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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 60 - Friends

_ 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_.

Sometimes Rickie felt like he was back in school. Teachers were about the only ones that seemed to under stand him, well some of them. The gym teachers sure didn't! But even the ones that were not yelling at him to do "one more pushup" only liked him because he helped them do their work. He often stayed late helping them with their paperwork or tidying up. At least he didn't get beat up on the way back after classes. He stared at the pile of paperwork on his desk and sighed. He didn't mind doing it, really, and even if he did, he would still do ten or a hundred times as much to keep his position here! It was so much better now then back home, even if he did stay late here too, working after other dragons and their slaves left.

He shook his head. Home? No. That village wasn't his home any more. This was his home. The dragon empire. He may be a slave, but he was a slave with benefits. Great benefits! For once he was above other furries, not the bottom. He tormented them, not the other way around! Nobody pushed him around any more!

"Slave!" called out a feminine voice from the inner office.

Rickie dropped the stylus and immediately jumped to his hooves, "Yes Mistress!" He scampered to the door of the main office and dropped to his knees at the threshold.

Leshyet leaned back in her chair, pushed well back from the desk. "Get in here, slave. I require your services."

Rickie nodded and crawled on all fours deeper into the room, navigating around the desk and settling down in front of the dragoness. He stared down at her feet, admiring the shine of her dark red scaled form, eyes not daring to come up past her knees.

The red dragoness wriggles her toes, lifting a foot and presenting the bottom to Rickie's quickly blushing muzzle. Her tailtip flicked in nervous energy, showing she was agitated or stressed.

Rickie didn't need any further orders, he knew what was required of him. He nuzzled at the arch of the dragons large foot with his soft nose, then extended his tongue to give it a wide, long lick. He sighed a bit in relief, there was no caked dirt or grime or worse. She must have washed them recently. How nice! He knew she didn't do that for the OTHER slaves. He was special. He heard her let out a long deep sigh herself as he moved down to the heel, kissing then cleaning it, working his way up to her toes.

As he gave the first, largest toe a lick he let his eyes drift up the dragoness' strong, powerful legs. Before being captured he had thought dragons were nasty, slimy things... like frogs or some disgusting creature. All teeth and claws and ready to eat you. But they were nothing like that at all! They were smooth skinned, their hides not made up of sharp, hard scaled... but more like a pattern tattooed on them with only a hint of that diamond texture. They were big, yes, and scary, but strong... so very strong. There was nothing, nothing at all that scared them! And nothing that could challenge them. With a dragon, like Leshyet protecting him, nobody could touch him. Ever! He felt safe here, at her feet. He took the toe into his mouth and sucked on it and let his eyes casually drift off to the side to peer past the strong thighs to the very clearly displayed sex. The skirt the dragoness wore was enough to cover her while standing, but hid nothing, nothing at all to a small unicorn kneeling at her chair.

His cock stirred, then did far more than stir as it stiffened up against his belly. He felt a twinge of embarrassment and humiliation, his arousal there for all to see, no pants to hide anything. He quickly shook off the feelings of shame and embarrassment. This wasn't humiliating. Getting an erection in the boys locker room while undressing as some lucky stallion discussed how he fucked a mare last night... THAT was embarrassing! He clamped down on those memories, almost biting his tongue as his teeth clamped down in anger and rage. No. That was then. Now... now he was the one fucking the mares. And Brant... that bullying bastard had been sent him off to be food on HIS orders. To be eaten alive! He shoved his tongue between the toes of his dragoness savior and licked and washed. He would do anything for her, he thought. He wondered if she would let him lick her higher up. Much higher up... eeep!

Rickie jumped a bit as the tip of Leshyet's tail slid under his balls to lift and fondle. He let out soft whiny of pleasure as she toyed with them, wishing he could rub his cock against her, or in her... the sight of that welcoming sex so close making him leak like a stallion in rut.

Leshyet licked her lips and gently pulled her foot away. "Seems like we are the last ones left in the office tonight, slave."

Rickie nodded, his cock giving a little throb at the prospect of another session with the big red dragoness. He had been confused, awkward and even embarrassed and shy when she had first introduced him to the idea of role playing. He now looked forward to her invitations to play. He still had to admit they were a bit weird, but the sex was amazing. He stood, moving behind his mistress as she led him into the torture chamber. It was called the interview room, but it was where dragons took new slaves when they needed a bit more information out of them, or needed to teach them a lesson. Most furries had looks of horror and terror on their faces when they crossed the threshold into the space filled wish sharp, deadly and cruel looking devices. Rickie only grinned.

Rickie hurked as he was grabbed by his neck, tendons showing as he nggged at the tight grip and he was forced down into a chair. He owed softly and looked appropriately scared. He was pretty sure the dragoness was playing... but if he HAD made a mistake, he knew she would NOT hesitate to punish him for real. He bit his lip, watching with wide, equine eyes.

Leshyet slammed two metal rings down onto the table, one on her side, the other on his. "These were just discovered in a lost cave, slave... we need a worthless slave to test them on, and since your due to be executed, you will make a fine subject."

Rickie relaxed in his chair, but made sure to keep his scared expression. He wasn't due to be executed, or worthless! This was clearly another of her games. No punishment for him today!

Leshyet pointed at one, "They are rings of mind control. One is worn by the controller, the other by the victim. It forces them to do anything the controller says." She stroked the one closest to her, "I'll be wearing this... and testing the limits of the device on you." She stood and laughed, "Honestly I don't know why we even need them... you tiny, weak furries will do anything we say, or suffer horribly. We don't need these things to properly dominate the likes of you." She stood, turning her back and picking up a ball gag, inspecting it. She muttered, "Stupid things are hard to tell apart too."

Rickie watched the dragoness examining various ball gags. He had worn them when he first arrived, and hated it. It was so humiliating, and uncomfortable too! He still had to now and then, for inspections by Leshyet's superiors, but luckily that was rare and she didn't like her worker slaves wearing them. Too much drool on the paperwork. He wait and waited for whatever came next.

Leshyet coughed and muttered loudly, "It would be a SHAME if they were to get mixed up. Somehow."

Rickie ooohed softly and looked at the table. He picked the two rings up, and reversed their positions. He jerked his hands back quickly as the dragoness turned back to him.

Leshyet gave the unicorn a suspicious look, then strode back to the table, picking up the ring on the far end of the table and sliding it down into Rickie's horn.

Rickie winced a bit, still not comfortable with his horn being touched and used like that. Unicorn's were particular about their horns. He still felt uneasy about the rounded tip his now had, like all other enslaved unicorns. The dangerous tip had been removed and it just felt wrong. It was by far the worst thing that had been done to him. He had half worried he would feel some horrible magic seeping through his horn and corrupting his mind. He didn't think the rings were real... but one never knew with dragons! The ring didn't spark or make noises or give off an evil vibe. It just sat there. Merely a lump of metal. His attention was drawn back to the dragoness who was lifting the other ring and sliding it over one of her own horns.

Leshyet blinked and shook her head, "Uhhh... this doesn't... feel right..."

Rickie saw her reaching for the ring, her hand moving slowly as she stared at him. He had a good guess what she wanted now. He said, in only a slightly quavering tone, "Stop..."

Leshyet froze, staring at her hand... "What...? You switched them! You sneaky little twerp... I'm going to..."

Rickie had to force himself to interrupt her, he knew that slaves were NEVER to speak up out of turn, but playtime was different. For whatever reason, Leshyet got off on being dominated by someone weaker. Slaves in particular. He just managed and finished her sentence, "...do everything I say!"

Leshyet snapped her jaw shut with an audible clop and shuddered, moaning... "No... I mean... uuuuuhhhh... yes... yes Master." She planted both hand son the desk and made a big show of sinking down to her knees, "Please don't... hurt me. Or... beat me. Or... humiliate me. Especially that. I just... can't be humiliated by a mere SLAVE." Her eyes lifted, boring into his.

Rickie shrank back in his chair a bit, the dragoness was looking at him with such hunger in her eyes, as if she was going to devour him. She was a big girl, and had big appetites. He gulped. No matter how many times he tied her up and beat her, he could NEVER forget who was really in control here. She might at times be in chains or ropes, but he still did everything SHE wanted. Lucky for him he enjoyed doing it! He smiled... she wanted beatings and humiliation, hmm? He knew JUST what she wanted, and was more than willing to give it to her!

Leshyet's face rocked back from a slap, then another. Her cheek burned with the blows. A scrawny runt like Rickie couldn't hit very hard, but a dragons face and muzzle was a good place to hit. Sensitive. Personal. Shocking. Humiliating. Leshyet moaned hotly as she whined, "Stop... please... I'll let you go..."

Rickie laughed, sliding into the role. "Of course you will! I'll make you do that... after I take my revenge! Now strip!"

Leshyet quickly slid out of her meager top and skirt, standing before the much smaller male with nothing between them but soft dragon hide and silky unicorn fur.

Rickie said, "I'll do more than make you set me free... I'll take you back home with me... make you my slave forever. KNEEL, BITCH!"

Leshyet whined as she dropped to her knees hard. Even kneeling she was still able to look the unicorn in the eye, so she sat back on her heels, slumping, looking up at him. "No... please... not that... you would let them all rape me... abuse me... wouldn't you?"

Rickie nodded, "Oh yes... and me too." He lifted a hoof and planted it on a breast and shoved, pushing the dragoness onto her back with a grunt of effort. He lifted his foot again and touched the tip of her nose with the bottom, pressing it to her lips.

Leshyet groaned and gave the hard, golden hoof a nuzzle, her tonguetip flicking out to give a small lick.

Rickie snorted and shook his head, his mane swishing behind him. "Don't lick it... I want you to SUCK it, cunt!" Rickie smirked, then felt a cold chill run down his spine as he saw the dragoness's eyes widen in surprise, her movements frozen. Oh fuck. He went too far. He could feel his cock suddenly deflating, balls trying to crawl into his belly as he struggled to think of what to say.

Leshyet stared at the hoof for a moment longer before the surprise in her eyes was burned away with hot, raging... lust. Her large jaws opened and she took the golden hoof into them, tongue curling around her ankles, lips pressed to hoof and fur, and sucked. She moaned loud and hotly, a hand sliding down her belly to begin fingering herself. "Mmhhhm!"

Rickie nearly fainted in relief, needing to reach back to rest one hand on the desk to keep his balance. It was a scary sight, his hoof in a dragons jaws... knowing she could bite down and tear it off if she wanted. He held it steady, knowing that he could hurt her back just as easily. A unicorn's extra hard hoof could knock out teeth with an easy kick. The tongue felt strange, hot and wet... her breath blowing over his ankle. Teeth pressed to the top and back of his leg and made him squirm. He stammered, "Thats it, slut... suck it like a GOOD bitch... your mind is MINE..."

Leshyet groaned and writhed in guilty pleasure, looking up at the scrawny unicorn, sucking on his hoof. Helpless. Enslaved. By a scrawny runt! She moaned again, rubbing her clit. "More" she managed to get out, mouthing the word around the hoof.

Rickie was happy to give it to her. He pulled his wet hoof from her mouth and knelt down over her belly. He grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing, digging his fingers in, crushing the firm mounds as he pulled them apart. His equine member lay down between the two red pillows of her breasts as he leaned forward, "Suck me, bitch!"

As the dragoness' mouth engulfed the young stallions cock, a wave or red sliding over the pink length, covering it with hot, eager lips and pleasure. Rickie unnnghed and shuddered as long dragoness tongue curled around her, lips pressed tight around the base of his shaft. He licked his lips, twisting the hard nubs of dragoness nipples. At first he had been afraid of hurting her, of making her mad... but he knew now she could take anything he could dish out, so he pinched hard, digging his nails into the little, sensitive lumps of flesh.

Leshyet mrrrmphed around the cock. So small and soft compared to a dragon cock. A powerful dragoness like her would never bow down to such a tiny thing... but she was helpless now! She writhed under him, eager for more commands, more humiliation, more pain... loving the idea of being unable to resist the little colt's desires.

Rickie let go of the nipples, his cock wet and dripping as he pulled back from the pursed lips of the dragoness. "Lick your tits, slut!" he ordered. He watched her obey, a thrill running through him. He wished the made up magical devices were real. How amazing it would be if he could REALLY be in control. Dominate her every day, make her serve him. Dangerous thoughts, but irresistible. "Give me a good titfuck, bitch!" He waited for her to press at the sides of her breasts, pushing them against his cock which now slid slickly between them as he moved his hips. You couldn't do this with a mare! Their fur rubbed painfully. He never tried THAT again!

Leshyet squeezed her breasts hard, moaning at the feel of being used. Then she gasped as her face was slapped. "Ohhh... stop..." she moaned. That only got her hit harder. The runt's blows were nothing compared the taloned swipe of a dragon, but it made it all the more humiliating to be felled by them, her face burning in shape as she fell into the role, thinking nothing but helpless thoughts as the pitiful unicorn dominated her. Who was pitiful now? She was!

Having played these games many times, Rickie knew what the dragoness wanted. What she needed. "Fuck yourself with your own tail, slut!"

Leshyet let out a whimper of surrender as she obeyed, her tailtip pressing up to the moist entrance to her sex, and ramming inward, hard. She grunted, fucking with quick strokes of her tail, unfing at the motions of her tail and the beating her face was getting. The hands moved to her nipples again, wrenching them painfully, slapping her breasts. It all felt so horrible, so degrading... so... GOOD.

Rickie grinned evilly as he said, "Now STOP fucking your cunt... I'm your Master now... you will get pain or pleasure when I choose!"

Leshyet whined and stopped, her tail trembling... she wanted it so bad, so very bad. The weight on her was hardly noticeable, the unicorn weight so little. But she was on her back, helpless anyway. She bit her lip and moaned, "Please.. please Master..."

Rickie leered down at her, "Move that tail again... hard... rape yourself! Make it HURT!"

Leshyet unnghed and did as she was told, slamming her tail in and out of her hot, slick sex. She whined, her pleasureful moans putting a lie to her words, "Oh.. it hurts... ohhhh... nnnngh... please.. don't make me dooo this..."

"Shut up, cunt!" he said. He slid his hands to the sleek, smooth neck of his dragoness Mistress. He couldn't get both hands around it, they were too small and it was too big, but he could get a good enough grip to give her throat a good squeeze, thumbs pressing down over her throat, feeling her pulse under his fingers. He felt so powerful, so strong!

Leshyet gasped and felt herself being choked. She panted hard in pleasure, a little disappointed she could still breathe. She took a deep breath and held it, mouthing silently, pleading... whispering softly... "Spare me... I'm yours... so helpless... I'll do anything... anything you want... I have no choice!"

Rickie considered his next words carefully. Dragons were VERY sensitive when it came to the subject of the empire and their race. Even in pretend he had discovered that his Mistress did NOT like the idea of betraying her kind, or causing harm to anything but herself. Most slaves in this situation would order her to take them back to furry lands. Use her to hurt the dragons somehow. Maybe set all the slaves free. But she would NOT like that. Not one bit. Instead he whispered as he choked her, "All right, cunt... I'll let you live. I'll let you continue to serve the empire... but I will be pulling your strings. You will work hard to serve, and every reward you will spend on ME... making me the king of your lair. Pampered. Your slaves will serve me... I will pick who you will buy... and you will kneel down next to them lilt the slut I'll make you! I'll fuck your... ahhh... face... unnngh... cunt... and and and... aaahhhh ahahhhhhh!"

Leshyet felt her lungs burn as she listened to the little colt explaining her fate... it was so horrible... so hot! She cocked her head as he paused, wondering if something was wrong, and got a blast of unicorn cum right in the face. She shuddered at the feel and slammed her tail hard into her sex, letting out a scream of pleasure and pain as it sank deep, drawing in fresh air as she came as well, held down by this unworthy runt, destined to be under his control forever! Her tail moved on it's own, slamming back into her again and again, hard and brutal... raping herself. She arched her back as orgasmic pleasure blew through her like dragonsfire.

Rickie bucked and groaned, balls tight as they rubbed against Leshyet's chest, cock trapped between her firm breasts, struggling to stay on top as she arched and screamed under him. "Ohhh... ahh... hnnnngh..." he said and let out one last shudder. He felt her bucking and screaming slow to twitches and moans and he flushed... he hadn't meant to cum so soon. But the idea of being her secret Master was SO hot! Her climax was much more intense, and longer lasting than his. He flushed again, feeling inadequate. A male dragon lasted much, much longer than he did. He had seen them going at a dragoness or another male more than once. Dragons were NOT shy about sex. He wished, not for the first time he could have a cock like that. And a body. What he wouldn't give to be a dragon! Nobody made fun of them! Not ever!

Leshyet mrrrred and leaned up to nuzzle at Rickie's belly, then rub his cum off her face against him, leaving sticky globs of it in his fur, her face shiny and wet. She winced as she touched one of her nipples, it was all red and bruised. "Ahhhh... not bad. Next time I'll have to show you how to use some of the more complex devices in here, slave."

Rickie beamed and nodded eagerly. He loved bondage and torture equipment. He had experimented with a number of them already, but shivered at the though of using some of those sharp, metallic things on the red dragonesses body. Maybe some unicorn bitches too! Her erfed as he was thrown from the dragoness as she sat up, landing on his back with an oof and getting a good view of dragoness crotch as she stepped over him.

"Go home, slave. There will be more work for you tomorrow with some new arrivals."

Rickie nodded, then sighed as he saw her preparing to leave, biting his lip, looking up at the dragoness.

Leshyet cocked her head to glance down at the white pile of fur on the floor as she dressed. "Yes, slave?"

Rickie mumbles, "I... umm... just... would be nice to... serve you some more." He flushed deeply and looked away.

Leshyet let out a sigh of her own, "You are not my slave, boy. You are the property of the Slavers Guild. Taking you out of the compound is against policy." She caressed his nose with the tip of her read tail, scritching under his chin. "We must all accept our places, slave. Yours is here. Lucky for you... so am I."

Rickie tried not to pout as the dragoness walked away. He didn't quite dare invite her to HIS little room. He knew she was walking a thin line with him, using him as her personal slave. Dragon law and rules were all so complicated, and he still knew so little about it all. He was reading as much as he could, talking to other slaves, watching dragons. There HAD to be a way to somehow get her to be his official Mistress. What if she was transferred away? Who would take care of him then? He shivered at the thought of that bear and his Master having power over him.

The little unicorn got slowly to his hooves, walking out of the empty office and back to his room. He had a lot to think about, and tomorrow... new slaves? He perked up. Those were ALWAYS fun!

...

Rickie strutted proudly out to the slave pens, head held high as he looked over the spiked fence at at the herd of unicorns tied to their posts. They were all going to be sold. Worthless slaves. Not like him. He had the favor of a dragoness. He had power. Nobody dared make fun of him now. They showed respect, and fear. He liked the fear more than the respect. He slowed his pace, and dropped his gaze as he made it to the entrance to the pen, a pair of dragon guards on duty. They were low on the dragon totem pole, given the boring duty of guarding access to the slaves. They didn't even get to fuck them. Play around, tease and fondle, but they couldn't fuck them. Still, even though they fell far below the status of his Mistress Leshyet, they were still dragons and demanded, and got a great deal of respect. He bowed, careful not to point his unicorn horn at them and waited for them to open the gate.

He lifted his head back up once he was safely inside. There were new arrivals from the consolidation of a few other slave pens. Unicorns had been sent off one by one to fill special orders and as gifts to higher level dragons, and now slaves were being shuffled around for efficiency. He made his way to the newcomers, wondering if there were any more from his village. He hoped so. He would love the chance to see the look on a mare's face that had once teased him, now forced to endure whatever 'exam' he decided she needed.

He looked the first female up and down. Cute, but nobody he knew. He could see her surprise at his walking about free and gave a little chuckle. All the newcomers wore metal shackles on wrists and feet, chained together and then chained to the thick wooden posts beside them, arms behind the post so they were forced to stand and show themselves to any passing dragon. Later they would be given more, interesting poses. He walked closer, checking out the rest of the new arrivals when he heard a voice.

"R... rickie... is that you?" said a quiet whisper.

Rickie turned around and saw a familiar face, but not one he was expecting. "Johny?"

The small stallion said, "It is you! Oh... how did you get free? You've got to get me out of here! Please... take me with you... I won't make a noise, promise!"

Rickie simply blinked for a moment, then quickly put a hand over Johny's mouth, silencing him, "Shhh... don't say that where the guards can hear!" He waited for the unicorn to nod and lowered his hand. Johny had been, a friend. He met him when his father had taken him to visit a cousin in another village several times when he was younger. Not wanting anything to do with his father if he could avoid it, Rickie had gone exploring and met him. Unlike the village Rickie had come from, Rickie wasn't the town runt and had actually made a few friends. Johny had been one of them. They had a lot in common, both having no idea how to talk to girls. They talked a LOT about that subject. Wondering how the popular guys did it. Wondering just what they DID do. He flushed, suddenly aware he was naked. He hadn't felt embarrassed like this for a while, but seeing a familiar face, a friendly muzzle had made him remember times when he had been free, and clothed.

Johny said in a very quiet voice, "Please?" He looked around nervously now, clearly worried about being punished. Again.

Rickie said, "I can't..." in a soft voice.

Johny bit his lips, peering around a post at the guards blocking the way out. "If you make it, send for help, please... make them send the military after us. Get us out of here!"

Rickie took a deep breath and said, "I didn't escape... I'm allowed to walk around."

With an incredulous look the stallion said, "They took off your chains and you... stayed?"

"It's not as simple as that! You know where we are. What stands between us and freedom. Getting loose is the least of the problems in making it back," he said. Rickie didn't add that he had no desire to go back, none at all.

"I don't have any IDEA where we are! I got stuffed into a sack, flown away, put on a cart... locked in a pen. We are in the dragon lands somewhere, that's all I know!"

Rickie put his hand on Johny's shoulder, "Well trust me, there are thousands of armed dragons between here and the border. Hundreds in this processing camp alone. Just forget about escaping. Not possible... but... I can still help you."

"How?"

Rickie slowly said, "I kind of... help them."

"What? But they kidnapped us all? Did such terrible things to us? They are selling us off as slaves! Why would you help them do that?"

"What good is it to fight them, Johny? Nobody is coming to save us. Are you saying if given the chance, you wouldn't choose to work at a desk job instead of given to some dragon to be tortured for the rest of your life? Would you choose a life of pleasures or suffering?"

Johny hung his head, his golden mane spilling across his face, "Well... no... I don't want to be tortured. But I can't do anything about it. Some dragon will buy me, and if they DO want to tor... torture me..." He sniffed and squirmed.

Rickie grinned, teeth sparkling in the light, "But I can help you! Look... before everyone is auctioned off, 'special orders' are filled. Dragons with power, in high places and special needs. When one comes in, I help pick who is offered to them." Rickie spoke fast, seeing the shock on Johny's muzzle. "Sometimes the positions are GOOD... like being a bard or tailor or if a dragoness just wants something soft to cuddle in bed with."

Johny shuddered, "I don't want to be touched by a dragon! All scaly and hairless, like a disfigured, shaved unicorn!"

Rickie said, "Well some have hair... my..." He paused, not wanting to say the word Mistress, not yet. "My boss... she has hair. Like a mane. It's really soft. I think a lot of dragons COULD grow it but keep it shaved or something. It's frowned upon. Uh... anyway... trust me... I can help you. When new orders come in, I'll tell you about them... if one sounds good, I can arrange things, Ok?"

Johny nodded, not looking very reassured, but smiling a bit, glad to have a friend. Even if he was chained to a post. "I just want to go home."

Rickie thought hard. There was nobody in his own village he wanted around, well, some of the mares would be great to keep and rape... but none he wanted to TALK to. No friends. He wondered if he could get a place for Johny working with him! Maybe like a butler or something... there had to be a place for him. What good was power if you didn't use it, and abuse it, just a little? He just had to keep his friend calm. Show him the benefits of getting on the dragons good side. Fringe benefits. Oh my. Thats what he needed! "Stay here... I'll be RIGHT back!"

Johny would have laughed if he wasn't so sacred and afraid. Where was he going to go? He had been sad to see Rickie. He knew the dragons had taken a LOT of unicorns as slaves, but seeing someone from another village just drilled the point home even harder. He still wasn't sure what to think about working WITH the dragons. True, if given the choice between torture and an easy life... he would pick the easy life, no doubt. But wasn't there a line somewhere between wanting to be treated well, and actually cooperating with them? Was it betrayal to do that? His thoughts were interrupted when Rickie returned, and he wasn't alone! He pushed a mare in front of him, her ankles shackled, hands tied behind her back and looking none to happy.

"What... what are you doing?"

Rickie presented the mare to Johny, "This is Anya, one of the girls from my village! She used to make fun of me with all the rest. Never gave me the time of day. Now see where that got her?" Rickie pushed her closer, "Remember how we wondered what mares looked like? Felt like? Their pussies... their tongues?"

Johny squirmed in discomfort, flushing red in embarrassment. They HAD talked a lot about mares. Even tried to peek in a few windows once, and had nearly been caught! He had grown since then, but still didn't know. He was still awkward around them, and having one tied up and naked in front of him wasn't helping. All he could get out was, "Ahhh... umm..." as he tried not to look at her. It was hard, she was SO pretty. Her golden hair even had a reddish tint to it, giving her an exotic look. He glanced up into her eyes and quickly looked away, not liking how she looked at him. His eyes dropped down, and found her breasts. Nipples. He had seen plenty of naked mares since his arrival here, had gotten hard more times than he could count. If he had been keeping track, he would be forced to add one more to the total, he could feel himself erecting out of his sheath. He was so embarrassed, but had never been so CLOSE to one... so close he could smell her. "Uhhh..."

Rickie pushed Anya down to her knees, grabbing the mare's horn and pushing her muzzle forward. "You know what to do..."

Johny looked down with alarm, "Wait... I don't..." he said and the let out a gasp. It was like a tingling wave of... something flowed over the tip of his equine cock as the mare gave it a lick. "Ahhhh... eeeee..." he said, a strange and weak feeling bouncing up and down from his crotch to his hooves, knees trembling. Then he felt the soft, wet and WARM mouth go down over his cock, going deeper and deeper. "Oh... oh... gods..." he said.

"It's even BETTER than we had imagined," said Rickie.

Johny could only agree with a nod of his head, his embarrassment washing away with the rest of his thoughts as his shaft was caressed and suckled. He let out a whiny as he felt something tight push over his cockhead, then move down as the mare deepthroated him with a practiced motion. He huffed and groaned, hands pulling at his chained cuffs as he stared down at the mare, her eyes closed in concentration. The tingling grew and grew until it was too much, his cock throbbing, humming and vibrating with energy and then the world blew apart, his head thudding lightly against the post behind him as he shuddered and came stronger and harder than ever before. "Aahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

He panted hard, hearing words from Rickie but not understanding them. All his focus was on those lips and tongue cleaning him. Like electric shocks as her tongue tip lapped up drops of his seed. She... she just sucked him... sucked him off. He couldn't believe it. He watched in a daze as the mare was lifted back to her hooves, and a helpful hand guided his muzzle down to meet a rising breast. He mmmmped at the softness, the smell... and tongued the nipple clumsily, but hungrily. He almost whimpered as she was pulled away, turned around. He saw, and felt her ass backing against him, trapping his cock between her soft cheeks, her rump so warm as it pressed to his shaft. He nuzzled at the back of her neck, starting to feel embarrassed again, but unable to help himself. "How... how did you get her to DO that?" he asked.

Rickie said, "I just asked... she was quite happy to help... everyone wants to be on my good side."

Johny nodded, unable to see the fear and disgust on the mare's face, quickly wiped away by a look from Rickie. "I uh..."

Rickie said, "Plenty more where that came from... but I have work to do. I need to go over the paperwork for all the newcomers, and find a place for you! I'll be back... I promise!"

Johny nodded, still quivering from the sex. He just had sex! maybe... just maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Rickie seemed to know what he was doing here. He watched their backs as Rickie took the mare away, wondering if maybe he could see her again. Talk to her even? She was... oh... so good... she must have liked him! Maybe Rickie could help her too? Send the both of them off together? He shivered at the possibilities. He had heard of love at first sight, but never imagined experiencing it. Anya. IF Rickie could rescue him, he surely could save her too? Then they could be together again... she would surely be grateful... so VERY grateful! His mind swelled with ideas of what they would do, and so did his cock.

...

The morning passed so slowly for Johny, wondering when Rickie would come back. Could he have somewhere better to stay? Did Rickie get tied up here too at night, or did he have a place to stay? A real bed? Maybe the could be roommates? The dragon guards did not tolerate much talking, not when they were on display on the posts. When they were allowed on a short chain for feeding or they latrine they could talk a bit. He saw the looks he was getting from a number of other unicorns and felt uncomfortable. They saw what happened. Probably wondered why he was getting special treatment. Well. Rickie couldn't help ALL of them, right? It wasn't fair... but... would THEY complain if it was them? No... they would be grateful to be saved. So they had no right to look at him that way.

"There he is!"

Johny looked up to see a pair of dragons entering the pen. A big, muscular dragon the color of dirt led the way with a slightly smaller sparkling green scaled dragoness entering after.

The dragoness said, "Here we are, Sir Ralegh. They consolidated the pens last night, this one was in one of the emptied ones."

The brown dragon snorted, "Excuses. I don't look kindly to my potential property being MISPLACED, Amethyst. Lets see him! Now!"

Amethyst gave a derisive snort, "The dragon who misfiled the paperwork will be punished, I'll see to it personally." She looked over the unicorns until she spotted the misplaced slave. "There he is."

Johny shrank back as the dragoness came around and unlocked his wrist shackles. His attention was yanked away from the scary dragoness to the much scarier brown dragon, letting out a whiny of fear as he was grabbed. He gahhed as his mouth was pried open, his tongue trapped between two sharp talons. "Aaaaagggghaaa!"

Ralegh peered at the tongue, pulling it all the way out. "Good... good. Wide, soft, flexible. Should make a good ass licker."

Johny coughed as his tongue was released, his belly sinking like he had swallowed a lead ball. Ass licker? What? He erghed again as he was bent over backward by the dragoness, the big male grabbing his sheath and prying it open, finger pinching at his cockhead to pull it out. He cried in pain, "Owwwww!"

Ralegh snorted, "Tiny, I doubt it would get in the way even without caging it. Do it anyway. I don't like mere slaves presenting."

"Yes Sir," said the Amethyst as she took a small cage-like device and pressed it over Johny's sheath, using leather straps to bind it in place. Her teeth shone whitely as her lips pulled back in a grin.

Johny nggghed and bit back tears of humiliation and fear as the cold metal was affixed to his genitals, staring wide eyed down at the little cage that had been fitted to his sheath. Presenting? Did he mean a boner? He huffed as his eyes glanced up at the large breasts of the dragoness, her low cut top giving him quite a view. He squirmed as her fingers ran over his balls and sheath as she worked. All it took was thinking about getting a boner and he felt himself stirring. He hisses as fingers rubbed and stroked. Was that dragoness doing this on purpose? He leaned his head back as she moved closer, his nose nearly buried in her ample cleavage.

Try as he might he couldn't stop his arousal. The feel of the clearly feminine touch down below was too much for him. He felt his cockhead slip from his sheath and yelled, "Ow... owwww... ow ow owowowow!" There was something sharp at the top of the little cage! Was it on backward. "Ngggggh... get it of, it's not... ahhh... on right..." he said. The pressure continued to build, and his cock now had that constrained, pinched feeling when he got an erection wearing pants and tried to stand up. It felt like his cock was being pushed on, and hard.

The male dragon snorted, "It's supposed to hurt, boy. You won't need to wear it for long. I'll have your sheath permanently sealed soon enough. NO need for troublesome cages. Lets see the rest of him!"

Johny's mouth dropped open. Sealed? Permanently? "Whaaaa..." he said as he was rudely shoved forward, his tail grabbed, thighs spread. He whined, exposed and vulnerable, feeling fingers poking and prodding.

The dragon mmmmed as he examined the colt's ass, the tail held out of the way by the firm grip of the dragoness. "Nice and tight. Excellent. It will be nice to be able to fuck him as hard and long as I want without worrying about being careful. It's so EASY to break these little furries, and I'd rather pay a premium to get one that will heal, instead of having to buy a replacement after I wreck his ass. Bring him!"

Johny stumbled as he was dragged. "Wait... I'm not supposed to OOOOOFFFFFRHHHH!" He gasped as his stomach seemed to get shoved up into his chest, not even knowing which dragon had hit him. Tears flowed from his eyes as he wheezed, "Rickie... why... where are you... you promised!" He slumped as he was dragged off by the terrible male dragon, looking around with desperate eyes. He coughed and whimpered at the dull pain in his belly and the slow agony building between his legs. Eyes glaring back at the pen, anger slowly replaced his fear. "You promised you would help me... you bastard... nnnnghrh!" He took one last look, searching for that red-gold haired mare. He only saw one last glimpse of her before he was yanked further along. He straightened up a bit, regretting it instantly as it crushed his stiff, confined member against the cage. "Ahhhhooowwwwww!"

...

Rickie made a face as he went though the stack a second, and third time. "Why is there a slave missing?" he said aloud. He had spent most of the morning doing his real work. He wasn't stupid. Before he helped his friend he HAD to do everything that was required of him. His Mistress might give him carrots and allow him some freedom to toy with other slaves, but if he ever even LOOKED like he was slacking off on real work he got shown the stick REAL fast.

"Who is missing?" said a feline assistant at another desk, turning her eyes in the runt's direction and giving him a wary look.

Rickie snorted in annoyance. "A slave named Johny. He was brought here last night in the consolidation."

"Oh, yes, you wouldn't have. He is filed in outgoing," she said, relaxing. "He isn't missing."

"Outgoing!" Rickie got out of his chair and strode over to look.

"He was sold last night, he should have been taken to a holding cell then but was sent here with the others," she said.

Rickie looked over the transfer form with a sinking feeling in his stomach. If his friend was sold, there was nothing he could do for him! Maybe it was a nice dragoness who just wanted a pet to pamper? He flipped through the folder and looked over the initial special order request. He groaned as he read the requirements, eyes going wide. "Oh no!"

Rickie replaced the folder and stomped a hoof. There had to be something he could do! Find a replacement! Yes. There had to be someone else suitable in the pens. Maybe one of the new arrivals! He spun around, ready to rush out the door but met the hard hand of a dragon instead. Rickie yelped as the paw smacked him hard, sending him spinning back around and dropping him to his knees. Errrrrgh!

"Is there a PROBLEM, slave?" asked the dragon towering over the crumpled form.

Rickie didn't dare look up. He didn't know if it was a guard, one of his Mistresses subordinates, an equal, or even her superior. It didn't matter. It was a dragon, and he had no choice but to shake off the stunning blow and press his tongue to dragon toes. "Mrmph... no Sir... no problem at all."

"What was all the shouting about, boy?"

Rickie almost made up an excuse to give the annoyed dragon, only stopping himself when he remembered how dragons disliked lies, and how easily they could see through them. "I... ummm... I overreacted. I... I forgot my place," he said between licks and nuzzles. His tongue licked at a toe, and then against the floor as the foot pulled back and gave him a light tap on the nose. A light tap from a dragon was a considerable blow to a small furry and Rickie yelped once more, tasting blood as he reeled back to thud onto his rump. He held his nose and gasped, panting.

"See that it doesn't happen again" said the dragon, ignoring Rickie and walking further into the offices, dismissing the insignificant slave.

Humbled, Rickie made his way back to his desk, finding a rag to hold against his bruised nose. The bleeding stopped quickly, his horn thrumming a familiar sensation as it began to do it's work at healing his injury. The pain spiked as the accelerated healing kicked in, then subsided to a dull throbbing and itching. He ignored it, dropping the rag and putting his head in his hands. Poor Johny! He wanted to help, but... he just couldn't. If he left his desk NOW, or did ANYTHING but what he was supposed to... who knows what might happen. His eyes went wide. Maybe they would even send HIM in Jonhy's place! Taken from his mistress, sent to serve that awful dragon. To do all those things listed in the requirements and needs. No, no... he couldn't do that. Better Johny than him. It was sad, but true. He did his best. It wasn't his fault!

He hoped Johny would forgive him. If he even ever saw him again. It wasn't likely. The dragon capital was far away, and huge. Most of these unicorns would never see each other again. Split up, sold to the highest bidder. He relaxed a bit, maybe it was for the best. At least he showed him a good time... gave him a little bit of hope and pleasure. The scrawny unicorn took a deep breath and put it out of his mind. If he worked at it, there might just be time to triple check all his work for the day.