled and licked, hearing moans of pleasure from above, both in front and in back. Her head bobbed a bit as Betha humped on her horn. "All the rape and sex must be making me used to this sort of thing," she thought. She should be embarrassed, a room full of dragons watching her.. but she had eyes only for the belly of the dragoness before her, and her tongue focused it's attentions just below.

Betha mrrrmed... that metal cap did such interesting things to her insides.. and knowing she was using a unicorns horn as a sex toy... that just made it all the better. She played for a bit more, then stood... it was time for the main course.

Tamira tried to watch as her horn was freed, and eeped as a hand grabbed the slick horn and pulled her back to her hooves. She faced the green dragoness, then gasped as she was hugged, the dragoness grabbing her ass in a tight, possessive grip. She looked up at a muzzle full of teeth and fangs, then looked down as a wonderful sensation moved over her breasts.

Betha squeezed the furry rump, leaning down just a bit to do so.. enjoying the firmness and feel. Soft.. like a fuzzy pillow.. and warm. She rocked back and forth, dancing and swaying to music only she could hear. Her breasts pushed against Tamira's, her movements rubbing her dragoness nipples against equine. Back and forth... up and down... pressing to squeeze together.. coming apart to just flick nipple to nipple. Her jaws opened, and closed over white unicorn muzzle.

Tamira moaned loudly as her nipples were teased. "Oooooh....." she said. She had done this before, but with fur it made the rubbing a bit to abrasive, too rough. The smooth, soft flesh of the dragoness felt amazing, and her nubs burned with a hot fire. She moaned again, and cried out a bit as the dragoness took her nose and mouth into dangerous jaws... but it was only the dragon version of a 'kiss' and she was, if not used to it, familiar with it. She mmmphed as a tongue pressed into her mouth.. not invading like Rahmor did. It didn't seek out her throat to choke her, but toyed with her tongue, teasing it to respond. Then a warm presence moved behind her, breasts pressing to her shoulders, hands moving through her fur, a mouth and tongue at the side of her neck just above her collar. She groaned as she was sandwiched between the two dragonesses. Her own hands reached up and pressed to the sides of the green tits in front of her, feeling.. stroking... turned on by the erotic dance.

Tamira shuddered in pleasure.. her pussy hot.. needy. It was so nice to be with girls. It was like back in the harem... so easy to get lost in the pleasure. It was so different than when her Master took her. No hard, bumpy cock ramming hard and painfully into her. No cum to have to taste and swallow. No rough hands squeezing her, and a hard body full of muscle pressing to her... smothering her. No sweaty balls to lick. Nothing but soft curves, the scent of wet arousal. This... this was not bad. She felt the touch of a third dragon and jumped, a tongue pressing up to her sex... teasing.. exploring.. tasting. She tilted her head a bit, seeing yellow and not much else of the dragoness down there. Whoever she was, she knew what she was doing as Tamira's clit screamed it's pleasure out to the rest of her body, making her tingle from top to bottom.

Tamira hurrhed and moaned into the mouth of the dragoness before her, beginning to sway and move.. dancing with her.. rubbing nipples and breasts.. hands roaming. Was this what it was like for mares taken by female dragonesses? She wished a female would have bought her. She never considered it before.. but she could get used to this... kept safe from males. Still be a virgin. Still not know what male cum tasted like, or how it felt to choke on a cock. The taste of it. Just her... Mistress... that was the word. It even sounded better than Master. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? She might get used to that, she could obey such an owner... accept her. She shuddered at the sensations... imagining calling the dragoness before her Mistress, and felt a cold chill run down her spine, and shuddered from something other than a tongue on her clit.

Tamira's eyes stared into space, suddenly frightened. Would she have submitted to a Mistress? Surrendered completely? Seduced into slavery? Was she that weak? Maybe the only reason she resisted was because Rahmor was a male. Rough, hard.. repulsive. If a female had taken her... what would she be like now? Kneeling obediently? Worshiping her feet? Begging to be played with? She groaned as her sex was probed with a long tongue, making it hard to think. She didn't know... couldn't know... but maybe being taken by Rahmor was a stroke of luck. Kept her fighting. Unnnngh! But trying to focus her thoughts with three dragonesses going at her was a fight she couldn't win. Eventually she just had to give in, let the burning in her loins engulf her. The climax when it hit was hard and strong, rocking her back on her hooves, making her cry out. Her body spasmed and twitched.. and slumped.. held up by the hands on her ass, the pressure of the two dragons holding her. She thought the dragoness behind her might have switched with another, and the same with the one under her... it was hard to tell.. the pleasure never letting up, a second orgasm coming close after the first, then a third... then she lost count.

Rahmor watched with satisfaction, eyeing a hot little dragoness of his own, calling her over and making her kneel in front of him. He ahhed as his member traded his own sheath for the mouth of an eager dragoness, watching his mare being expertly handled. Yes... this should do it. He was certain of it.

Hours, days, weeks, maybe years passed before Tamira began coming back to her senses. She was on her knees, muzzle soaked in dragoness scented dampness, her own crotch wet and dripping. Her body tingled as she groaned there, spent, exhausted. But still.. still a tiny flame burned, wanting more. She moaned, looking blearily up at a familiar blue shade, and an unpleasantly familiar cock. She licked her lips hungrily and took it into her mouth, sucking on it. She moaned and mouthed it... and for the second time in a row, froze. It suddenly hit her what she was doing. Sucking on a cock. She pulled back and blushed.. but that hunger was still there. No. It couldn't be. She shook her head.. but now she was sure of it. There was no doubt.

She was in heat.

It should have been impossible. All female furries had their monthly cycles. But most also had seasonal heats too. Or used to, long long ago. A common herb controlled that. Taken regularly it suppressed the ancient and now useless advertisement of fertility. The herb was also, perhaps by design, a pleasant flavor as well, and was used as a spice for food. At every dinner table in every furry house, along with the salt and pepper and various ethnic spices, always, always was a shaker of ground Bluesalt herb. 'Pass the blue' was a phrase she heard countless times. It was so common that most furries never experienced a heat in their lives. Why should they? Who wanted to spend weeks suffering from desire and need when it could so easily be avoided. She never experienced it, but she knew the signs. Had learned in school what ancient unicorn mares went through. It was exactly what she was feeling now. A strong desire to mate.. being so horny. Her mind so distractable by sex. Worst of all... that awful, terrible desire she just felt for cock.

Another thought hit her. That's why Chakal had smelled nice. Drake cum. Unicorns had it worse than most furries. The average furry in heat just needed sex to stop it. A unicorn... she needed a stallion. His cum to be precise. The trace magic in it was needed to convince a mares body she had been properly mated. That's what she was craving now. The drake had plenty of magic in his system. Rahmor... maybe a touch. Fucking him might relive the heat for a day or two... probably wouldn't end it like drake cum would.

How had she not realized what was going on? She should have noticed there was no Bluesalt at the table. But there was no table! All her food had been raw, dried grasses and wheat and hay. No salt. No dressings or dips. No soups or baked breads, cakes and rolls. She had just assumed it would be in the food she was eating, but the dragons... they didn't have heats. They had no use for the spice. That's why he forgot to put it in. No. Not forgot. She looked up at him and saw his knowing gaze. This was on purpose! She shuddered... how could he do this to her? She felt violated. Of course. He had no problem with raping her, why would THIS be an issue. She swallowed, "Master... please... I need it."

Rahmor said, "You want me to make the desire go away, slave?"

Tamira nodded, already feeling her pussy burning.. wanting those dragonesses back.. or even a cock. It must have been building all day, she thought. There was no mistaking it now. She needed fucked. Bad!

Rahmor patted his cock, "Here you go... stand up, bend over... and I'll take away that terrible heat of yours. For a few days."

Tamira moaned and shook her head. That's not what she meant! "Master.. I mean give me some Bluesalt. There must be some here!"

Rahmor shook his head, "No slave... none of that for you, or the other mares."

The others! Mares kept together often became synchronized. The others must be feeling the effects now too. Oh no. "Master... that's... it's cruel not to give it to us!"

Rahmor just smiled, "You might say that, though I'd probably call it... instructive."

One of the male dragons said, "Gonna do her right here, Sir? Fighting is fun, but fucking is way better! I know my place is here fighting the insects, but I sure admire XXX? those dragons that get to go out on raids and fight and catch sweet things like your slave here! Must have been fun rounding them all up!"

The heat that rose up in her wasn't just sexual anymore, but anger. Catch? The rest of her company was dead. Dead! Slaughtered while she had been ambushed. She remembered the smug looks on those dragons as they told her how the rest of the unicorn warriors were being slaughtered as she hung helpless in their grip, broken and beaten. She suddenly felt dirty and unclean, touched by those females. Warriors they called themselves. They were just thugs. Murderers! They might fight insects, but others raided the towns and villages that she and her regiment protected. Her poor, poor brothers and sisters. She looked at all the dragons standing around, her emotions unhinged by the heat, hard to control. She glared, seeing killers.

"Woah... what's HER problem?" said a nearby dragoness as she watched the unicorn's expression darken and a snarl spread over her muzzle.

Rahmor regarded his slave with a bit of puzzlement, not expecting her to react to strongly to the revelation. "It's only natural, slave... I'm simply allowing you to experience what nature intended. Is that so wrong?"

Tamira panted slowly from the recent sex and her near out of control emotions. Maybe it would be best to just take these bastards out right now. That kick had felt good. It would feel better to crack some skulls. She hissed, "They didn't round them up! They were murdered! My friends... my comrades. Killed in the raid. By dragons. All gone, because of your kind... Master." Even in her anger the training had sunk deep and she used the proper word for him, even though 'bastard' or 'filthy scum' would be more fitting.

Rahmor said, "Killed? Why would we do that? Unicorns are valuable."

Tamira said, "They were killed on orders. Too dangerous to keep as slaves. They told me when.. when they took me." Her anger warred with sadness now and she fought back tears.

Rahmor looked puzzled, and then his eyes widened. "Oh. I see.. they must not have gotten word by then." He said, "Tamira... your regiment is alive."

Tamira looked up in shock, "What?"

Rahmor said, "Not all dragons have what it takes to fight on the front lines. Many fail to pass the tests, or are deemed unsuitable. Some find other positions, but many have the bloodlust and want to fight. They are sent to the furry border to guard it and go on raids. They are often impulsive, hot headed and not always very smart. The report on your sectors actions reported that one of the local commanders gave instructions for any armed resistance to be met with death. That order was rescinded by a higher authority when it was discovered, but word must not have reached the dragons who attacked you. But it DID reach the rest. I read the casualty reports and there were very few. Plenty of wounded, but they healed, as you unicorns are so good at doing."

Tamira felt lightheaded and dizzy. Alive? Her friends.., her commander... her former flings and loves? She felt relief spill through her. Then it hit her. They were here. Alive, but slaves. Suddenly she saw them all hung up on posts. Being beaten. Raped. Enslaved. They were all tough soldiers, but as she had learned... that meant little when you were under a dragons power. To her horror she began wondering if maybe it would have been better if they had been killed. No... no that was wrong. Life was precious to her, it was why she had gone into the service in the first place. To protect it at all costs. Where there was life, there was hope. Not much to be sure, but it was there. She recalled the faces of all her friends... times they fought, times they gambled, times they... fucked. She pictured her former loves... and saw them collared, naked... legs spread... pussy's wet with desire... oooh... she wished they were here now so she could hug them tight.. run her hands over their bodies.. her tongue.

Tamira jerked her head from side to side, shaking it violently. Auuugh! She pushed the fantasies and images out of her head. Her damn body was starting to piss her off. How did anyone deal with this before Bluesalts? She was so fucking horny, and it was hard to control her own thoughts and emotions. This sucked! She needed time to think about this new revelation.

Rahmor hmmmed softly. This wasn't part of his plan. He hoped the news would not be too much of a distraction, but... it did open up some interesting possibilities. He had made a mistake it seemed, in rushing Tamira through the normal slave processing procedures. Skipping them was mainly to keep her from being horn-tipped but it also meant the extensive interview and interrogation had not been done, and revealed her mistaken conclusions. Thinking back on previous conversations he could now see places where she clammed up when the subject of her former life came up. He should have seen it, or suspected... but he had been focused on her training and manipulation. Foolish. How could he expect to guide her to where she needed to be if he missed things like this? He may have to have a long session with her on her capture and former life. But not now. Her heat was something to take great advantage of. He however could not resist one little probe of her mindset, "Hmmm... perhaps I'll have to arrange a playdate with some of your former friends. I'll track down a few and contact their new owners."

Tamira groaned, that was an idea that made her heart sink. Seeing them in chains... no... she didn't want that. Seeing her! She flushed red in deep humiliation. They would see her... a willing slave. She couldn't bear that. And the thought of being paired once again with one of her lovers. She knew what Rahmor would do. Make them fuck. For his amusement. She whined, looking up at him pleadingly, "I... uhhh... Master... please..."

Rahmor almost came in his kilt at seeing her expression. Oh, he should have thought of this long ago! He would have to plan this carefully. He spoke in a stern tone of voice, "Does a Master cater to the whims of his slaves?"

Tamira felt her heart sink, "No, Master." She bit her lip, trying to think of a way to avoid an extremely embarasing reunion. Simply being a willing slave was bad enough, but acting like a cock-hungry slut... just the thought of that made her flush in shame.

As fun as seeing Tamira trying to hide her wet pussy and desire in front of her former warriors would be, Rahmor knew an opportunity when he saw one. Besides... as good as it was to humiliate a slave to keep them in their place, if one wanted the best service out of one it took a more, flexible approach than one used in dealing with other dragons. He hmmmed loudly and scratched at his chin, "Just what would you do, slave, to postpone meeting them? What would you offer?"

Tamira blinked and tried to think. Offer? "Master... I have nothing. Nothing but the collar around my neck and the cap on my horn, both if which you own." She twitched as she sat on her knees, feeling not like a strong warrior anymore. She added, "Even my body is... yours." She hated to say that, but it was true. Even if she had not agreed to serve, even if she fought with all her physical and mental strength she could not hope to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. He was just too strong, and steel chains and cuffs and muzzles would make her strength moot anyways.

Her mind wasn't on fire anymore, the climaxes turned the heat in her head down from a mad boil to a gentle simmer. But she could feel it building again, making her thoughts muddled and sluggish. Every thought seemed guided by some unseen force to sex and desire. Fucking and sucking and licking. She grabbed onto that idea. Dragons loved shows of submission. She could do that. It wasn't like he didn't make her do those things anyway. If it got her out of seeing her comrades like this, it would be worth it. She leaned over onto all fours and gave the top of Rahmor's foot a long, firm lick. Then another, her tongue working between his toes, and with a bit of hesitation, hiked her tail.

Rahmor smiled, "Ahh, see... you do have much to give, and offer your Master. While some slaves need not do anything more than mindlessly obey, I expect more of you. I'll give you a day to think of something you can do or offer. Use your time wisely, slave."

Tamira felt relief at knowing she had a chance to avoid a visit with her old friends, and maybe even her superiors while she was in heat of all things! Gods! She nearly passed out at the thought of being seen in this state. Who knows what she would do! She was sure nobody would take her seriously again... letting a little thing like sexual desire overwhelm her. But... pant... those urges...

Rahmor said, "Now... I think we are done here, slave. Time to go back to the rest of the mares. I bet some of them will be showing signs too. Should be... fun, hmmm?"

Tamira shivered, then cried out in pleasure as a tailtip pushed into her sex, forcing her to shakily to her hooves as he pulled her along behind him. "Nnnnngh...." she said and dreaded what she would find back in the mares slave pen. A room full of horny, wet mares? Would they all be in heat? Or just some? Her pussy tingled at the thought of a massive orgy, but her mind rebelled. It wasn't real! It was just hormones.. and worse... done to them on purpose by Rahmor. It was bad enough he had them in bondage... but to turn their own bodies and desires against them. That was just intolerable! And there was nothing, nothing at all she could do to stop it. Well, there was one thing. She had to keep from staring at the muscular back of the dragon in front of her. No... she wasn't going to beg for his cock. In time this would pass. She just had to be strong. A twitch of his tail in her pussy nearly brought her to her knees as she stumbled amongst the waves of pleasure, then recovered... nnnnnngh!