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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 68 - More Food

_ 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_. _ This chapter continues Brant's adventures at The Farm from Chapter 30 - Food._

_ CONTENT WARNING _: This chapter contains torture, blood and hard vore!

Brant groaned, face down in the bed, a heavy weight on top of him. Pain shot through his shoulders, a burning pressure from the hands squeezing them. "NNnnghg..." he said as the pain faded to a dull, pleasant heat. A very pleasant heat.

"That better," asked Felestra as she straddled the muscular unicorn stallion, fingers kneading the muscles in his back.

"Uuuuungh, yes.. oh... that feels wonderful," said Brant with a relaxed sigh. He wished he could forget everything and just stay in bed forever. Felestra wasn't the prettiest of mares, but had a nice set of tits and her ass was nice to grind against. Grinding was all he got to do, as he wasn't permitted to cum. He was supposed to save it for the milking stations every morning, afternoon and evening. He had lost control once and they had beaten him very, very badly and threatened to put him on some sort of milking machine. Permanently.

The thought of being hooked up to that contraption, strapped in and gaged and tube fed for the rest of his life terrified him. Even so, if it kept him from the dining room it might be worth it, but they would let him out for THAT. The dining room was the whole reason he was at the farm. Food for dragons. Live food. Memories of the several 'bloodings' he had been sent to make him whimper into the bed. He could almost FEEL those teeth at his neck again as they bit and fed. "Noooo..." he moaned.

"Shhhh, shhh big boy... it's okay... it's all okay...."

"No. No it's not," he said and thrashed, squirming out from under the mare. "Maybe it's okay your you! You like being bit and tortured, but I'm not crazy like that! I don't like it!" He got to his feet and reached for his clothes, his hand freezing as he found none. After all this time he still forgot that mere slaves were not allowed clothes. He swore, and walked out into the communal chambers. He didn't want to be late for his morning sperm deposit. Once more he cursed that little runt Rickie. That bastard unicorn was the reason he was here! They had been safe, partying out in the woods, hidden... until Rickie told the dragons where to find them all. They got led away in chains, and Rickie... they REWARDED the little traitor. Put him in charge of them all... gave them the power to send him here... to the Farm as it was called. Where bad furries go to be served up as food. He put the little runt out of his mind, it only made him angry to think about it.

Felestra followed a few steps behind Brant. She wasn't hurt by his comments. They were true after all, she did like it. In time, perhaps he would too, if given the right encouragement. She liked the big guy, even if he was rude and self centered. His attitude made it easier for her to accept his fate. He was bad and was now paying for it. He deserved it. Everyone here did. Except for her. She WANTED it. Besides, they were the only two unicorns here. They were simply too expensive to afford except for the very well to do dragons. The rest had to settle for just a taste... often, of her.

Brant casually folded his hands over his crotch as he walked, tail tucked tight against his rear for as much privacy as he could get. He did NOT like how some of the other slaves looked at him. They were jealous because the only unicorn mare in the Farm picked HIM to be with. He swore softly under his breath, humiliated at sneaking around and hiding. He should just teach them a lesson. The dragons might have him scared, they were scary and dangerous. The rest of them? Just a bunch of nobodies, and half had limbs missing or were otherwise weakened. He should pick on few of them, beat up some others. Show them who was boss. Make things like they were back him. The way they should be! He straightened a bit, yes... he would do that. Right after he... milked his cock.

Brant groaned and slumped. It was so easy back home. He was strong, good looking, from a well off family. He wanted something, he just took it. If some dumb colt got in his way, he stomped him into the mud and everyone laughed and cheered him on. He didn't have to walk around naked! Wear a collar! Stick his dick in a fucking tube and jerk off into it! "Fuck!" he said and stomped his hoof.

"Sush, Branty. I can help you this morning... use my tongue just the way you like it."

Brant perked up, in more ways than one. He DID like that part. Felestra had a great muzzle, and was willing to use it. That was the one thing Sabeth wouldn't let him do to her. That and fuck her in the ass. She was the hottest mare in town and while others fell all over him, Sabeth knew she could hold out. At least a little. He DID still get to fuck her, just not in all the good ways. He licked his lips, "Yeah... I guess I deserve a little help, don't I.... ahhh... ohhhh... nnngggh..." He closed his eyes and moaned, and only wished he could finish in her mouth. He knew that she would put his cock in that stupid tube and jerk him off to finish, but he wanted to feel her lips around him instead, not cold glass and the weird suction.

Brant swayed as Felestra continued to suck him off, starting to forget his troubles when a hand on his shoulder yanked him back, pulling his cock from that warm, wet mouth. He swore and spun around, fist raising only to stop as he saw the broad chest of a dragon. He gulped, slowly lowering his fist, then erfed as that hand shoved him down to his knees. "Ow!"

"No milking for you today. You're on tap for lunch." said the dragon, patting the unicorn's muzzle and leaving.

Brant trembled in fear and shame. Everyone was watching him. He tried to cover up his cock, but was still erect, still tingling from mare lips and tongue. He slumped down into a crouch, willing his damn erection to go away. He said, "What does on tap mean?"

Felestra said, "It means someone wants unicorn cum fresh. It looks like you are going to get a blow job after all..."

Brant almost smiled before remembering it was going to be a dragon doing it. He cringed, thinking about those teeth, but then thought about it. He had HEARD dragons talking about blow jobs before. Either getting, or giving to other dragons. They had to have ways of doing it that didn't hurt, otherwise dragon males wouldn't exactly be wanting them, would they. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Better than getting his neck bit again!

Felestra said, "Oooh. Come on!"

Brant felt her pull at his arm and got to his hooves, "Uhhh... what, where?"

Felestra took Brant through the crowded common room and into the mess hall. "We get the good stuff today, since we are going to the dining room later!"

Brant nodded and let himself be led to the counter where a group of slave cooks worked in the kitchen. There wasn't much to see, just a long slit in the wall to allow trays full of dishes and glasses to be passed back and forth and a room full of tables and benches. He licked his lips absentmindedly. The food here wasn't BAD normally. It was very filling and for the most part, edible. But when a furry was about to be eaten or was recovering they got the REALLY good stuff. Lots of fresh vegetables, fruits, various hot oats, and mashes with, well, he wasn't sure what the dishes were called but they were DELICIOUS.

He let Felestra order for him, surprised they let him have the same thing since he was just going to be supplying a cock to get sucked. He took his tray and walked to a table to eat.

He sniffed at a steaming bowl of oats and sighed. Other than sex, food was the only thing that took his mind off his fate. He knew that the special food, or the good stuff as everyone else called it was meant to provide a body with the energy and calories and nutrients it would need to recover from the terrible things that were about to happen. He paused as he ate, looking at Felestra, a sudden realization hitting him.

"You... you are going in today too?"

Felestra slurped from a bowl and nodded, "Mmmmhm." She swallowed and said, "Rape and blood drinking. Nothing too serious. I'll be healed up in a day."

Brant gulped, then went back to his food. How she could talk about it so casually he could never understand. It made him fume and rage just THINKING about how those bastards just took him and.. did things to him. No matter how hard he struggled or screamed they just kept biting and biting. He couldn't stand being to helpless, with their smug grins and bloody fangs... "No... no..."

"Hush Branty... don't spill your food. You should heal up quick too, we are both scheduled for a dinner date next week and dragons always make sure me, well, us now, are properly healed first."

Brant calmed himself with effort, thinking maybe with her along it wouldn't be so bad. He just had to get through having a dragon suck him off, or maybe a hand job? He shuddered and focused on his food again. Dragons had weird spices. Lots were hot and almost painful to eat, but others, like these dishes were truly delicious. Maybe he could bring some of them back home, if he could find out what they were. Once he was rescued. He nodded, lying to himself easily. Just a matter of time. He slowed down, wanting to make the meal last as long as possible. Put off having to think about anything but warm oats in his mouth, crunchy carrots between his teeth, and a hot mare sitting next to him. It would be okay.

It wasn't too long after finishing breakfast that Felestra was called to off. Brant watched her go and gritted his teeth, knowing some dragon was going to lay his paws all over her, and worse. He looked around in frustration, wanting to do something. Anything. He couldn't stand how all the dragons looked down at him. Like he was nothing at all! He was a stallion, strong and handsome and rich and should not have to put up with such things.

"Excuse me, you're in my way," said a voice from behind Brant.

He snorted, "Go around, asshole."

"No, you move your fat ass, kid."

Brant narrowed his eyes and turned around to face the voice. It was a male deer, somewhat overweight and looking run down. He sneered. Deer were even further from Unicorn perfection than horses were. Hardly better than cows. He had about had enough of being looked down on. It was time someone, anyone showed him some respect. "Why should I move for the likes of you?"

The deer snorted and leaned heavily on a crutch, motioning to it with his nose. "Because I'm fucking exhausted and just want to get to my cot and rest you idiot. Are you missing half your brains like your missing half your horns?"

Brant looked down and only then noticed the crutch, and the deer's leg which was missing from the knee down. Then the insult hit him. Missing? His glorious golden horn was worth a hundred of those, those, crooked and ugly things on the deers head. Nobody talked to him like that. He had had MORE than enough now. "At least I'm not missing half my leg, stupid" he said, and with a smooth motion of his hoof, kicked the crutch out from under the deer.

The deer's eyes widened as he tottered, then fell heavily to his side. "Hurrrrooof!"

Brant said, "Oh deer... how clumsy of you! Must have been unbalanced by that big rack on your head. Or maybe that rack on your chest... I bet all the does are jealous of your chest!" He smiled his most charming smile at the nearest female, a canine of some sort and gave her a wink, "Maybe you can let him borrow a bra?"

The dog let out a nervous giggle, and a few others joined in.

Brant smiled, feeling better for the first time in weeks. That was more like it. Everyone needs to laugh, and to do that, you need someone to laugh at. "Aww, I'm just joking with you," he said, offering a hand.

The deer just glared and levered himself up on the crutch before hobbling off.

Brant grinned, happy to forget his own suffering. Stupid deer. Best to let him go, for now. He would have more fun with him later.

"Brant! Come with me, now!" called out a stern looking dragon.

Brant felt his pleasure drain away and he quivered, never liking it when dragons looked at him. They had hungry eyes, and it wasn't just a saying! "Yes sir..." he said with a bit of a whimper and followed. Was it time already?

Brant walked nervously behind the dragon, into a hallway that lead to only bad places and even worse things in them. He slowed, then hurried up at a warning growl following him into a room, then walking past the dragon as ordered. He erped as the dragon moved up behind him and held him in a bear hug, feet kicking his own hooves wide. "Ahh... what..."

"Shut up and stand STILL," said the dragon. "Or you will be VERY sorry. Fluffy! Get to work."

Brant didn't like the implications of THAT at all and stood still as pink pony pulled up a short stool and sat on it in front of him. Did some dragon color his fur or was he born that way? He decided he didn't really care, and cared even less how the pony was looking at his crotch. Brant saw the pony dip his hand in something white and reach for his crotch, trying to pull back but stopping as that only pressed him harder against the dragon behind him and made him aware of the guards erection. He pushed his hips outward trying to escape it, unwillingly presenting himself to the pony. Warm fingers caressed his exposed balls, coating them in a foamy substance. He squirmed at the sensation, then stared wide eyed as the pink pony picked up a long, gleaming razor blade, reversing his decision and pressing back against the dragon, cock or no cock. "Heeeeey... wait... nnnnnnoooo... ahhhhhhh!"

The feel of the razor sliding along the skin of his balls made Brant shudder in fear, but he held VERY still as his sac was shaved. He only felt a little bit of relief before it was replaced by humiliation. It was quickly over, his bare, naked balls toweled dry and feeling very naked and very cold. He shuddered and then to his horror, watched the pony give him a wink and begin sucking on his sheath. "Hey.. hey! Stop that!"

The pony didn't stop, and in fact kissed and suckled, sliding his tongue into the larger unicorn stallions sheath, knowing exactly what he was doing, and having been well trained on how to pleasure all manner of species, and sexes.

Brant grunted and groaned, struggling and gasping as he was stimulated. Against his will he felt his cock swelling and sliding out of his sheath and into a waiting, eager mouth. "Nnngh..." he said and panted a bit. He gasped as the pony made a slurping noise and pulled back off his cock, then took a black rubber ring and slid it down his cock, all the way to the base. He closed his eyes as hands took his shaft and stroked it, bringing him to full attention. The rubber ring stretched, but only a little, keeping a tight and almost painful grip on the base of his shaft. He had seen them used before and knew they were meant to keep a male erect for long periods. He glared at the pony as his cockhead was given a kiss before tying a pink ribbon around his cock, making a neat pink bow. Brant snorted in humiliation as the pony winked at him again, promising himself that he would teach him a lesson if he ever saw him again!

"Bring him!" said a familiar voice. Nalor looked as impatient as ever, his dragon tail twitching.

Brant cringed at that voice, his eyes darting in the direction of the terrifying dragon. It was Nalor, the black dragon that ran the Farm and was in charge of supplying furries to the hungry dragons at the restaurant. Of all the dragons he had met, this one scared him the most. With a word he could send a furry to terrible tortures. If he ever spoke to you after your first introduction it meant something awful was in store for you. He moved as fast as he could, his cock bobbing and bouncing as he moved, bare balls shivering in the cool air, feeling so very exposed and vulnerable but unwilling to disappoint THIS dragon. Maybe if he gave the dragoness what she wanted he could get jobs like that instead of being bitten and chewed on. He felt a glimmer of hope. That wouldn't be so bad, would it?

Then there was no more time for thoughts, he saw The Door. The door that lead to the restaurant. That horrible place. He looked down, focusing on the floor as he was pushed through it. The sights and sounds as always made him want to pee his pants, if he wore any. The fear made him suddenly realize he had been assuming a dragoness had ordered him, but nobody ever really said that. What if it was a male? He cringed, still wet from the pony licking him. That would be horrible! As he was led into the restaurant he glanced up, looking at tables, wondering which he would be brought to.

Most were couples, or quadruples if you counted the slaves kneeling at their owners sides. He tried not to look at what was ON the tables, but thankfully most just showed slices of meat and unidentifiable organs. Being a vegetarian just seeing meat on a plate made him sick with disgust, but he could pretend they were just from a dumb animal. He knew they served all kinds of things here, so not all of that had to be from other furries. He pretended that's all it was as he was paraded down the center isle, dragon eyes looking at him, making snide or lustful comments. Even a few of the slaves gave him looks of appreciation. He wanted to shrink inside himself, or at least shrink his cock in! He tried to keep it from bouncing and swaying as he walked but it was no use. It felt like a spotlight was being shined on him, and his crotch.

Finally he was taken past the large open room and into an area of private tables. Here he tried not to look at all. One glance showed him several dragons dining on what was clearly a furry's leg. Another had three furries tied back to back, dragons biting and lapping at flowing blood, their muzzles gagged and bound. He resorted to quick glances, looking for empty tables. A dragoness sat at one and he felt his hopes rise, then fall as he was led past her. The next was a dragon male, no two that looked at him as they licked their lips. He quivered at their gaze and nearly stumbled, then thankfully was pushed past them.

Brant erked as the dragon guard turned him roughly to face a table. He looked up fearfully, and let out a sigh of relief. A dull-green dragoness sat at the table as he was presented to her. The table was small and circular with a hole in the center, and the edges of the table given a slight ridge. He quivered, knowing that it was designed to keep blood from running off the table and onto the customers lap.

"Your meal, Miss Rynina" said Nalor, waving a hand at Brant's cock.

Rynina looked Brant up and down, eying him critically, and taking her time looking over his crotch. "Mmmm, yes... such a lovely pair of horns he has. He will do nicely. Bind him."

"Very well" said Nalor, nodding to the guard.

Brant erfed as the dragon guard simply lifted him off his feet, then onto the table.

"Feet in the hole, slave!"

Brant felt a twinge of annoyance. Hooves, not feet! He obeyed anyway, fitting himself into the tight space. His legs were pressed together and he felt hands locking his ankles to the platform below the table, and straps tightly binding his thighs. He gasped as he was grabbed and spun dizzily! He wobbled as the dragon guard tested the rotating platform, then brought him to a stop. "Urrrgh" he said. His hands were pulled behind him and bound with leather straps, tight and painful, shoulders pulled back, tail tied to his wrists to keep it up. A chain was lowered from the ceiling and attached to the back of his collar, then tightened to keep him on his toes... if he had toes. He gritted his teeth. It was hard to keep his balance, but the table held his lower thighs securely so he was in no danger of falling far.

"Enjoy your meal, Miss," said Nalor as he and the guard left, closing the solid, and soundproof door behind them.

Rynina leaned back in her chair and regarded the unicorn. "Mmmm... you look delicious." She put a hand on his hip caressingly and slowly spin him in the rotating center of the table. "Nice ass too."

Brant eeeped as she pinched him, squirming in his bonds, but somewhat relived that his more vulnerable side was facing away from her. But he couldn't see what she was doing which was scary. he felt her hands exploring him, then a hand reached around and grasped his cock, tugging on it to spin him around to face her once more.

The dragoness slowly stood, facing the unicorn, looking down at him from her superior height. She tugged at her top, pulling it down, "Am I a pretty dragoness, boy?"

Brant gulped and nodded, eying the strangely colored, but very attractive set of breasts. "Y... yes.... Maam?" he said after recalling what Nalor had called her.

The dragoness nodded and leaned in, a hand guiding Brant's mouth to a nipple.

Brant mmrped, but not in a bad way, breathing through his nose as he tasted nipple, firm flesh pressed to his lips.

"Yes... you like that, don't you?" said the dragoness as she ran a fingertip up and down his shaft.

"Mmmm-hmmmmph" agreed Brant, quivering at the touch and relaxing a bit.

"I like my boys all hot and full of cum for me to drink..." she said, bending her head down to lick along the top of his nose.

He couldn't really see to well directly in front of him, but could imagine what that tongue looked like. He shuddered as she continued and gave a long lick up his horn. It was a terribly intimate thing to do, to touch a unicorns horn, but for once he didn't mind. Brant licked his lips as the dragoness pulled away and settled down in front of him. He could see her tongue clearly now, and feel it as it slid out to lick along the underside of his cock. He groaned. It wasn't as wide as a mare tongue, but was much longer and... ahhh... could coil around his shaft and squeeze in rather exquisite ways. He swayed a bit and grunted as the collar dug into his neck.

Rynina reached around to grab the stallions ass, squeezing as she lowered her muzzle over the smooth flesh, licking and sucking.. pursing her lips to keep her teeth from scraping painfully, only letting the tips occasionally touch.

Soft and wet sensations mixed with sharp little touches up and down his cock, mixing in with his ass being grabbed and squeezed, talons making themselves known but not hurting him. "Oh... oh... that's... so... unnng... yessss...." He wavered back and forth, the chain keeping him from moving too much, feeling the pleasure build and build in his loins. He began to thrust, hips jerking in their restraints, but the dragoness and her flexible neck moved with him, keeping him teased but not quite enough to cum.

Pulling back, Rynina licked and teasingly nibbled at the tip, then dropped her head closer to the table to nuzzle at his balls. "Mmm.. so smooth and warm..." she said and lavished her tongue all over them.

"Uhhhh..." moaned Brant, quivering at the tongue pressed to his clean shaven balls. Maybe having them shaved wasn't such a bad idea.. it felt.. good. Very good!

"Mmmmmmmmmm, I do hate getting fur in my mouth. So much better to be all smooth," she said, and suckled on one. She placed a hand against his belly, her thumb stroking the base of his cock just above the ring as she nuzzled and sucked and played with his balls.

Brant groaned, shuddering and panting, doing his best not to cum while she was otherwise occupied. he gasped as her other hand stroked his cock, fingers caressing the tip. "NNnnnh... I... I can't... I'm going to..."

Rynina smiled up at the stallion and said, "Cum for me, big boy." She then grinned, lips pulled back to show her teeth and took his balls into her mouth again, her expression one of hunger and desire, nothing friendly in it at all, fangs holding his testicles like two eggs as she tongued them.

Cold dread flowed into Brant like ice water, but her fingers on his cockhead were too much and he arched his back, words failing him as he orgasmed.

Rynina pressed hard with her thumb at the base of the stallions cock, pinching it closed as she FELT his balls clench between her lips, trapping his cum in them. She let him pulse once, twice... and then wrapped her lips tightly around his sac, and bit into the spasming orbs.

The pressure at the base of his cock made Brant unnngh, and time slowed as his cock pulsed and twitched, with nothing coming out. Then her muzzle closed and the sharp fangs sank into his balls, each one stabbed from above and below. He screamed, pain like nothing he had ever experienced shooting through them. He struggled and jerked, trying to escape, but was locked down tight as those fangs and jaws bit and crushed his balls, still pulsing in orgasm.

Rynina closed her eyes and savored the mix of blood and cum, sucking both out from the wounds her fangs inflicted... squeezing them with her powerful jaws, but careful not to bite them in half. Impale, tear, crush and sucking were allowed on the table, as were the drops of blood that dribbled down her chin.

"Aaahhahhahhahahnnnngngghghh!" screamed the mutilated stallion, his voice cutting off in a strangled gasp as she bit even harder, his balls caught in the vice-like grip of the dragoness. He gasped and whined, tears streaming down his face, arms jerking in their bonds. The pressure suddenly released as the dragoness opened her mouth, but she simply shifted her grip with her tongue and bit down again, sucking more. He shuddered as she continued to bite and suck, loosing track of everything but the horrible jaws mangling his sex.

Rynina mmmmmed at the taste, simply sucking now, tongue caressing the torn and bloodied orbs, probing the holes... drinking her fill.

"Aaahhh.. ahhhh... gggnnnnghhh..." gasped Brant as he was tortured for what seemed like hours, his body jerking with every touch of her tongue. Finally he felt her pull away, gasping in great, chest-wracking sobs of agony. He slumped, partially choking himself but not caring.. it hurt so much! He looked down in pure misery, and could only shake his head and silently mouth nooo as he saw her fix her eyes on his still hard cock.

Rynina gave a nod and an evil, knowing grin as she moved to lick the tip, then using the smaller front teeth, nipped it.

Brant howled at the new pain, gasping as his cockhead was suckled and nibbled on. He groaned, trembling as she pulled back, blood running down the length of his shaft.

Fingers stroked the bloody organ, and gave a tug at the thick rubber cock ring. "Poor boy... this won't come off. Can't leave you with an erection all night, can we? I'll just have to... deflate you..."

Brant shook his head, his vision hazy and choked out a, "No.. please..."

Rynina grabbed Brant and turned him in his rotating prison until she was facing his side. She hmmed a bit at his profile, then leaned in, taking his cock into the front of her mouth, holding it with her fangs from the side.

Brant could only watch helplessly as she mouthed him teasingly, and bit. He screamed again, eliciting a shrill whinny of terror as she sank her fangs into his stallionhood, lips again closing as she sucked. He could feel himself shrinking as she slowly sucked the blood from his cock, grotesquely softening and wilting it as he watched, pain shooting through as if lightning were striking him in the crotch and traveling up his spine into his brain. He could only twitch as she pulled back, leaving him dribbling blood onto the floor, the cockring sliding off and bouncing to the table below.

Rynina licked her lips, "Mmmmm... such an amazing taste... just a TOUCH of magic.. very different than dragon cum. Better than I expected. It seems you unicorns ARE worth your weight in gold. I'm going to have to struggle to afford one, but until then... I'll just have to have lunch here. With you."

Brant whimpered and drooled, head hanging low. The bleeding in his crotch was slowing and he could feel the healing magics working, along with the discomfort that came with such a gift. The magic that kept him healthy was a double edged sword. It healed, but at a cost. Normally his horn was like a soft glow, a warm and powerful presence. When that power flowed into his body to heal him, it made wounds close and even broken, shattered bones knit and become whole. But it made his horn feel hollow... like the magic was being drained from it. It was an uncomfortable sensation. Hornache it was called, and it was like his horn was starving and empty. What made it worse was along with the accelerated healing, he felt the discomfort of months of healing compressed into days. The sensation was indescribable. It wasn't pain.. but was extremely uncomfortable. It would be days before it stopped, and days more before his horn 'filled up' and once more glowed warmly. It was only a little cold now, it took serious injuries for it to get chilly and icy. The sensations of hornache were enough to make most unicorns avoid injure even more than races that couldn't heal.

Rynina sat back and watched the unicorn moan and hang in defeat. She admired her handiwork, noticing there wasn't as much blood as there should be. How fascinating. She slid a finger between her legs, her hand cupping a breast and squeezing hard as she began to masturbate to the sight. She didn't scream as loudly as the stallion had, eventually but did it more, and longer...

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Brant trembled in his cot, teeth clenched as he suffered. His crotch was a throbbing, burning mass of pain and his horn felt like it was punishing him for getting hurt, aching and feeling like at any moment it was going to stab deep into his brain.

"Here... drink more..." said Felestra.

Swatting at the cup Brant whined, "Just leave me alone!" He tried to roll away from her, but it shifted his wounds and he cried out in pain. She had tried to 'help' by tending to his wounds, but it only made them hurt more. Worse, he caught her looking at his wounds when she thought his eyes were closed. She was... fascinated by them. She LIKED seeing him in pain. What was WRONG with her?

Felestra managed to keep from spilling the sugary drink but backed away, leaving the stallion to himself. She frowned, wanting to help him. She loved to be eaten, and was not unhappy to have been sent here, but it got lonely sometimes. The attrition rate was rather high, except for those that were dedicated to providing a supply of blood, cum or eggs. There was simply no one for her to TALK to. To all the others, being eaten was irreversible. Nobody wanted to discuss how pleasurable it was to feel fangs sinking into flesh, and nobody else had a horn or know just how pleasurable that feeling was when it was released and flowed into her. Other unicorns talked of their horns aching, of feeling empty.

But it didn't have to be that way! Her horn felt GOOD when it healed her. Made her body glow with the power of it. It always had, even as a little child. She would do dangerous things, reckless things and get hurt and instead of crying or whimpering she just sat and let her horn make it all better. Eventually she learned to stop hurting herself. But not because it stopped feeling good, but because everyone else reacted so badly to it. Shamed her into pretending she was like everyone else. Especially when she smiled at the pain and injuries of others. She had to always make her face a mask and pretend that it was a terrible thing, even when she knew it shouldn't be. Until she was captured, enslaved, and freed. Here she didn't have to hide her differences. She could kneel, offer her throat, and feel the sensations of flesh tearing, and her horn responding.

There had to be a way to teach Brant how to do that too. Show him the pleasures that being devoured could give. What more in life could one want than to FEEL your body giving life and substance to another? Anyone could give money or shelter or love. Only a unicorn could supply the very thing that every living creature needed above all other needs. Food. Life itself. The feel of a powerful predator taking it from her was the most intense, sexual sensation she could imagine. Better than sex itself, even painful rough sex from a dragons sharp cock. She just had to find a way to bring Brant around.

Felestra returned to her small room to think. She had been called many names before her capture. Her love of eating, and being eaten wasn't new. She even tried meat, to the horror of other unicorns. They called her broken. But they were wrong. She was fine... it was everyone else that was broken. She couldn't help them, but maybe she could help Brant be like her. Find a way to fix him, if it was possible. Or help him accept his fate if it was not. Either way... she would make it all better.

...

Brant woke up with a groan. Everything was quiet. Everything but the throbbing of his balls and his poor, wounded cock. He lay on his side, facing the wall, one leg pulled up a bit for his balls to rest on so they didn't rub against the bed. He imagined he was back in his village, Sabeth snuggled up to him, talking about the day. Parties for them and their friends. Giggling over how funny Rickie had looked face down in the mud after being tripped, all his friends laughing. He smiled fondly at the memory. That was the way things used to be. The way they should be. He sighed and hoped he could go back to his dream quickly.

The hair on the back of his neck pricked up as he sensed he was not alone, turning just as strong hands grabbed his shoulders and rolled him onto his stomach. He mmmmmrphed as his muzzle was shoved into the pillow, a weight pressing down over him. He cried out in pain, everything between his hips a mass of pain, making it too agonizing to struggle, his arms pulled back and up, pinned.

"Remember, me?" said a voice in the darkness.

"Mmmrrpmh?" said Brant, struggling to get his face out of the pillows. He turned his head enough to catch the dark outline of a muzzle, and a set of antlers above. That deer! How dare him! That one legged deer! He tried to remember which leg was missing. Below the knee... the right one? He gathered his strength and tried to surge to his feet, but the deer was ready and shoved down hard, twisting his arms. "Arrrrrgmmmp!"

The deer tsk-tsked as he knelt over the unicorn. "I may be missing part of my leg, but I'm still a hell of a lot better at hand to hand than you will ever be you spoiled brat."

Brant learned that was no idle boast as his tail was yanked and pulled and his legs pushed and shoved, forcing his rump into the air, legs spread. He suddenly realized what was going to happen and struggled harder.

"No no no... you're not getting away" said the deer, leaning forward as the tip of his cock pushed up between Brant's cheeks. "You stay still and be quiet or I might miss..."

Brant closed his eyes in agony as that cock lowered and jabbed at his wounded balls. "Errrrrrggmgmgph!" He huffed against the pillow and tried to speak, "You camnt! Agaimst the rulesmph! Dragmphns will punishmph you!"

The deer repositioned his cock against Brant's ass and said, "What are they going to do, eat me? Kill me? My fate was sealed the moment I came in here. I have nothing to lose. You however... they won't just punish me, they will punish YOU too."

Brant groaned, knowing that was true. Dragons tended to punish both parties when there was a fight. He nggghed into the pillow, eyes wide as he was suddenly, and painfully violated. He could feel his ass forced open, wider and wider and what felt like a tree trunk shoving and sliding into him. He bit down on the pillow, muffling his screams as the deer took brutal advantage of him and began to thrust, slamming into him over and over. It hurt terribly, his poor prostate swollen and sore from the bites, and each thrust made his wounded balls swing and slap against his belly. Unf, erf, rrrrgh, nnnngh! He squirmed, struggling, trying to push the heavy weight off his back.

"You keep still, bitch..." said the deer as he reached down between Brant's legs to shove a finger into his sheath, giving his wounded cock a hard, painful poke.

"Mrrrrrgghmp!" cried Brant as his still healing cockhead was painfully poked. He slumped in defeat, whining as the thrusting continued.

"That's a good bitch..." he whispered into Brant's ear. He grunted, fucking the white unicorn in hard, unyielding thrusts.

Brant moaned, pushing his head harder into the pillow to muddle his cries. As bad as the rape was, he knew that if a dragon found them the deer would do something awful to him before the guard could separate them, and then the dragon's punishment would be even worse! He whined in helpless agony as he submitted to the crippled deer, knowing he was beaten.

The deer took his time finishing, finally spurting into the unicorns helpless body, gasping in release... his mind free of his own fate for a short time. Then he pulled out, using the unicorn's own tail to wipe himself clean. "Don't fuck with me again" he said, and slipped back into the darkness.

Brant whimpered, burying his head in his pillow, tears streaming down his face, hurting and humiliated. His horn ached something terrible, his balls and cock were a mass of agony, and now his ass hurt too! None of it however hurt as bad as his pride. Humiliated. Helpless. He gritted his teeth and whimpered. It wasn't fair! Nothing was like it was supposed to be. It had to get better, didn't it?

...

It did eventually get better. At least the pain did. By the next day his balls were sore and painful, but pissing fucking hurt like hell, but he no longer broke down in tears if he bumped against himself or moved the wrong way. Eventually, like all good unicorns the wounds closed, the scars faded and his horn warmed back up to the comforting glow it was meant to have. He forgave Felestra for her looks. Being here so long had obviously been hard on her. It wasn't really her fault. He avoided the deer at all costs. No telling what that crazy guy would do to him next time. He took comfort in knowing the dragons would finish him off soon enough.

All too soon he found himself being given the special meal reserved for those who were to be served up. This time it didn't taste so good, the memories of having his balls chomped on filling his mind.

Felestra, who seemed to have a source of information Brant didn't said, "It will be okay."

Brant grimaced. "Like last time?"

She shook her head, "No... this is a dragon I have served before. It will be leg meat for you, nothing too bad."

Brant nearly choked, "Hes going to eat my LEG?"

"No no... just a little bit of it. It's not bad... I know for sure there won't be any organ meat or broken bones involved."

Brant didn't want to think about what organ meat involved. He shuddered and forced himself to finish his meal, knowing that some dragon would simply make him finish if he didn't do it himself.

He had just finished when he heard his name called and cringed, looking over his shoulder to see Nalor there, waiting to take him and Felestra to... dinner. He stood as Felestra pulled him to his feet and over to Nalor, out of the 'safety' of the dining hall and back to the very very unsafe dining room. He gulped.

With a tug, Brant walked side by side with Felestra into the dining room of The Farm. They were made to walk upright, not crawl to show themselves off to the other diners. As always it was like walking into a den of wolves. But worse. Dragons. Hungry eyes all over, gleaming teeth, curved claws. His balls wanted to shrink into his body, and just wanted to run. Fast. Anywhere. Felestra squeezed his hand and he calmed a bit, trying not to hyperventilate. This was going to be bad, he knew. He had given blood. He had his balls chewed on! But so far he had never been eaten. Until today.

The two unicorns were led into a private room, a larger one with several tables and a waiting dragon. Brant gulped as he felt trapped in the small room with the dangerous predators. He didn't like the looks of this one. He was dark blue with lighter blew bands all over his body in weird circular patterns, and was naked. Brant tried not looking too closely. Male dragons were fucking scary! He avoided eye contact, but noticed Felestra looked right at him with a smile, and got a wink back. A regular?

"As ordered, a pair of prime cuts for your dining pleasure" said Nalor who bowed and backed out of the room, leaving the two unicorns at the hands of a hungry dragon.

Brant felt his heart thumping as the dragon slapped a table. He knew what to do. He had been given instructions earlier and he looked at the table with a sinking feeling. A large platter covered most of it, and a bed of greens sat on the plate, tomatoes and carrots and other vegetables around the edge. The center was for him. He gingerly climbed on, careful not to mess up the arrangement and knelt down in the center of the plate. A cough drew his attention and he glanced at Felestra who was making a spreading motion with her hands, and pointing at her knees. He blushed and shifted his pose, spreading his knees wide and feeling exposed and scared. The dragon used straps attached to the serving platter to secure his ankles and legs in place. Who the heck thought of making dining platters with restraints? Remembering his other pose, he placed his arms behind his back, letting them be bound, and then waited uncomfortably.

Felestra had climbed unasked onto the other table. She settled down on her back, and put her arms down, letting the dragon pull them up and bind them, restraining her to the table itself. She panted, looking up and licking her lips.

"Ready to be eaten, slave?" asked Therach.

"Yes, Master... please... take of me what you wish," said Felestra.

Therach chuckled, "I'll only be taking what I paid for."

Brant watched in disbelief as the two chatted like they were going out to lunch, not eating one of them for lunch! He watched the dragon run his paws over Felestra and he gritted his teeth. How could she just lay there and let him paw her like that? He felt a twinge of jealousy, then gulped and quickly looked down as the dragon glanced his way.

"Mmmmm, fresh meat" said Therach. He circled the table Brant was sitting on, looking him over. "Three small fillets today. Plus what I get out of your girl here. Should make quite a meal." Therach smirked, lifting a hand and showing Brant a sharp claw, then looked down at the platter, eyes moving between Brant's legs.

Brant quivered and then let out a yell as the dragon stabbed down with his claw, then lived it up after impaling a red, dripping tomato. He shuddered and trembled, remembering his LAST encounter with a hungry dragoness.

Therach laughed and turned, offering the small tomato to Felestra who ate it happily. He grinned at Brant, "I'm not into THAT kind of stallion meat. Lucky you." He slapped Brant's thigh, getting an ouch out of the unicorn. "Plenty of meat here though, once I have some fun with my little mare bitch."

Brant frowned again, but this time while the dragon was looking. He opened his mouth to say something, but was slapped, hard. His head spun dizzily, his lips bleeding and jaw aching. Then he was slapped again, and again, until he was wobbling on the platter, bleeding down his white chin.

"You need to learn some manners from your girl, boy. Ask her to teach you how a PROPER slave behaves" said Therach.

Brant groaned and nodded, head throbbing.

Therach moved back to the mare, moving to the end of the table, spreading her legs and looming over her. "You love this, don't you... helpless... a big strong dragon ready to feed...."

Felestra nodded with a moan, feeling her legs forced open, looking up at a mass of blue muscle topped with teeth and sharp, predator eyes. She whimpered in pleasure and arched her head back, exposing her neck. She gasped as large jaws closed over her neck and bit, teeth sinking in. "Ahhhhhh...." she said, letting out a gasp at the pain and pleasure, knowing the dragon held her life in his jaws. Unicorns may heal, but rip out her throat or savage her neck and it would kill her just like any other furry. She groaned as he squeezed with immensely powerful jaws, gasping for breath, feeling her blood leaking out.

Brant watched in mounting horror as the dragon began to savage the poor mare. First with his teeth, and then his claws. He drew parallel lines of red as he slashed at her, tearing flesh and muscle. Felestra's body became as decorated as the dragons, claw marks along her arms, her sides, a long one down her belly. Brant tried to look away, but he was transfixed by the violence, his prey brain freezing him in place, helpless to do anything but watch one of the herd be sacrificed so the rest may live. He winced as Felestra screamed when her breasts were grabbed, squeezed, crushed and clawed. The dragon nuzzled and licked at the wounds, leaving everything but her face untouched. Even clawing the insides of her thighs.

Felestra gasped and whimpered as her body burned from what felt like thousands of bone deep cuts. She knew in the back of her mind they were just shallow.. but they hurt SO good... she imagined her body torn completely apart, open to the waiting jaws of the Master dragon. The hungry dragon. Hungry for HER. The pain, and the warm soothing power of her horn quickly put her into a hazy, dreamlike state. She tilted her head to the side and smiles at Brant. So lucky... he will get to feel this too. So happy to share it with him!

Brant whimpered as the dragon approached.

"I'm just getting started with her. I'm going to make her insides look like her outsides..."

Brant looked down as the dragon motioned with his head and saw the dragons erection, letting out a gasp of horror. It was huge, and worse... it was... sharp! There were spikes sticking out the underside and backward facing along the head. He had never seen THAT before. He shuddered, not even being able to imagine what that would do to poor Felestra!

Lifting a hand, Therach stroked the stallions chest. He hmmed, and then made a quick slashing motion, raking his claws across the quivering unicorn.

"Arrrrgh!" said Brant, swearing at the pain, feeling blood run down one side of his chest, the lines of red stinging painfully. "Fuck!"

"How strange that she loves this, but you clearly do not. Why is that, boy? Why don't you like this?"

"I... I don't know. I'm normal.. SHE is the weird one for liking it..."

Therach hmmed and slashed at the unicorn again, this time lower across his belly. "You forgot to call me Sir, boy."

Brant nggghed and gasped, "Sir! Sorry Sir! It hurts.. I forgot..."

Felestra moaned, squirming as she watched Brant bleed, panting in obvious pleasure.

"Mmmm. I suppose" said Therach. After a moment he licked his lips, "Time for the main course."

Panting hard, Brant trembled, not knowing exactly what to expect. He watched as the blue dragon stroked his white, furry upper thigh and traces a long rectangle on it with his talon, pressing hard enough to scratch. "Ow!"

"Quiet, boy..."

Brant opened his mouth to say Yes Sir, and as quick as a darting snake, the dragon grabbed him by the chin, forcing his mouth open wide and cramming an apple into his mouth. "Mrrrrmph!" The apple was perfectly sized to fill his mouth, crammed back behind his teeth with dragon strength. Unable to spit it out he huffed around it, watching fearfully for the dragon's next move. He winced as the talon went back to his leg, and stabbed! "Mrrrrrgmph!" Once more he was unable to look away, staring as the dragon cut a long, u-shaped slice on the top of his leg, and then began to peel back the flap of skin, using his talons to help the process. Brant screamed and bit down on the apple, juices flowing and running out his mouth. he stared in horror as red, angry flesh was revealed.. muscle. His muscle!

Therach mmmed, "A nice cut of meat there." He licked his lips as he picked up a shaker and upended it over the open wound, shaking out a black powder.

Brant smelled pepper, and then screamed again as the spice landed in his open wound, and the dragon began to rub it in! "Arrrrgmmmgaaahahhhh!" he struggled, but his legs were securely strapped down and even in his pain he knew better than to attack the dragon with his rounded, useless horn. He bucked and jerked and gasped through the apple until it was over, his leg stinging and itching furiously.

Looking satisfied and licking his fingers, Therach moved to a small grill at the back of the room. "I like my meat rare, only slightly seared" he said, and opened the top, revealing red hot coals and what looked like square clothes iron heated to a dull glow. Therach slipped on a leather glove and picked the device up by it's handle, walking back over to Brant.

Brant watched in disbelief as the dragon brought the hot metal closer. "Mrrrrmprhrhrhrhrhhh!!!" he said, shaking his head back and forth wildly. If the dragon noticed, he didn't care... and pressed the cooking iron down over his exposed flesh. The sizzling and smell hit Brant a split second before the pain, his whole leg flaring in pain and agony. "GRRRRRAAAAARRRGNNNHPPHHHNNNNNNNNGH!" screamed Brant as he slowly crushed the apple in his mouth, teeth clenched in pain as he FELT his muscle cooking!

After an eternity Therach lifted up the iron and peered at the steaming flesh. "Mmm, not quite done..."

Brant gasped and coughed, bits of apple and juice falling from his mouth as the iron was pressed down again for several more seconds. Then it was over and he gasped and cried, sobbing at the searing pain, the pepper burned into his flesh. But it was far from over.

Returning the iron to the fire, Therach selected a sharp scalpel and went to work once more, making a long cut around the outside edge of the cooked meat, slicing in a good inch or more deep as he cut.

Brant cried, gasping and eyes wide in shock and terror, feeling the blade move through his body. He hissed as the knife made two more cuts, segmenting the open wound into thirds. A long, sharp knife was then slid under and began to cut a steak out from his leg. The pain was worse as the knife jabbed and sliced and tore through still living muscle, Brant's body nearly in shock from the experience. Finally the last cut was made, the middle section of the wound cut away, leaving an inch deep hole, blood flowing down his leg, seeming to fill the wound up with raw, pure pain.

Therach mmmmed and sniffed at the cut, "Perfect!" He held it up to Brant, "Smells good, hmm?"

Brant groaned, looking at the cut of meat, unable to really register that it was part of him! Or used to be. His mind simply couldn't comprehend it. But the pain in his leg made it very clear that yes, that WAS part of him... and he shrunk back, looking at his body turned into nothing more than a snack for a hungry dragon. Being kidnapped. Collared. Enslaved. Sold. Raped. None of that compared to his feeling of helplessness and humiliation at seeing his own body cut up like it was nothing. Food for a dragon. He felt worthless, low... and most of all, like prey. That dragon took PART of him! Is going to EAT it! He whined piteously.

Therach took a bite of the meat while the stallion watched, "Mmmm, delicious." Licking his lips, he casually stabbed the knife into Brant's other leg, using it as a makeshift knife block.

"Ngrrrrraaaahhh!" cried Brant, the extra pain just adding to his tortures.

Therach gripped the meat with his jaws, moving back to Felestra, once more taking up position between her legs. But this time his cock found a home, the tip pressing to her sex, his hands free to roam over her body. He planted his hands on her breasts, leaning heavily and squeezing hard. "Now... time to give you his meet, and mine..."

Felestra whimpered in anticipation. She had seen everything that had happened to Brant, and it made her SO wet, so eager. Her stallion, feeding a dragon! She was so happy. So proud! Her chest ached from the pressure, and her torn and bloody breasts felt like they were being crushed. Then she felt that huge, thick and sharp cock ramming into her, the spines meant to catch as they pulled out, bit still drawing lines of fire as the thick dragon cock sunk into her. Every part of her screamed in pain and pleasure, her horn on fire as it poured out healing energies.

Thrusting roughly, Therach rammed in deep, grunting as his cockhead slammed into her cervix, not something he could often do with the much larger dragon females he took. He held his head over the mares, the meat still hanging from his lips, lowering it.

Opening her mouth wide, she let the drips of blood from the still mostly raw meat fall onto her tongue, shuddering at the taste. Unicorn. She had tasted her own, many times, but this was different.. it was from a stallion, not her... and she was consuming him, taking the gift of life. Then the meat lowered further and she bit at the edge, sucking on it. The taste... so unlike anything she had ever imagined. She grunted as the cock hammered home again and again, claws tearing into her... and came hard, her mind blanking under the combined pleasure of her horn and her first orgasm. The second made her arch her back and howl. The third made the world go away, everything but the mindless, explosive pleasure.

Brant watched through the pain in his leg, seeing Felestra thrash and scream, gritting his teeth in anger and helpless pain. He could only be thankful it wasn't him on that table. Then she thrashed and arched her back, screaming as the bastard dragon forced her to eat... eat... parts of him! He grimaced, watching her howl... knowing she must be in agony from all the tortures. He winced as the dragon roared and clearly climaxed, then calmed, moving his hands away so he could bite her breasts. He shuddered as he saw them crushed in the dragons maw, first one and then the other. She said she liked it but nobody could like that! He wished, and not for the first time for all dragonkind to just drop dead. He turned his head away as the dragon began to chew and devour the steak, unable to watch any more, not looking until the dragon came back. For seconds.

Cock dripping in blood and cum, Therach picked up the knife, letting the unicorn see it and enjoying the whimper. He took another third, this time the section closest to the unicorn's knee, cutting under it to slice out another steak.

Brant groaned and cried at the new pain, every touch hurting more than anything ever did before in his life. Each slice surpassing that previous record. He groaned and wobbled, tears running down his unicorn white cheeks as he watched pieces of his own, cooked body being cut out. Taken away. To be eaten.

Therach made the final cut, freeing the new steak and once more plunging the knife in Brant's other thigh. He held it in his fingers and took a deliberate bite. "Mmmm... want some?"

Brant clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head, hands clenched into fists behind him.

"Fine, more for me... I wouldn't want to waste any of it on you," he said and took another bite. His mouth full he mumbled, "You are delicious, you know that?"

Brant didn't know, and didn't want to know. He was a unicorn, not food!

Therach reached for the knife, then changed his mind. "Hmm... I think I want this last slice to be, fresher."

Brant watched as the dragon got down onto his knees and nuzzled at his open wound. He cringed and winced as a dragon tongue licked all along the edge of his flesh, the screamed as it caressed and licked the remaining burned muscle. "Agggghhhhnngh!"

Little nibbles joined the lick, Therach enjoying the screams and cries of his prey. He could do this all day, but he was HUNGRY and wanted that last cut...

Brant gasped as the dragon BIT into his leg, fangs sinking in, strong jaw muscles clamping down as the dragon yanked his head back, tearing a bit out of his burned, cooked and seasoned leg. "Fffffuuuuuaaaaggghhhhhherhrhgrhg!" He sobbed as he watched the dragon swallow through tear streaked vision, then take more bites... eating his leg. Devouring his flesh. He felt woozy and faint, but a burst of energy from his horn brought him back and he cursed it. Bite after bite the dragon fed, until Brant watched with relief as he took a few licks, and folded the flap of skin and fur back over the wound, still connected by one edge.

Brant panted and gasped... was it over? He hurrked as a hand grasped his throat, forcing him back to look up at a bloody muzzle.

Therach gave the stallion a bloody, messy kiss.. forcing his tongue deep into the struggling equines mouth.

Brant squirmed and choked at the taste, and the tongue, both foul and disgusting, lips pressed to the dragon's in a grotesque parody of a kiss. He struggled to pull away, yanking his head back and spitting to the side. He didn't even see the dragon move, only suddenly found himself doubled over from a powerful punch to his stomach. Oooooffffhhhh! He stared down, nearly folded over double, crumpled from the blow, lungs empty as he struggled, and failed to take a breath.

"Bad horsie. I'll expect better from you, next time."

Brant felt himself sinking into despair as he thought about having to do this again! He finally managed a slow, ragged gasp, staying bent over until the dragon grabbed him by the horn and forced him upright again, his stomach muscles aching in protest. A second blow slammed what little air he could get out of him, and with the grip on his horn he couldn't even bend over. He mouthed silent words, eyes nearly rolling back as he almost fainted, but recovered.

Therach patted the stallion on the nose, "I'm told you are not ready to serve up organ meat, but you should know, I'm at the top of the waiting list."

Brant couldn't respond even if he had wanted to, wheezing shallowly as the dragon finally let him go, legs, stomach and face all in pain, and feeling like a tenderized sack of meat. Helpless with what little resistance he had managed to scrounge up beaten out of him, feeling nothing like a strong stallion. Feeling like defenseless prey pinned under the powerful strength of a predator. He slumped, defeated and trembling in agony.

Felestra had recovered enough to see Brant being finished off, recognizing that look. The look of prey knowing it was all over. Pointless to struggle any more, ready to accept it's role... to feed the triumphant predator that caught it. Then her vision was blocked by the body of the exquisite predator that had so savaged her, and then his cock. She opened obediently and licked and sucked him clean, tasting a mix of unicorn and dragon juices, and her own blood.

Therach patted the unicorn mare on the head, "Next time I should have enough saved up to buy some steaks from BOTH of you. I have some new spices and seasonings to try as well."

Felestra nodded wordlessly, loving how this customer always prepared his food so well. She liked just being bitten and torn into as well, but seeing her body prepared and tenderized and made ready for a meal. She shuddered in delight, already looking forward to it.

The dragon grumpily glanced at a clock and stepped out, leaving the two unicorns to be helped back to the farm where the worst of their wounds would be sewn up and made ready for the next customer.

Brant slumped, the dragon leaving finally allowing to calm, and without the fight or flight panic, even his horn couldn't keep him conscious any longer.

...

Brant hissed as Felestra fussed with his leg. "Just leave it!" he snapped.

It had only been a day since his last visit to the dining room and he was still in pain and grumpy. Doctors had stitched up his leg but it was still inflamed and angry and painful. It would be days before it was in walking shape. In the meantime he was hungry, constantly hungry as his body repaired the damage, his horn working overtime. He itched at his head, rubbing it, trying to escape the coldness seeping into his horn as the healing magic poured out.

Felestra nodded and put her hands on her legs, resisting the impulse to help. She had been through it all before and knew how to aid the healing process. But he was in no mood for his wounds to be touched. She leaned over and kissed his cheek instead.

Brant urghed and recoiled, swearing as the motion disturbed his leg. That mouth. It had drank His blood. Licked his torn and cooked flesh. Sucked that dragons cock. He wiped at his face and said, "Just go get me something to eat." He slumped miserably, turning his head away.

Felestra nodded, slightly hurt, but understanding. She had seen it all before. Anger and hate. Often, furries that came here didn't live long enough to accept their fate. But Brant would. She would NOT let him stay grumpy and disobedient. She would make him be a good boy for his customers and make sure he stayed here. There was only one way to leave the farm and she didn't want to think about her poor Branty being chopped up and killed. He was bad, and mean and a stuck up snob. But he was HER mean snob. She knew in time he would accept her. Maybe in a few days when he was better she would fuck him some more. She grinned, knowing he wouldn't push her away if she kissed him down there. She smiled, striding purposefully to the trough to get more of the vitamin and protein enhanced oats that Brant so loved. He needed his strength. He had so much more to give hungry and deserving, dragons!