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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 63 - Abuse

_ 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_.

Elyon flicked her tail as she lay on the large bed, propped up on her elbows with a book lying open on the bed in front of her. One hoof twirled idly in the air as she looked in fascination at the pictures. She couldn't read the ancient text, she only knew the common furry language and recently, magical runes. But she was fascinated with the pictures in this one. It was her favorite book, an old and rare tome from before the fall of the Great Empire. It of course was a copy. Actual books from that age were exceedingly rare. When the magic granted by the leviathans was taken away it had caused most of the devices and artifacts to crumble, it not outright explode. Books suffered the worst. With the powerful magics available they could be written and copied with ease. It was even said they could paint themselves, taking pictures of places and people and creatures with a simple command. By the fall of the empire, almost everything was stored in such tomes and the knowledge lost was incalculable. The book she was reading had been copied repeatedly over the ages. Most likely from the library of a wealthy family where having actual hand-made books was considered a status symbol. However it survived, she was glad. The pages were filled with hand-drawn and colored illustrations of creatures from all over the world, some of which no longer existed, and others that lived on other continents which were impossible to ever see again.

She stared at a strange bird-like creature with rainbow feathers and smiled. She wondered what it would be like to have such a thing for a pet. She wished she could see all of them, even the larger and scary looking ones. Animals never frightened her. They were always docile and friendly to her. Staring into the book she didn't hear the dragon enter the room until he was right next to her. She said, "Good afternoon, Mast-eeeeeeeee-er!"

Talos chuckled softly, saying hello to his unicorn slave by sliding a finger between her legs, the tip moving expertly to her clit and rubbing JUST right.

Elyon shuddered and moaned at the touch, her face turning bright red, blushing furiously as she was toyed with. Her tail hiked automatically now, having been well trained to do that instead of pressing down between her legs like she wanted to do. She fought the urge and kept her tail properly positioned. She didn't want, or like sex and wished for that finger to go away. Her body however had different ideas about that finger and responded quickly and encouragingly. The cream colored unicorn mare let out a soft whinny of frustration at her body's reactions, and sensations. Before becoming a dragon's slave she had never had sex, not even masturbation. It just wasn't something she was interested in. Her Master gave her no choice however, and insisted she get used to being touched, even in private places like between her legs.

Talos climbed onto the bed, laying down alongside the unicorn, a hand supporting her torso as it cupped a breast. He rolled her into him so his other hand could continue its work between her thighs. He murrrred loudly in a deep dragon tone as he began to explore and fondle his slave. He gave a small hiss of pleasure at her reactions. She wasn't trying to squirm away or push his hand off like she had done before. She was learning and taking to her training well. The constant touching and fondling and groping was getting her used to the idea of being handled. It was very important that she be properly trained before any of his superiors came to inspect her and measure her progress. They would not take kindly to seeing a slave misbehave, not one with unknown magical potential. The training of a slave was always enjoyable. Enforcing one's will upon another was what dragons lived for. Running his hands all over an extremely hot unicorn mare... that was a bonus. An extremely large and enjoyable bonus.

Elyon grunted as dragon hands moved over her short equine fur. She squirmed, just a little, as the dragon snuggled up to her, feeling her rump pressing against the dragon's belly. She did her best not to flinch when she felt his erection against the back of her legs. As long as it stayed down there she was happy. She had been amazed when she had first seen it, then terrified when she realized where he wanted to put it! She had been sure it was impossible... it was so huge... and scary looking! But he made her wear that infernal expanding dildo and eventually stretched her enough so that she could take him. Most of him. She groaned as a tongue curled around a nipple, making her shiver all over at the touch. It felt so strange... like being tickled but different. Tickling was torture. This... it was like torture that felt GOOD. She whinnied as her breast was squeezed too tightly for comfort. Well, some of it felt good.

Talos mrrmed at the taste of unicorn nipple. The scent and taste of her aroused more than a sexual hunger. He was a predator, and she was prey... He longed to nibble at the side of her neck or take a bite... but he was used to those desires and easily pushed them aside. A dragon that couldn't resist biting prey would not survive long. He had learned to control those instincts as a hatchling and while Elyon was far more tempting than most furries, she was in no danger of being eaten. He smirked. Not eaten in THAT way at least.

Elyon closed her eyes and panted at the touches and fondles. Fingers rubbed and teased and stroked her hot, and now very wet pussy. One slid in a bit to explore, then withdrew to stroke her all over with her own wetness. Her breasts were warm from the attention they were getting, nipples hard and sensitive. She nnnnnghed as her clit was tweaked, letting out a whimper at the unpleasant sensation. Why did such an uncomfortable pinch-like touch turn so quickly into PLEASURE? She disliked how her body forced these unwanted sensations into her mind, making her feel dull and dim witted... making it hard to think with the good, good feelings. So very good... she shuddered once more and let out a long moan. If she had been able to think she would have expected the tailtip that slid up behind her. Instead she gave a jerk as what felt like an electric current suddenly sparked up from her bottom, running along her spine. She let out a loud whinny as her tailhole was teased by her Master. She blushed even harder. Being reduced to a moaning wreck by having her sex touched was one thing, but she was mortified at the feelings that ran through her at this new sensation. Her thoughts seemed to slide out from under her and it was finally all too much for her as she ahhhhhhhed and screamed out in release, her body orgasming hard.

Talos mrrrred and nibbled at the side of the unicorn's neck as she came. He loved watching the sweet, innocent thing writhing in orgasmic pleasure. He sighed happily as he watched her body respond to his commands... driven to obey his touches. Dominated by his fingers, tongue and tail.

Elyon jerked and twitched as her long orgasm slowly subsided. The mindless, mind blowing pleasure slowly receding, she let out a gasping moan, feeling the embarrassment returning. Her whole body tingled and she twitched and moaned when the dragon began touching her again.

Talos murrred, "Such a good girl. You did very well. Let us see if you can do that again..."

Elyon whined at the dragons words. The first was always easy... but the second took longer for some reason, with more time to think about what was being done with, and to, her. She knew he would have to get more physical with her to get her to have another, and worse... deeper. He was going to use toys too, she knew. It was bad enough being touched, but being touched with things designed for such dirty things? She shivered at the thought of some of them... and refused to admit that at least some of that shivering was anticipation.

Talos wasn't fooled, a toothy grin spreading across his face as he felt and saw the unicorn reacting to him. He murmured to her, "Today I won't stop until you cum three times. This time, try and control your magic."

Elyon let out an eeep. Three? Could she even do that? While trying to focus and control her magic at the same time? She knew by now that sex often resulted in a loss of control for magic users, and it was especially distracting for her. For some it could be simply annoying, making objects fall off shelves or other minor magics. But for her, with her as of yet unknown mental abilities, it was crucial for her to keep them under control. For her to make use of her abilities, she needed to be able to refrain from lashing out at dragons that frighten or thraten her.

The purple dragon seductively said, "Make it to three and I have a BIG bowl of strawberries for you, my slave."

Elyon's eyes went wide. Strawberries... just the thought of them made her mouth water. It would almost be worth it for a big bowl of them... she usually only got them one or two at a time as treats. Her thoughts were rudely driven from her mind by fingers and a naughty tailtip, her eyes rolling up as she let out a loud gasp of mixed surprise and pleasure, magic leaking out with other, more physical fluids despite her efforts. It took a while, but she did eventually get her strawberries.

...

Elyon had spent the rest of the morning training her other skills, the taste of strawberry in her mouth. Her Master could somehow 'see' magic. All dragons could to some degree, but his having magic abilities seemed to have enhanced it, as did his constant practice. They had gone out onto the balcony again. She did NOT like that, but was no longer terrified. As long as she sat down and didn't get TOO close to the edge she could handle her fear of heights. Before coming here she had lived in forests and plains. Never saw a mountain. Didn't even climb trees. Hooves were not helpful for such things and she preferred to be solidly grounded. No such luck here. The drop from the ledge was... well she had no idea how to even measure it. A thousand unicorns standing on top of each other maybe? She shuddered and set her thoughts back to her training.

"You're losing concentration, slave," said Master Talos, a dragon hand moving to the unicorns chin to lift it and look into her eyes. Her eyes had developed a purple tint to them, a coloration that sometimes happened when a mage developed their powers. For it to happen so soon and suddenly with Elyon meant she had great potential. Talos was not surprised. He had seen her potential from the moment he had met her.

"Sorry, Master," said Elyon and returned to her training. She opened her mind, feeling the life all around her. Her magical bondage 'tagged' any energies she extended outward, allowing rooms such as his lair to be marked with runes that would block them. Inside his lair she was effectively blind. But on the balcony these magical restraints had been turned off for her training. She could sense and feel life all around her. She concentrated... it was all a fuzzy blur as she extended her sense further away. But closer by she could pick out pockets of life... dragon's lairs in tunnels through the rock. She could make out the nearby lairs, finding groups of dragons and furries, her Master's lair standing out like a dark spot due to the runes protecting it. Only in viewing the close lairs could she almost get a sense of individuals. It was this ability, she now knew, that had allowed her to find animals and interesting places on her long walks in the forest, leading her right to them.

Now she watched the skies, catching glimpses of drakes as they circled the far edge of the massive crater the dragons had made their home. She closed her eyes, focusing... there! She opened them, spotting a bird flapping across the sky. It must live in the trees along the top and backside of the crater, she thought. Now she 'wanted' it to come closer. This was something she was familiar with. The reason animals had always been docile and friendly was because she had been subconsciously influencing them with her magic. Now she used that power deliberately. She didn't simply want the bird to come closer... she made the BIRD want to come closer, and it did!

Talos watched silently, not moving, as the bird landed on the railing, the tiny thing cocking its head this way and that. It hopped steadily closer, and then jumped, fluttering a few feet to land on Elyon's outstretched hand. "Very good," he said softly.

Elyon smiled brightly, looking at the bird up close. It was a little thing, just a brown songbird, but it was the first animal she had seen up close since her capture, and she was happy for the company. She had never seen one with these markings before and was excited to see what else these strange lands might offer. She may have been a slave now, but that was no reason to stop looking for the bright side, or taking enjoyment and pleasure when she could. Animals were still fascinating, and wearing a collar didn't make a strawberry taste sour. Not if one didn't let it. Now she slowly stood, turning around to face a fancy golden birdcage. Radiating calm and peaceful thoughts she put her hand inside, letting the bird hop onto a perch before withdrawing it and closing the door. The bird chirped at her, moving right away to a bowl of seeds, the lure of food overpowering any other thoughts in its little mind.

Talos nodded and smiled, "That was very well done, Elyon. You got its attention and curiosity, then calmed it. I am very pleased."

Elyon blushed a little, "Thank you master... but it's nothing I haven't done before."

"Nonsense. You never did it deliberately before. Never TRIED to make it happen. Some mages never learn to control their abilities. Only unleashing them with the help of strong emotion or unconscious desires. Learning to dominate your own powers is a very important step."

Elyon nodded, watching the bird drink from a dish, radiating calm at it again. She knew from experience that animals, once tamed by her, tended to stay that way for some time. Master Talos said she needed to find a pet to experiment on. She had been afraid at first, not knowing what he meant by experiment, but was relived to find out he just meant teaching it tricks and domesticating it.

"Now... let's see if you can teach it to do tricks."

...

Elyon sighed, frustrated. Getting the bird here and calming it had been easy. She had been doing that all her life, so was very practiced, even if she never knew she had been doing it. Attracting animals was simple... she just pointed out things near her that they would be interested in, and their own interest pulled them to her. Calm was simple as well, she didn't want to hurt them, so she simply let them know that. It was easy because it was the truth.

Making it do tricks, that was harder. She had spent most of the afternoon and most of the evening staring at the bird, trying to feel its mind. She knew it was there. Could see it with her eye, and her mind's eye. But when she tried to MAKE it do something, it was like the idea just slipped through her fingers. She knew she COULD do it. She did it unconsciously all the time, driving other unicorns away, making them leave her alone. But Talos had said being able to DO a thing was not the same as CONTROLLING it. She could do it all right, but the control, that was harder.

It was worse because he had drilled into her that forcing another to bend to her will was going to harm her. Magic always had a cost, and for her, forcing another mind to do something it didn't want to had a, what did he call it, a backlash that would hurt her too. She had to find a way to guide it, not force it. What would make a bird WANT to stand on one leg or hop in a circle or tweet out a tune it never heard before? It was not easy and she was having no luck.

Talos leaned over the cage, peering at the bird. He was about to make a suggestion when a chime sounded from his den. Talos stood up straighter as he heard the noise and hmmmmmed. He said, "I seem to have a visitor. Come, it's a good time to take a break anyway." He glanced at the bed where most of Elyon's bondage still lay. He had removed it for her sexual training and had not yet ordered her to replace it. He shrugged, her collar and horn cage were still on, and would likely never be removed. Slave collars were never removed, unless they were being replaced. He made his way through the bedroom and back out into his den, approaching the door. He waited for Elyon to take her position behind and to the side of him, kneeling down in a submissive posture. He smiled, greatly pleased and opened the door. His pleasure evaporated when he saw who it was.

Hahnel stood in the doorway, her pale blue form covered in ornate armor. She grinned toothily, showing red eyes and held out her hand. "How nice to see you, and your little bitch again, Talos."

Elyon let out a small whimper under her breath, recognizing the dragoness from an earlier visit. Then, she had a poor slave with her. She had sewn his lips together as punishment from speaking out of turn. She quickly stared at the floor, afraid of meeting her gaze. The dragoness scared her.

Talos nodded and pulled a ring off a small peg next to the door and handed it to the dragoness.

Hahnel took it, sliding it onto her hand. It would protect her from any of Elyon's magic, linked with her collar and making her invisible to the unicorn mage. Once protected she stepped in, brushing past the purple dragon to look down at the small unicorn. She saw the little thing tremble and smiled. "I can see your slave knows her place. It would be good, if she wasn't the ONLY one here that did." She shoved the door behind her shut with her tail, making it clear she intended to stay.

Talos frowned. To a dragon, being told you did not know, or would not stay in ones place was an insult. It meant you either did not know, or were unwilling to serve as fate had intended. Stupid or insolent or both. He said, "What brings you here today, Commander?"

"I just had an interesting meeting with some council members. They were... concerned about confusion on the chain of command of your little slave. You had expressed concern about my, how was it put, meddling?"

Talos straightened and stared at the dragoness. She was very highly ranked in the military. A near tactical genius, but with little ability in dealing with others. Blunt, rude and overpowering may be good in battle but was not so useful when trying to make allies or deal with enemies. "I wanted to make sure that my PLACE as her Master and trainer was well understood. She is mine. My slave. My property. My apprentice. Mine to train."

Hahnel nodded, "Yes yes. You own her, quite right. But I too am concerned with her lack of progress. You still have her only beginning to explore her powers. Sensing animals. Learning to meditate. She could be a powerful weapon and yet you delay and drag your feet with her training."

"I would not tell you how to arrange an army, and expect you not to tell me how to train one in magic. There are dangers and one must take care..."

Hahnel snorted and interrupted Talos with a hand on his muzzle, closing it in her firm grip. "Enough. I have had a LONG day and am in no mood to argue. I did not truly come to argue over such matters. I will resolve them at the council level." She let her fingers slide off Talos's nose and walked past him, swishing her tail as she casually walked through his den, then turned and sauntered into his bedroom.

Talos huffed as he watched the dragoness enter his bedroom uninvited. If she had been of a lower rank than him, or even equal, he would have pushed her back out into the hallway and slammed the door in her face. But unfortunately she was simply too high above him to insult in such a manner. He would just have to wait her out, listen to whatever she had to say and endure her unpleasant company. It was all the more annoying that as much as he disliked her, he FELT her status above him. A deep yet subtle desire to submit to her wishes, to put aside his needs to serve hers. It was not an unpleasant feeling, normally. It was the natural way of things. But when a dragon of high status was sticking her nose into places she had no right too, it made for an unpleasant mix of emotions. Elyon was HIS. He was of no little status himself. She may be above him, but not high enough to be able to tell him how to train her. Especially with HER superiors being the ones that put him in charge.

Elyon blinked as the two dragons headed to the bedroom. Reluctantly she followed. Master, or his guest might want a drink or something fetched and there would be trouble if she was not there to do it. She knew dragons well enough by now to know that much. She made her way into the bedroom and found an out of the way spot to kneel, looking around for something to focus on so she wouldn't be tempted to watch, and catch the eye of that scary dragoness. She saw the cage and smiled a bit, her bird sitting peacefully, sated and full of food.

"So many books. Hardly a weapon to be seen. Hardly a proper lair for a dragon," said Hahnel.

"I'm a mage, not a warrior. You wouldn't expect a baker or tailor to have a lair full of swords and armor either, would you?"

"A baker or tailor is hardly a PROPER place for a dragon! That's slaves' work. Useless things no TRUE dragon would lower themselves to deal with."

Talos snorted. "And here I thought you said you didn't come to argue."

Hahnel abandoned her examination of the room, turning to face Talos, "That's right. I came here to relax and enjoy myself. I require a diversion."

Talos let out another snort, turning his back on her and indicating the door, "I would RESPECTFULLY suggest going elsewhere for that. I would not be good company, we simply have too little in common to have a friendly conversation." He wanted to say she was an ignorant brute who was good at nothing but bashing skills and ordering others to do so. That he was a mage, concerned with matters of the mind and knowledge and that everyone knew that mages and warrior types simply didn't get along. Talos felt the dragoness behind him, a wave of distaste and unease flowing through him, not liking a dragon he was arguing with being so close behind him. He started to turn, but an arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him back, off balance to lean against the dragoness, her breasts pressing into his back. He growled at the touch, and then gasped as her other hand slid into the opening of his robes and closed around his balls.

Elyon couldn't help but notice when the dragoness suddenly grabbed her Master! She waited for him to push her away, maybe even hit her. But he just let out a weird moan and slumped back against her. Her eyes went wide, then met the red slits of the dragoness and quickly looked down at her knees, shivering.

Talos groaned. A male dragon's balls were a powerful symbol. Having them licked and worshiped by a slave or subordinate brought out strong, overwhelming feelings of dominance and control. The hand now holding his was anything but the submissive touch of a tongue or gentle, reverent touching. She wasn't HURTING him, but he could sense the strength of her around him, trapping his testicles in a cage of pale blue fingers, the taloned tips rolling and manipulating his sensitive organs. Teeth at his neck made his eyes half lid, the grip and bite making him feel intensely vulnerable.

The dragoness pulled Talos back, away from the doorway and to the bed. "You will make a wonderful diversion," she said, and in a smooth motion slid from behind him, pushing him back to fall heavily on the bed, guiding his movements to make the big dragon land sprawling on his back, still holding him in one hand as she followed him onto the large bed.

Erf! Talos lashed with his tail, glaring up at the dragoness. He knew why she had come now, and as much as he disliked her, custom said he could not refuse her. Even if he disregarded custom, his instincts would not let him say no. Perhaps if she had simply demanded his submission he could have, but not when she was atop of him, hand between his legs, muzzle moving down to his neck to nip and bite.

Elyon watched out of the corner of her eye in disbelief. What was Talos doing? She KNEW he didn't like that bitch. He told her many times since her first visit. Why would he let her do this? She flushed as she watched the purple dragon respond, kissing the dragoness back. Elyon squirmed in discomfort, unpleasant emotions flaring in her mind, too inexperienced in such things to recognize the unfamiliar state... jealousy.

Hahnel let go of the dragon's privates to grab the seams of his robe and pull it open wide, exposing him to her gaze. She ran her hands all over the purple dragon's naked and prone body. She mrrrred... he was such a fine, handsome dragon, fingers tracing the muscles of his chest and belly. She had wanted an excuse to take him. Not that she NEEDED any, but it was nice to have more of a reason than just pure lust. She would put him in his place, stop his insolent refusal to train that furry bitch the way she needed to be trained. She unbuckled her crotch plate, a curved metal bikini-like piece of decorated armor. It was of no use in battle. Her entire outfit was ornamental. Nothing like the REAL armor she wore in battle. THAT could not be removed so easily, needing the help of servants to unlock and remove. She shivered as cool air hit her hot, wet sex, straddling the male.

Talos felt hands take his head, tilting it forward, directing his gaze to the crotch of the dragoness on top of him. He licked his lips instinctively, staring at the luscious mound, the tender nethers. He watched as she lowered her hips and began to grind her crotch against his, and felt himself begin to erect, his shaft sliding from his slit and swelling, thickening. He didn't resist as his arms were pulled over his head, pinned as his cock was massaged and stroked by wet, hot dragoness pussy.

The dragoness rrrrred, glancing down at the cock between her legs. She had seen bigger, but it was well shaped and pleasing to the eye. The deep red contrasted nicely with the purple hide. "Such a horny boy. That was too easy... have you even fucked your little slut yet?"

Talos grunted and nodded, "Of course I have." He pushed a bit with his hips. Not rough or hard of course, she was too... delicate for that. Hanhel was right in one way, he WAS a little horny for some rougher action, a fuck where he didn't have to hold back. But not with HER!

"Hrmph. If you REALLY fucked her good, she would be walking bow-legged. I bet you didn't even use your spines," said the dragoness. Something shiny caught her eye, and she grinned. Perfect. She stretched her arms to the side, forcing Talos to do the same, putting his wrists within reach of the metal cuffs attached with short chains to all four corners of the bed.

Talos didn't resist as his wrists were shackled, hearing, but not really registering the clicks as they tightened around his flesh. Soft leather padding on the inside kept the cold metal from being too uncomfortable, and he only squirmed more as she twisted around, stretching to do the same to his ankles. Her sex lifted off his shaft as she fastened the last one, and he suddenly glanced left and right, tugging on the chains. He let out a hiss of displeasure, then a moan as the dragoness leaned forward, angling her hips to take him. He arched his back, thrusting up as she sat, feeling her tight flesh sink down over him. Claws raked at his chest as she began to move hard and fast, slamming up and down on top of him.

"Unf... yesss... thats a good boy..." she said as she fucked him hard, enjoying the sight of the stubborn mage under her, useless in a fight, but VERY useful inside her. Hard and strong, unlike those useless furries. If she did this to them, she tended to break their pathetic cocks. She huffed and moaned in pleasure. This was what she needed all right! Furries were too weak, and males in her own command were too... resistant. She liked being in control, ESPECIALLY for sex. She got no pleasure from sex if she was not in charge. She didn't want to fight them, she wanted to FUCK them. She had no interest at all fucking males at her level, or worse, higher. She hated feeling ANY weakness when she fucked. If she HAD to she still submitted of course, it was expected. But THIS was what she wanted. She slammed down even harder, rougher... ignoring her own pain as she pounded her dominance into the dragon beneath her.

Talos grunted as well at the rough treatment. He snarled at the dragoness, angry at the bondage. His anger was enough to counteract some, if not all of the instinct to submit and comply. He did nothing to stop her, not that he really could. But he gave her no pleasure in return, keeping his ass firmly pressed to the bed, no longer thrusting back at her. She didn't seem to mind, nor care... only moved harder. He hissed as her claws left light scratches in his chest and belly, while teeth marked his neck. His cock throbbed and tingled, his toes curling. His mind may not have wanted this, but his body certainly had other opinions!

Hahnel let out a loud screeching scream as she came, days of frustration finally released. She huffed and groaned and stared at the male under her as her pussy clenched his cock, her ass shoved down firmly against his thighs. Strong, handsome... and helpless under her. Everything she wanted, and needed. Visions of him on his knees before her flashed through her mind... she would break him, and his pathetic little mare. She got what she needed... but there was no need to let HIM off so easily.

Talos gasped as the dragoness pulled off him. He shivered as his cock slid from the tight sex, throbbing, ready. He shook his head in frustration and annoyance. He didn't want to cum, not in HER. But his body had other needs and told him in no uncertain terms what IT wanted. His cock twitched and he gritted his teeth in frustration. Slowly he forced his desire down, panting, glaring up at the dragoness.

Hahnel let out a chuckle, "Poor thing wants to cum, does he? Maybe if you're good, I'll stroke you off."

Talos grunted, shivering and fighting the urge to nod his head. Instead he turned his head, not looking at her.

Hahnel hrmpfed. "Stupid mage. You're all the same, weak, useless. Pathetic. No place for you."

Talos glared up at the dragoness, eyes narrowing at the insults. "It would be a mistake to disregard what we can do... what I can do..." he said.

"You can't do SHIT, mage. You are all too afraid to use your power. Oh... it hurts to use it! It's bad to lose control! Excuses, all of them! You won't do anything to me. You can't."

Talos glowered up at her, "You should be GRATEFUL I have the control I do. Otherwise I'd have burned that smirk off your muzzle."

Hahnel said, "You mages talk a good game, but you never DO anything!" She smacked him in the muzzle, making the dragon yelp in pain. "That is the power I have! What good is yours if you never USE it?"

Talos hissed at the slap, wanting to show her what he could do. True, using them on a living creature HURT him. Hurt him in ways no non-magic user could understand. All magic came at a price. Destructive magic especially. He would hurt her worse, far worse than he hurt himself... and that was also the problem. He could cause her pain of course, use his fire on her. But dragons could deal with pain. That wouldn't stop her from punishing and beating him senseless. She could do THAT without killing him. It was easy to overpower and restrain another with physical force. But his powers were only good for threats, or death. The only way he could stop a dragon, truly stop them would be to seriously maim them. If warning fire didn't work, the only alternative was to damage their body so they could no longer fight. Cooking muscles. Burning joints. All injuries that would require long recovery times at best, and permanently cripple a dragon at worse, if they even survived. He was good, very good... but unlike a nerve pinch or grip, once HE pulled back his power, the damage would have been done.

Hahnel snorted in satisfaction, knowing the mage had the ability to hurt her, but knowing he would never use it. Like all mages. There was so much they could DO in the war, but refused to save their own hides. It frustrated her to have so much power that just... sat there. Refused to fight when called. So many times in battle she could have used one such as him, burning bugs at a distance. Setting fire to hives. Who cared if it hurt them, or even killed them? The war killed a LOT of dragons. Why should they be any different? She poked Talos in the belly with a talon as she made a decision, he should be suitably cowed be now. "I'm going to help train your mare... you are going to stop complaining and let me do so." She lowered back down, teasing the tip of his cock with her sex.

Talos hissed as his sensitive tip was caressed, struggling not to thrust up at her. It was a struggle not to say yes to her demand, she WAS his superior. But others, higher than even her had put Him in charge. He firmed his resolve and glared, "No."

Hahnel made a frustrated sound and slapped him again, lifting off his cock. "Stubborn fool!" She threw herself off the dragon and stalked around the room in a rage. She had fucked him, dominated him. He was UNDER her. He should have obeyed!

"I think we are done here... let me out... now."

Hahnel growled, now seeing what she needed, and needed to do. She pulled a three leather belts from the dragon's wardrobe and advanced on the purple mage.

Talos shrunk back a bit, seeing her holding the belts and suddenly feeling VERY vulnerable. He had VERY good control of his powers, but if she started hitting him... if she hurt him enough, he would strike out, no matter what the cost.

Hahnel let out a terrible laugh, letting the end of one belt hang between his legs, then drew it up along his balls and cock. "As much fun as it would be, I'm not going to torture you, stupid mage."

Talos blinked, then hurffed as she again straddled him, sitting on his chest. He let out a DEEP growl as she took one belt and wrapped it around his muzzle, pulling it tight and buckling it securely. "Mrrrrmph!" He worked his jaw, but she had placed it in in just the right spot, in the middle of his muzzle, behind his nostrils where the shape of his face made a natural inward curve, keeping the tight belt from being able to slide off. He growled, teeth pressed hard against each other.

Hahnel grabbed a pillow, sliding the pillowcase off of it and without hesitation, shoving it over Talos's head, covering it all the way to his neck. She took the second belt, using it as a makeshift collar to secure the pillowcase around his neck, holding the mage. The third belt went around his head, over his eyes, pressing the thick fabric against his eyes. "I know ALL about your abilities, mage. You need to SEE to use them. You need to know where something is to set it on fire or incinerate it."

Talos tossed his head this way and that, trying to dislodge the pillowcase, but it was no use. The dragoness wasn't COMPLETELY correct. He could use his powers quite well without seeing his target. It was how he could burn things from the inside if he wanted. But he did need to know WHERE his target was. He could make an insect's brain explode because he could see their head. But in the dark, if he didn't know WHERE it was... he had no idea where to direct his power. He felt her slide off of him, could hear her moving... but even if he wanted to kill her, he would have a hard time hitting just her, and not setting the entire room on fire. Or... Elyon!

Elyon stared up at the approaching dragoness, shrinking back. "M... Master?" she asked in a soft whisper, looking up at the bed where he struggled and made muffled noises.

"He can't help you now... but do not worry... I will be helping you instead," said Hahnel.

Elyon didn't like the sound of that, shrinking back further from the armored dragoness.

"I'll make you useful. Your Master can just buy another unicorn. There are plenty now, after all the raids."

Elyon scrunched up her face in confusion, "Others? Raids?"

The dragoness snorted, "Don't you know anything? We sent troops to attack and enslave entire unicorn settlements. Your master should have an easy time finding a replacement for you."

Elyon felt sick. Unicorns had always stayed far from the dragon borders. Not in the big cities on the west coast, but far enough away they SHOULD have been safe. Was her village hit too? She imagined other unicorns as slaves, maybe some with owners like her! She shuddered, horrified and angry. What gave them the right to do that? Why hadn't the furry army come to their rescue? Where was the government? She was lost in thought and didn't see the hand coming at her until she was grabbed by the neck, lifted up to her hooves, and off of them!

Hahnel held the unicorn by her throat, her hand right under her chin, above the golden collar she wore. "I know you have power, slave. Talos' reports make it clear you have GREAT potential. And I have JUST the task for you."

Elyon coughed and choked, hooves kicking in the air.

Hahnel said, "There is a hive, too deeply dug in to be taken without severe losses. It is a thorn in our side. You are going to kill it. You will develop your powers until they are strong enough, and unleash them on the hive. Is that understood?" She snarled as the mare only made chocking sounds, then let her drop. "Answer me, slave!"

Elyon whined, quivering and said, "I... uu... I don't know how." Talos had told her that using her powers like that was dangerous. Could kill her. Said he had other plans for her, more subtle ways she could be of use. She WANTED to help, but didn't want to go on a suicide mission! She leaned to one side, trying to get a view of the bed again. "Master...?"

Hahnel snorted and cuffed the unicorn on the side of her face, claws drawing blood, "Pay attention to ME, bitch!"

Talos heard Elyon scream in pain and fear and he roared into a closed mouth, yanking on the chains, pulling hard, but the metal wouldn't give. He regretted not setting fire to that fucking bitch when he had the chance. Now he was helpless. The belt was pressing the fabric tight against his eyes, maybe he could burn holes in it, but even with his control he knew he would only blind himself, even if he managed somehow not to set the pillowcase on fire. He imagined his head wrapped in flames and shuddered. Then snarled and yelled out as he heard another smack, and another cry.

Elyon whined and whimpered as she was handled roughly, and easily by the large and powerful dragoness. She cringed at every swat, smack and growl from the dragoness. Every time she tried to cover up or curl into a ball the dragoness just pulled her upright again. She gasped as her muzzle and head was grabbed, claws pressing dangerously against her face. She shuddered, eyes wide in fear, gazing back up at the hard eyes of the dragoness.

Hahnel looked at the weak, pitiful look the mare was giving her, and shoved Elyon away from her, slamming the little mare into the wall hard enough to badly bruise her shoulder. "It's time you learned some USEFUL skills, cunt."

Elyon trembled, leaning against the wall and holding her shoulder. She sniffed, holding her face in a hand and cried out as she saw the dragoness grab the birdcage. "Nooo..." she whispered.

Hahnel held the cage in one hand, shoving it out at the unicorn. "Kill it!"

Elyon gasped, and despite her fear, shook her head.

Hahnel growled, lowering the cage and dropping it to the floor, ignoring the terrified bird inside. She had her sights on another terrified creature. "I know you can do it, slut... use your mind... snuff out its life. Like a warrior."

Elyon looked at the bird, sending calming thoughts at it instinctively. Kill it? No... she couldn't! She yelled as she was hit again, and again. "Ow... ow... please..."

"You feel SORRY for that little thing? Then do it fast, quick. Painlessly," she said. Hahnel leaned down and licked her lips, "Or after I finish beating you, I'll EAT it... alive. Such a tiny thing... it will go down whole... die a slow, suffocating death in my belly."

"N...n...noo... please..." said Elyon, unable to bear the thought of the little bird suffering such a terrible fate. It was her fault it was in that cage, she had called to it... made it come.

Hahnel raised a taloned hand. "Do it!"

Elyon looked at the bird, trembling... she couldn't let the dragoness hurt her bird. No matter what! She narrowed her eyes and reached out to it...

Talos surged in his bonds, thrashing as he heard the struggles. He needed to get OUT of this damn bed. He needed to see! Needed to get this case off him, but his hands were pulled tight, cuffed securely. He twisted his hands, grasping the chains, could he melt them? He could... but metal conducts heat well. Too well. Heating the chain hot enough to melt it would heat the cuffs as well, burning him badly. Perhaps badly enough to be able to control his power. The bed frame was metal too, and solid. He snarled... he had to do SOMETHING, and fast.

Hahnel watched the mare concentrate, then fixed her eyes on the cage. The bird sat on it's perch calmly. Simply preening. Then stopped, freezing, looking right at the little unicorn. It took a few steps in her direction, then faltered, half hopping onto the floor of the cage, giving a strange chirp and falling onto its side, motionless. "Yes... YES! See how EASY that was? You don't need to be coddled, you simply need a firm hand. The council will be VERY pleased... they will use you WELL."

Elyon nodded, focused on the cage, intent... eyes wide as the purple shade visibly deepened...

Hahnel stroked the unicorn's nose, "Even your Master can't deny I was right anymore." She blinked as she heard a soft, rustling clicking noise. She turned her head to see the bird using its beak to finish unlatching the door of the cage, then bursting out and making for the window. She snarled and grabbed for it, but it dodged and weaved out of her grasp as if it had eyes at the back of its head. Or other eyes guiding it. Sue turned on Elyon. Tricked! It was just PRETENDING to be dead! Until the sneaky cunt could tell it how to get out. "Why you..."

"Ahhhhh!" screamed Elyon as she was kicked hard in her upper leg, then several more blows rained down on her. But her bird escaped... she did it! Then she grunted at a kick to her stomach, curling up and pushing herself back into a corner, cowering and shivering as the dragoness advanced, claws outstretched. She coughed, groaning as she was pulled from the corner, slammed down on her back, the dragoness pinning her with a knee. Too terrified to scream, she could only helplessly squirm as the claws hovered over her.

The dragoness circled a nipple with a talon, then smirked cruelly as her other hand slid down between a pair of cream colored thighs, "I'll teach you to defy me!"

Talos growled deep in his chest as he furiouly decided that no... no she would NOT! Power lashed out of him, blazing hot and focused with laser like precision.

Hahnel turned her head at an odd feeling. All dragons could sense magic, and even though she had not studied, she could sense its sudden appearance behind her. She turned just in time to see all four of Talos's cuffs explode outward, sending bits of broken metal flying in all directions, the edges red hot, molten drops landing on the bed to smoke and burst into flame. Stunned, she watched as the purple dragon reached up for the belts and yanked them off, the leather smoking at his touch, snapping them cleanly. Then with a yank the bedsheet came off and she took a step back at the look on his face.

Talos roared, throwing himself out of the bed, hands lifting as they curled into claws as he stalked forward. "Touch her again and I'll burn you to ASH!"

Hahnel suddenly began to sweat, feeling the heat building around her. She quickly stood and backed away, moving to the door. "Easy... calm down..."

"LEAVE NOW!" he roared, eyes glowing brilliant purple, green flames licking up from his fingers.

The dragoness gulped, nodding and backing out of the room before turning tail and bolting for the door to his lair. She yanked it shut behind her, gasping in fear, and exhilaration. Now THAT was power. The two of them... they could take out the biggest, most fortified of hives. It would probably kill them in the process, but what a victory that could be! She would have a seat on the council for sure if she could take out not just one, but two hives... the biggest and strongest. Her blood pounded, the fear fading to a pleasurable battle lust. She had intended just to make Elyon a weapon, but Talos... he could be a second. If only that unicorn had not tricked her. But... she had made that bird feign death. Made it escape. Made it dodge her hand. That was progress. Real progress, and all due to her! The council would certainly give her permission to continue training the unicorn. She would never have possession of her of course, she was Talos's property, nothing could change THAT. But it did not matter. She didn't want to own her. She wanted to use her. And she would. Her fate was sealed now.

A male dragon gave an appreciative whistle as he walked past, "Oooh, nice outfit... a warrior stripper, very hot!"

Hahnel looked down, realizing her crotch plate was still inside. She looked the dragon up and down, pitiful... low class. She still had some anger to work out, and this one just volunteered. She gave him a feral grin.

The dragon froze at the look, then gulped, seeing her rank. "Oh shit... nnnnnaaaagh!"

... ?

Talos stared at the door, only just keeping from blasting it apart and the dragoness who had fled. Then the fire and rage drained from him as he turned, looking for Elyon. His fire almost reignited as he saw her, bruised, cut, shivering, eyes wide in fear. He reached out for her, but stopped as he remembered his first sight after being freed from his bonds, of the dragoness doing just the same.

Elyon looked up at Talos, confused and hurt, her mind a jumble. Hate and anger and fear from what that dragoness did to her. Hurt from seeing Master having sex with her. For letting her tie him up. Anger at the whole dragon race for kidnapping and enslaving who knew how many other unicorns, who could right now be being beaten and abused. Terror at the thought of being made into a weapon... to be used and thrown away, broken by her efforts. Fear at seeing the rage in his eyes, that flowing green flame shooting from his fingers. Then she remembered what he had been looking at. A dragoness that had hurt her. She looked at him again and saw more. Wrists and ankles with angry red bands, burned from when he freed himself, bleeding in places, his purple hide red and swollen. Smaller burns on his face. Scratches on his chest.

Not knowing what to say, Talos just stood there, and then she was up and pressed against him, arms wrapped around him tightly, shuddering and quivering. He held her back, careful not to touch any of her wounds, hissing a bit as he calmed and began to feel, to really feel the pain on his wrists and ankles. That could wait. He guided Elyon to the small loveseat and settled down, pulling her into his lap and just holding her. "She's gone... I won't let that happen again."

Elyon gasped and buried her face into his chest, the side that had not been struck so viciously. "Master... she hurt me..."

Talos nodded, eyes glaring as he stared at the bed, the flames now out but still smoking in places. "Shhh..."

Elyon quivered, cuddling up with the big purple dragon. It was comforting. She didn't understand why, but she felt safe in his arms, even though he was a dragon, just like HER. No... not like her. He was nothing like her. She hurt all over, some places worse than others, not really WANTING to think about everywhere she hurt, her head pounding like spikes were inside and trying to get out. The bleeding had stopped of course, her unicorn horn took care of that, as it would take care of the rest in time. She could feel it working already, making her want to squirm and itch. Horn magic was strange. It always felt like it was somehow upset at having to be put to work. It made unicorns even MORE adverse to injury. They may heal, but there was plenty of discomfort in the process. The pain of her injuries was fading, soothed away by her horn, but could FEEL them healing. Bruises all over her face and body, her entire belly complaining, and still painfull from the kick. Other things that made her squirm and twitch. She shook her head, her mind trying to wander, needing to focus on something other than her pained and bruised, yet healing body. She thought about the unicorns again. "Master..." she said an an almost inaudible whisper.

"Yes, Elyon?"

"Is it true that you attacked unicorn towns? Enslaved them?"

Talos nodded, "Some of my kind did, yes."

"Did... did you help?"

Talos shook his head this time.

Elyon sighed a bit in relief, still pressed to her master, no longer feeling like she half wanted to pull away. She still didn't understand why he let that... horrible dragon in. But she didn't think she would ever understand dragons. Her mind raced, jumping from subject to subject, trying to think about anything but the beating she just took. Those claws. She shuddered violently.

Talos stroked Elyon, petting her gently. He looked at the empty bird cage and frowned.

Elyon felt him tense, looking up and then following his gaze. "Oh... my bird. She wanted me to KILL it!" She gave a little smile and told Talos what she had done, making the bird play dead, then get out of its cage. "I guess... she did train me... didn't she? Master... will they make you let her train me? Or... or make you train me like... the way... she did...?"

Talos thought about it. "No. No they will not. Just because she got you to advance FASTER doesn't mean it was BETTER. She did more harm than good there. Does your head hurt?"

Elyon nodded, "Yes Master."

"That is from your brute forcing of that bird to do those things instead of nudging and guiding it. It was good that you did, but it harmed you. You do not yet have the skills to deal with the backlash of such things. She taught you nothing, nothing that you would not have learned soon enough, and with more ability to handle the consequences."

"She... she said she wants to USE me... to kill a hive."

"She is a fool. You will be much, MUCH more valuable trained to assist and observe than to use you up all at once to take out a single hive. They are constantly growing new ones, just as we are constantly killing them. Having you able to spot them when they are forming, before they get large... that will save far more lives."

Elyon nodded. "So the... the council won't listen to her?"

Talos frowned unhappily. "Unfortunately they will. Her word carries much weight, especially as she is of the military clan, whereas I am a mage. I will need help, and I think I know who to ask."

Elyon relaxed a bit more. If Master said he would handle it, then she believed him. She pressed against him, shifting a bit and felt him jerk and gasp as she clutched at an arm. She looked down, seeing the angry burn. "Oh, Master!"

Talos winced and nodded, "I'll need to take care of that."

Elyon slid off his lap, kneeling before him and examining the wound, "It looks bad... do you need a doctor?"

Talos shook his head, "It's not as bad as it looks. I blasted the shackles off fast enough to keep from being burned by the metal, but the heat singed me. I just need to wash and bandage it. I got lucky I think. I wouldn't want to try that again, I could have blown my hands and feet clean off!"

Elyon had never seen him use his powers before. Now she knew why. When he said he could burn things, she had thought he could light candles. Start fires. Not make metal explode into glowing bits! She wasn't sure how much heat it took to melt metal, but she knew that back in her village only the forge could and that was unpleasant to even get close too. She looked at his wrist some more. She only wanted to snuggle and be held, but she could tell he was in pain. "Tell me what to do?"

...

It took some time, but she eventually got back to snuggling and being held. Talos had to change the sheets and blankets, and the bed still smelled a bit like burning fur, but she didn't care. As soon as he was bandaged up she had yawned, and as soon as he could change the covers she had climbed into bed with him. Her Master looked tired too, maybe the magic was rough on him. She had scooted down once she was in the bed, her head under the covers and resting on Master's chest. With his arm around her she felt safe. That horrible dragoness might have fooled him once, but he said she would never touch her again. Would another trainer have done so? Or just let her 'train' her more? She hadn't seen enough dragons to know if Talos was normal, or if that... cunt was. She wasn't sure what a cunt was, but that dragoness had used it like an insult, so it seemed fitting.

Talos smiled as Elyon buried herself under the covers. It was rather cute, but sad that she was traumatized enough she needed to hide. On the other hand, it could have been far worse... he might not have been able to get out, and who knows what she would have done to her. He felt her soft breasts against his side, enjoying her presence under there. Like it was a little tent. Soon it really WAS a tent, his pent up sexual frustration emerging before he realized it. He lifted a hand, ready to push her head further down to finish what the dragoness started, but paused. Was she too scared and hurt to do such a thing? Furries were so strange in that regard. He had been pinned down, forced against his will, but it didn't bother him. Oh, it bothered him that he had been made helpless, but the forced sex wasn't anything terrible. He simply didn't understand these furry things, and stared at the ceiling. It would be a long night, but he would make up for it. Later. He grinned a toothy smile.

Elyon couldn't help but notice the erection. She was glad that he had earlier decided he needed a bath to wash off all the burned parts, giving her a chance to make sure his cock got a good washing too. It had been all nasty, having been in HER. With a start she realized it was much less messy than it should have been. He had never finished. For some reason that made her feel better. She may have done things to him, but he hadn't done them BACK. She wasn't sure WHY that made her feel better, but it did. Now she felt bad for him. When he touched her... made her feel those... feelings. It was like a pressure built up until she exploded. She blushed thinking about it. She never WANTED him to do that. But when he did... she for a time DID want it. And RIGHT before it happened, she wanted it a LOT. Was he feeling the same? She felt a little guilty... if she had only learned faster, recovered quicker, maybe nobody would be complaining she was slow. She knew that wasn't true... she had been SO sick when she first came here, she wasn't even CONSCIOUS for much of it. But still... he had hurt himself to rescue her. Risked maiming himself. Permanently too, injuries that wouldn't heal! The thought was horrifying. Maybe... perhaps she could help. Just this once.

Talos let out an erf as a warm, small hand cupped his balls. For a moment he felt anger, was she trying to dominate him? Imitate what she had seen? Then her felt a tongue trace over the tip of his cock and he groaned, feeling her take him, and deep. He gahhhhed softly at the silky feel of her tongue and throat sliding over his cock, her hand gently working his balls. She had done this many, many times... but never without him making her do it. This felt even better.

Elyon mrrrpmed and suckled gently... it was a familiar sensation by now. Still nothing she ENJOYED. The taste was weird, and it was so big... uncomfortable, and she still choked on it if she lost focus. But it was strangely... calming. Knowing that he enjoyed it SO much, and chose her to do it with, not that horrible dragoness! She licked and took him deeper, and when he came she swallowed it all... something she still only managed about half the time. She gulped until he slowed and stopped, pulling back to gently lick, feeling Master relax. She closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall into blissful sleep... with Master... her Master.