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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 70 - Healing

This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!

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The physical pain only lasted for the rest of the day, but the mental hurt lingered. A long nap allowed her body to heal from the bruises and scrapes delivered by Hahnel in her attempts to 'train' Elyon, but she still felt hurt and afraid of the dragoness's promised return. Elyon fidgeted instead of studying, unable to focus. Master Talos promised her he would protect her, but that evil dragoness seemed so sure of herself. She had just walked in her, into her Master's very home and had pushed him around like she were his boss, until he finally had enough and broke his chains, literally burning them off and chasing her out.

Elyon lifted her head from her book at the sound of footsteps, seeing her Master in his robe walking in, his wrists and ankles still red and angry from the burns. She squirmed a bit, setting the book aside and making room for him, feeling uneasy.

Talos watched his mare carefully. She had been twitchy since her encounter with Hahnel, and that was expected. Her discomfort around him was not expected, and he was confused as to why. He hadn't hurt her, but he had however, fail to protect her. Was she angry? Afraid? It was difficult to tell with furries, and it usually did not bother him to not understand, but with Elyon it was different. Her training had been going well in all respects. She was learning about magic, about the duties and life of a slave, and of sexual pleasure and service, all of which she had never experienced before him.

The purple dragon approached Elyon, holding out a hand to help her up and feeling dismayed as she shrank back in reflex.

Elyon scooted back on her rump as the dragon reached for her, then flushed as she realized what she was doing. "I... I'm sorry Master!"

Talos crouched down, peering at the mare. "Do I frighten you now?"

Elyon was about to say no, but remembered how strict dragons were with lies. When a dragon asked a question they wanted the truth, not what they might wish to hear. So she thought, and was surprised to discover that no, she wasn't afraid of him. She should be. He was a big, powerful dragon who held her life in his hands. He made her do... things that while were not entirely unpleasant, were certainly things she would avoid if she could! After being beaten by that dragoness she SHOULD be afraid of him, simply because he was also a dragon... but she wasn't. "No... no you don't, Master."

Talos leaned in, head looming over the smaller mare, eying her reactions carefully. He wasn't about to let a problem develop and slow her progress. With Hahnel's threats of taking over her training, it was more important than ever before that Elyon learn to control and use her abilities quickly.

Elyon blinked up innocently at the larger head that was nearly close enough to kiss her. She blushed, knowing that he might very well do just that. She didn't actually mind kissing, just what it led to.

Talos hmmed as he studied her. She didn't seem afraid, just her normal timid self. He reached up to stroke her hair, and saw her shrink back once more.

Squirming, Elyon leaned back from the dragon, feeling the discomfort wash over her, not wanting to be touched, suddenly feeling like she needed to run from something wrong.

Talos frowned as Elyon once more shrunk from him. This time he followed her gaze, and saw she was staring at the burns on his wrist. He lifted it, pointing, "Does this bother you?"

Elyon blinked and looked consciously at the burn and slowly nodded. It looked so wrong. It didn't yesterday, but today it bothered her a great deal now that she thought about it. She looked up in confusion. Her own wounds didn't bother her, why should his?

Talos hmmed and leaned back, thinking. "I think I understand, slave."

Elyon cocked her head, "Master?"

"You don't have to deal with the slow healing the rest of us do. Let me guess... you never saw anyone with a lasting injury, did you?"

Elyon thought. She had hurt herself before of course. Cuts and scrapes and bruises. Saw others do the same. Sometimes there were more serious injuries. Burns from a fire, or accidents with farming tools. They all healed quickly, and never bothered her. She remembered giggling at a unicorn with most of the hair on one arm gone, and grown back over the next few days. A farmer with a nasty gash in his leg, smaller each day until even the scar was gone. Then she remembered someone else. A stallion who lost his foot to a wild tiger attack while he was hunting for mushrooms alone in the woods. It never grew back. It was the major limitation of unicorn healing, not being able to regenerate lost limbs.

She remembered how he was treated with sympathy, at first. Until it was apparent his injury was permanent. Seeing him limp around was... disturbing. Then he just wasn't around anymore. Where did he go? Nobody ever talked about it. She told her Master what she remembered, frowning at the memories.

Talos nodded as he listened. "Yes... that makes sense. You are not used to injuries that don't heal. For a unicorn to not recover from a wound would mean they were either very badly hurt or were sick in some way. It makes sense to have an aversion to a unicorn that couldn't heal. It might be some disease or poison, something to avoid at all costs. My wounds must bother you at a very deep level, looking worse instead of better today."

Elyon nodded, and now that she thought about it, it made sense. She looked at Talos, his face, horns, teeth. Then looked down at his wrist and felt nervous and uncomfortable.

"How strange it must be, to never know injury or long term suffering. I'm not surprised they banished that crippled stallion."

"Banished? I never said that, Master."

"You didn't have to. An injured stallion that vanished and nobody ever mentions again? Either he was forced out, or pressured or shunned into leaving. He wouldn't have just decided to move away on his own, with a missing foot."

Elyon didn't want to believe that, but couldn't find any other explanation that made sense. She hadn't thought twice about that poor stallion, not until now. Had she been glad to not see him again? Had she shunned and avoided him like all the others?

Talos gave Elyon a nuzzle, "Everyone has their blind spots, don't feel bad about not seeing yours."

Elyon smiled, "Even dragons, Master?"

Talos chuckled, "Well, except us."

Elyon grinned, then made herself keep smiling as she realized he was serious. Dragons DID have a blind spot. It was a scarily big one. Their whole attitude of everyone must fit in their place, and the weak serve the strong. Was it possible they believed that so deeply they couldn't even imagine questioning it? Once more her impression of dragons as some strange animal took hold, stronger than ever. She had pretended he was just a beast to learn how to communicate with when she first met him, scared of his strangeness, fascinated by his differences. As she got to know him she got more comfortable with him as a person, but there were some aspects of him that would forever be alien and different. How much of what he was came from being taught, and how much was he born with?

Talos hrmed at the unicorns expression, "Well, I can fix THIS problem easily enough."

Elyon watched the purple dragon lift himself and walk into the bathing room, making various noises before returning wearing arm and wristbands. She giggled at the garish colors, then let out a little whine. "Master... that doesn't hurt you does it?"

Talos shook his head, "I put bandages on first, and some burn ointment."

"Why didn't you do that in the first place, Master!"

Talos looked at his wrists and shrugged. "It was how my Master taught me. To let the pain of burning myself be a lesson. So I would learn quicker and have better control of my powers. He never let anyone treat me when I hurt myself."

Elyon suddenly felt sorry for her Master, imagining a smaller version of Talos nursing a burned arm, looking hurt and sad with nobody to comfort or care for him. She crawled forward and gave him a hug from her knees, resting the side of her muzzle against his belly.

Talos reached down and gave the unicorn a pat on the head, wondering what that was all about. Grateful he covered his wounds? "It's all right, pet. I'll keep them bandaged up."

Elyon smiled, happy he was taking care of them, not liking the though of him suffering needlessly. "Thank you, Master."

"Now... if I'm going to put that bitch in her place and keep her from trying to get custody of you for training, I need to convince others that your training is going well, and that you are not a danger."

Elyon sat back on her knees, looking up at the dragon towering above her. "I wouldn't hurt anyone, Master," she said meekly.

"You have the ability to sense, and to some degree, influence minds. This makes you VERY dangerous... but also very useful. If you could sense where new hives were being formed, or alert us of any that sneak past the borders it could save countless lives. But you have to be able to control your powers, and be willing to serve the empire."

Elyon nodded. "I don't know about the empire, but I'll do it to protect my people, and... for you. Master." She blushed, looking down at her knees.

Talos gave a little hmmming noise, "Dragons are what keep your people, and the rest of the furry races safe. Doing it for them means doing it for us too. You need to be VERY clear that you will serve the interests of the empire. You need to show them you are worthy of their trust and support."

"I... suppose. It's hard. Dragons do so many bad things too. I'm still mad about the unicorns that bi... dragoness said were captured and enslaved. How can I help that, Master?"

"Because you can't just help some of the empire. You have to take the good, with what you see as the bad. The more servants and workers we have, the more we can devote to the front lines and the war. We need slaves as much as it simply is our right to have them."

Elyon hmmed, not really wanting to argue that point. She didn't think she would ever agree with slavery being anything more than another expression of dragon arrogance and greed. On the other hand, dragons have managed to stop the insects when nobody else could. They died every day fighting them. If she could help save lives, how could she refuse?

"Okay. I'll do it for dragons, err, the empire too, Master."

Talos didn't look convinced, but nodded at the progress made. "Good. Very good. Now, let me show you what you will be wearing when we go out."

"Out? Now? Where, Master?"

"Out to show your skills and control off to dragons that will be deciding if, and how to use you against the insects." Talos led Elyon back to his bedroom, then to a red and gold decorated ornate chest.

Elyon nodded, then looked suspiciously at the chest. It looked like every treasure chest that she had ever heard described. Red and gold with a large jeweled lock. But it didn't contain treasure. It contained bondage. Her hand went to her collar as she wondered what he would be taking out of it this time. her collar had come from it, as did the cage covering her horn, her cuffs, her 'bra and panties' which did NOTHING to hid her privates! The uncomfortable jaw spreaders and training gags also came from it. She shivered at the memory of the nipple clamps that did... things both uncomfortable, and uncomfortably sensual to her.

Talos opened the lid and lifted out what looked like some sort of fancy tiara. It was very pretty she had to admit, and would have oooohed and ahhhed at it back in her village, but now she knew better. It was pretty, just like her collar, but it wasn't jewelry. It was bondage. Bondage that bound more than just her body too, but her magic as well.

Elyon remembered how she had to accept it... allow the collar to control her magic. It had felt like a smothering presence enfolding around her, but that had quickly faded. That slowly changed as she practiced and grew more in control and aware of her abilities. Now she could just barely feel it, like an insubstantial mist surrounding her. Except when she used her magic. Then it was like... pushing her hand into a jar of marbles, fingers able to pass through, but forced to shift and bend slightly around the obstacles. The collar and horn cage somehow, what did Master call it... tagged her magic so specially marked rings and other items could block it. It was how Master kept from being affected by her still active subconscious powers.

She bit her lip as she spotted another collar wedged into the side. It was made of a dark, ugly iron. Thick and bulky and oh so heavy. She had struggled to hold it before, when Master was urging her to accept the lighter, less intrusive one. The nasty looking collar had rows of spikes and studs on the INSIDE of the thing, meant to grab and dig into her flesh to suck the magic out of her. 'Ground it out' he said, although she only had a vague idea what that meant. He said it hurt to wear, and worse when it neutralized any magic she tried to use while wearing it. She had had enough of that with that thing that webbed her and fed off the magic of her horn, nearly killing her.

Talos saw her gaze and gave her head a pat. "I'm glad I didn't have to use that. It would have put your training back a lot, possibly even making you useless as a magi, a terrible and sad fate.

Elyon nodded, wondering how much he was sad because it would have hurt her, and how much because she would have been of less use to the empire. She knew he did care for her as much as dragon society, and his own strange mind would allow. He could have been MUCH rougher with her, much harder with her training. In ALL aspects of her training. It might have made her learn faster too, much like that scary, evil dragons had claimed. He chose not to, easing her into learning her new skills.

Talos held out the new bit of bondage for Elyon to examine, closing the lid with his other hand.

She looked at it skeptically, not seeing anything painful looking. "What does this one do, Master?" she asked cautiously.

Talos said, "This will prevent your magic from being used on others. It works with your collar, much like your horn cage to block your magic. But instead of marking it to be deflected later, it prevents any of it from leaking out at all.

Elyon cringed, "Like... the spiky collar?"

Talos shook his head, "No... it has no need to cause pain or pierce your flesh to work. It is part of the set made around your collar. But it does have a drawback, which is why I have not had you wear it yet."

"Master?"

"Destroying magic is a brutal and difficult task. The heavy iron collar can do it by brute force, but has many issues, only some of which I told you. This works by reflecting the magic back to it's wearer. That obviously, has it's own dangers."

"Oh... I see, Master" said Elyon, and she did. She had learned now that all magic had a price that was paid by it's wielder. The more destructive or harmful a mage's magic was, the worse it hurt them. Mages could, and did die from using it too much or too often. Her headaches had been because of her subconscious use of mental manipulation. Making an overly interested colt leave her alone for instance. It was only a subtle, unguided touch, but it harmed her when she did it. Eventually she would have gone mad, and quickly destroyed herself. She shuddered, glad to have a teacher now, wondering if her power would have been discovered in time, or if she would have gone insane and hurt or even killed other unicorns as she descended into madness and death.

"I think you have enough control now to try it. I want to to experience what it feels like. Take it... put it on. You may remove it if it hurts."

Elyon nodded, taking the new bit of 'jewelry' and staring at it for several minutes, building her courage. She took a deep breath and lowered it onto her head, concentrating hard and let it drop into place with a wince. Nothing happened. She blinked and sighed, relaxing a bit.

Talos smiled, "Good... your lessons are taking. If we had done that when you first arrived you would have had a bad headache immediately. That is, if you had been able to use it with your horn nearly drained.

Elyon quivered, an image of that terrible spider-like beast spinning her around and around to cover in it's sticky web, then hugging her as it caressed her horn and face, sucking the very magic from her horn... "OW!"

She quickly yanked the tiara off her head, feeling like someone had just poked her in the eye. If she had an eye in the center of her head!

Talos nodded, expecting results like that after mentioning the magileech creature. "That is what it feels like to have your powers bounced back at you. I could never wear such a thing. Fire and destruction would be quite fatal to have reflected back into my head.

Elyon nodded, imagining Talos' head exploring in a fiery explosion and shuddered anew, distressed at the idea of loosing the only dragon in the world she trusted, and... and... maybe even liked. A little.

Talos said, "I can understand you not wanting to wear it. You can continue your training with the nipple clips instead."

Elyon blushed deeply as Talos held out a hand, the two rings with round rubies on the ends in his palm. He had been using them to teach her control. Linked to her collar, he could make them turn icy cold in an instant whenever she used her magic. He also likes to tease her by making them warm up and vibrate when she was least expecting it, making her breasts go all hot and tingly. She squirmed and shook her head, putting the tiara back on gingerly. "I like this better, Master."

Talos smiled and nodded. She was doing so well under his careful guidance, even with the interference of that bitch Hahnel. She didn't like sex, at least not until you got her aroused enough to overcome her resistance. Then she liked it, for a while. The icy cold nipple rings were probably less painful than the tiara, but because of the sexual nature of the rings he knew she would choose the tiara over them. It was much more sensitive, and gave instant feedback. It would help train her far better, and without the resentment she would feel if he had simply ordered her to wear it.

He shook his head slightly. Furries. She had the chance to learn from a very skilled Master of the arts, serve a possibly vital role in the insect war that threatened her entire species with extinction, and yet she still needed to be pushed and guided to her Place. Any dragon that acted in such a fashion would have been quickly stripped of their position and thrown into the gladiator rings where they could do no harm.

"Good... just in time for today's lessons. Stand!"

Elyon pushed herself up to her hooves, keeping a calm mental state, very aware of the tiara encircling her head. She intentionally relaxed her control and felt a mild, annoying tingle, quickly clamping down on her magic. Her eyes followed Talos as he slowly circled her, moving like a predator and she felt her heartbeat increase at the sight. She forced her hands to relax, her legs, her back... forcing the relaxation up her body and into her head. Calm. Control. Her powers were like a thousand winds trapped in her skull, flowing and blowing in all directions, twisting and turning. They settled when she concentrated hard, almost into a gentle wave-like motion. With her nerves calming and senses opened she could feel the one bright spot in the lair, her pet bird.

"Ouch," she muttered as she reflexively tried to mentally stroke and calm the little animal. The new bondage let her feel the little bird, but trying to touch it in any way bounced right back at her. She rubbed a bit at her head and explored what she could see. It didn't feel any different with the headpiece on, not if she held her magic in check. She still couldn't see anything but the bird. The wards on the lair walls blocked everything outside, and Talos' ring made him an equally blank spot.

"Catch," said Talos.

Elyon eeped as the big dragon tossed something at her too quickly to catch, only able to get her arm up to try and block it, missing and getting smacked on the nose. She grunted as her head throbbed, wondering for a moment what hit her, then recognizing one of the small wash towels. She hrmped and rubbed at her forehead again.

Talos said, "It will be very different outside. Surprises, scary things, threats. You need to be ready for all of them, ready to keep your magic under tight control."

Elyon felt a headache coming on and nodded grumpily, "I'm trying, Master!"

Talos turned Elyon to him, lifting her chin with his fingers and looked sternly down at her, waiting for her to stop squirming before he spoke. "I know, slave. You are doing very well. Much better than I did when my powers developed."

Elyon nodded, still looking grumpily up at the purple muzzle.

"I would have much preferred to have had a gentle, slow teaching... but there is a war to fight, and even if there wasn't our powers can grow fast and quickly become dangerous. We have no choice but to learn our lessons the hard way."

Elyon nodded, furrowing her brow. "I suppose, Master. You know, I can kinda feel it now that I have been practicing."

"Feel what?"

Elyon tried to look up at her forehead, eyes crossing. "The hurt I've done myself. It's like... like a little headache but deeper inside me. It's... it's... hard to describe."

Talos looked concerned, "Perhaps we should stop if your hurt bad enough to feel it."

Elyon shook her head, "No... no. It's not getting worse, I'm getting more sensitive. It's always been there, only now I can feel it. It doesn't feel like the wounds left from that thing that attacked me. I could feel those too, when it happened because it was so strong. These... they are like scars... not getting worse. Healed over. I want to learn. So teach meeeeEEEEP!"

Talos smirked, his tail having slid up behind Elyon, the tip poking her up under the tail. "Concentrate..."

Elyon nnnnghed and closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm, ignoring the poking and prodding that her Master was doing to her. Sometimes he poked, sometimes he pinched, a few times he even licked! She endured it all, focusing on her inner self. Her magic flowed and twisted, slipping from her grasp just as she thought she had it contained. Pulling it back lest it bounce of the magical shield and back at her.

Talos watched his mare carefully. He was playing with her both for his amusement, but also for her benefit. Poke someone in the same place steadily and they can ignore it. They learn to filter out THAT distraction. That wasn't what Elyon needed. She needed to filter it ALL out. So he stroked and caressed, but made loud and unexpected noises. Pushed her off balance. Gave her sudden commands. Whispered to her. Sometimes he did nothing at all, seeing those faint movements that she made when she was concentrating on something in particular. Like she was now.

Elyon wasn't sure how long today's session lasted. Hours perhaps. Sometimes she was given some water to sip. Made to sit or lie down, then stand, crawl, kneel. All the while the little pokes from her own magic continued. Her head didn't hurt anymore, she was getting much better at ignoring all the little, and not so little distractions. Once again she grappled with her magic, telling the tangle slip through her mental grasp. It was so very hard.

With a meep, Elyon discovered something else hard, thick, warm and familiar as it slid between her legs from behind. She moaned, feeling Talos pressing up behind her, body warm against her back, a hand moving to squeeze a breast, and another doing down... "Ooooooooh" she moaned, feeling fingers touching her expertly, shuddering as a tongue flicked across a nipple, leaning back into the commanding touches. Her thoughts grew fuzzy as she started to pant. Sex wasn't anything she was too interested in. If left to her own devices she would have little to do with it, but her body had other ideas, and her Master knew exactly how to turn IT on.

Elyon whined as Talos thrust his cock back and forth between her legs, the ridged top rubbing against her wet folds, fingers delving inside, rubbing and spreading and stroking. She groaned, moaning, looking back up at him, her powers flowing like butter and reaching out. She tensed, suddenly remembering her headpeice... but no pain came. Talos must have taken it off at some point while... touching her. She relaxed, letting the feelings flow over her. Somehow it was OK that Talos was doing this to her. He was like wild animal that adopted her into his pack, protected her, but demanded to be her alpha. Like a lion, or a wolf. She had no choice but to submit to his affections, it wasn't HER idea to do these things... so it was OK to enjoy it, wasn't it?

She arched her back as the tip of his shaft tilted up, pressing to her sex, pushing, then sinking inward... fucking her with just the tip, stroking her most sensitive folds. "Unnngggghh... Masterrrrrr..." she moaned, not sure what she was trying to say, and soon not caring as she gasped and cried and her world exploded in pleasure.

Talos tingled all over, hot from the erotic dance he was performing with his slave. But as always, he kept tight control of his magic at all times, even when otherwise occupied. He watched once again in amazement as Elyon climaxed and her body shone like the sun for an instant, magic flowing out of her in torrents, powerful and raw.

Elyon shuddered, her mind floating as she felt her mind expand, everything she could sense and touch coming into sharp focus. She gasped and moaned, tingling shooting from hooves to horn tip, and looked up at her Master. He was surrounded by a flowing ribbon of fire, twisted in and out of him and around itself, his own magical energies, just like hers. Then another orgasm hit her and she once more thought of nothing at all. "Nnnngggghhhaaahhhh!"

Seconds, minutes, hours, days later her eyes focused, seeing the ceiling, feeling the bed under her back, and Master at her side. She sighed, squirming a bit in embarrassment as she always did after being... touched like that. She closed her legs a bit, blushing and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the dampness between her legs. She heard her Master chuckle and tried harder to think of less naughty things. Sometimes a moan of pleasure was all it took to get him going again. She started to try for a trance, and then remembered the sight of Master's magic. There was something about it... something tense and firm. She couldn't remember now what EXACTLY she had seen, but there was something about it that tugged at her. The way it wrapped around... itself!

Elyon kept her eyes closed and asked, "Master... how do you control your magic? What do you DO with it?"

Talos hmmmed as he leaned against the headboard of the bed, refraining from stroking the unicorn mare as she so obviously concentrated. "I don't know. How do you control your breathing, or move your arm? I just... want to and I do it. I learned it like anything else, practice."

Elyon nibbled on her lower lip and pondered that. For all the amazing abilities dragons had with being able to see magic, they couldn't REALLY see it. Sense it was there for sure, but her Master couldn't possibly see what she did. He had no idea how anything he did worked. But she did! She knew what she had been doing wrong all along. Trying to control her magic, trying to grab every strand of that whirling, flowing mess.

Her breath slowed as she once more explored her own inner self. It was easier now, after her... release she was drained, not empty but the pressure that was normally there was gone. Her magic seemed stilled, slowed, tired. Easier to work with. Concentrating hard, she imagined taking those long, looping bands of white that constantly slipped from her grasp, the ones that reached out from the main tangle. With an effort she took them, one at a time and wrapped them around the rest, tying her magic up, with itself. Just like Master had done. Knots. She felt something insubstantial click into place, her magic settling down. She was far too small to hold it all. Could only focus on a few spots at a time. It was impossible to control all the energies inside her. No mage could. But those magical energies could be shaped to contain themselves!

Elyon's eyes opened, "Master... I did it."

Talos looked at the unicorn, really looked at her and made a surprised huh noise. The normal fuzzy aura that surrounded her had shrunk. Like a light had turned down, dimmer. No, not dimmer... still as bright, but pointed inward. He was used to seeing her surrounded by a fuzzy ball of light, like she was walking around inside a giant ball of cotton. It was still there, but noticeably smaller, the edges more finely defined. "Impressive..." he said.

Elyon nodded, and quivered as Talos tested her, touching a nipple with his tongue to give it a lip. She squirmed at the erotic feel, and felt her magic tremble, but hold. She beamed at her Master, proud of her newly learned control and forgetting for the moment to be embarrassed at having her nipple licked by a dragon.

"Very good... now fetch me a book, I have an idea..."

Elyon nodded, turning to slide her hooves off the bed and stand, "What section should I look... AHHHHHOUCH!" Elyon spun around, hands going behind her to cover where Talos' had swatted her with his tail, feeling the sting of the spank. Her magic twisted and unraveled, reverting to the mess it had been moments ago. She hrmped as she rubbed her butt, then furrowed her brow to re-form her control. It was easier this time, she could REMEMBER the feel of it and it just... slipped back into place. But she also remembered how it fell apart, and could now feel the weakness of the shape. A tweak here, a tug there made it feel more secure... but she knew it STILL wasn't right.

Talos watched, smirking a bit and said, "Better, but still a ways to go. I'm very proud, slave. Did the exercises help? The meditations?"

Elyon shook her head, about to say no. It wasn't any of that, it was her SEEING a glimpse of him controlling his own powers that did it. But she thought about it, and realized that wasn't entirely true. The exercises, mental and otherwise... they were like building muscles in her mind. She thought of one now, a meditation where she was supposed to picture herself small and tiny in a vast featureless ocean. Another that made her imagine SHE was a vast ocean. All of those meditations and exercises were like... shapes. Or movements. They all manipulated her magic in various ways. Helped train her how to tie those knots, pushing, grabbing, nudging things this way and that. "They did, Master... I can see that now. I can... fold and tie stuff with them, and I just have to fight the RIGHT way to do it..."

Talos leaned forward, no longer smirking but looking with curiosity and interest, "What do you see, pet?"

Elyon tried to explain how she had tied up her magic in knots. She said, "Well... something is here... and goes there," as her hands waved about in front of her. She frowned as he hands hit, trying to make them move through each other, trying to explain motions in directions she could feel in her mind, but made no sense outside. How did one explain something that moved not up or down or in or out or side to side but some other way entirely, and more than one too! Twisting and rotating in ways that made no sense outside wherever she was when she was examining her magic.

Talos hrmed and said, "Not sure I got that..."

Elyon stomped her hoof in frustration. "It's like... taking a thread and making a loop and then moving the loop, uhm, outside, and back in a different way so it's inside-out? No... more like sideways-out. So it kinda... ahhh."

Talos made a soothing noise and said, "Just tell me what you see."

Elyon closed her eyes and huffed. "I don't see anything, Master. I feel it, sort of... it's... I can't explain it!"

Talos looped his tail around her waist and pulled the unicorn back to the bed, feeling her press against him. He smiled brightly at that, enjoying how she pressed to him innocently, seeking comfort. Just like a real slave seeking comfort from her Master. "There there... I think I understand. You said outside. I've heard, and read that before. That magic exists here, but elsewhere too. Somewhere out little minds can't entirely follow. Nobody can see, or explain to another what they do, they just feel it. If it works, that is what is important."

Elyon nodded, happy her Master was not upset with her inability to explain what she saw. Or felt. Or sensed. The more she thought about it, the ribbons she saw in herself and her Master were just shadows of what was REALLY there. What she was actually touching and moving. Things that just couldn't be seen. They had a heaviness, a presence that just hinted at a vastness just beyond her reach and understanding. She brightened at a thought. Handles. What she saw was handles to something much larger and complicated. She settled, happy at another revelation. It didn't really matter what she imagined she saw... not as long as she could USE it. It was her powers she needed to master to keep that evil dragoness away from her. Away from her Master too! She didn't like how she treated Talos at ALL. She wouldn't EVER touch him again, not if she could help it! Hrmph!

Talos smiled as he watched Elyon's expressions dart from one emotion to the next. He knew from his own learning that this was a difficult, but exciting time.

Elyon remembered the things that dragoness did, said and threatened. She half-snorted and half whimpered as she remembered what had been done, to her and to her Master. One phrase came back to her and she asked, "Master... what did that bad dragoness mean when she asked if you used your spines on me?"

Talos blinked and coughed. "Oh... that. It's something dragons do when making eggs."

Elyon tilted her head in confusion, "You mean... when you... take me, Master?" She flushed, remembering the stretching training she did, and still had to do to 'take' his size. She knew how babies were made, and assumed it was the same with dragons. Wasn't it?

"Well... not exactly. We are a bit, rougher... and we can give eggs to furries too."

Elyon had an image of a purple-furred unicorn with wings and shook her head, not sure at ALL what she thought of THAT! "Oh... but I can't get pregnant, you have all the spices to stop that sort of thing here. I didn't know we could DO that though... have babies. Master."

Talos shook his head, "You can't. I can give you an egg, but it wouldn't hatch. Dragons and furries can't interbreed. Well, it's VERY rare. Rarer even than furry species interbreeding which is rare enough."

"Oh. So... what did she mean by spines then, Master?"

Talos said, "It's how dragon males impregnate a female. The difference between sex for pleasure, and to make eggs." He pointed down at his crotch, "We do that."

Elyon looked, and let out a yelp of surprise, and not a little fear as she saw his cock, which was normally all bumpy and ridged, had suddenly CHANGED. The rounded, somewhat angular ridges now had sharp looking tips to them, and around the tip of his shaft were what looked like a circular row of spikes. Like a tiny umbrella. She shrunk back a bit and whimpered, "That would rip me all up! You... you wouldn't use those on me... would you?"

Talos gave a little growl as an irritated shiver ran along his spine at the lack of a 'Master'.

Elyon gulped at the growl and quickly said, "Master! Sorry Master." She knew that sound by now, having heard it many times in her first few days. Dragons did NOT like to be addressed without it. It made them very cranky, and with his... member in the state it was, she didn't want him anywhere NEAR cranky!

Talos relaxed and said, "I wouldn't use it like we normally do. Once inside a female, they extend... locks me in place to finish. Then retracts before I pull out."

Elyon watched as they softened and shrunk, the little spines around the head withdrawing under it, the rest simply loosing the sharp shape like they melted. She relaxed. A little. "So... you wouldn't' put those in me, Master?"

Talos patted her on the head, "Only to give you an egg, and I'd be gentle. It wouldn't hurt, much."

Elyon ahhed in a bit of apprehension. "Do... do you HAVE to give me an egg?"

Talos said, "Mmmhm. It's one of the things to show my control and domination over you. It will be expected I give you one."

Elyon shivered, trying to imagine something growing inside her. At least it would just be an egg, not an actual baby dragon. She squirmed in discomfort and whined, "Can't I just, kneel extra good or something, Master?"

Talos smiled, "Hush, it won't be right away. You still have much training to do, and I promise to make it as easy as I can. Maybe I'll put you to sleep for it. You would heal before you woke up, wouldn't feel more than a bit of an ache I bet."

Elyon mrrfed, not mollified, but sighed her resignation. Then a thought hit her, "Does... do they ever some out by, accident, Master? Maybe... is there something we could wrap around it just in case?"

Talos laughed, "I could use a finger from a warriors gauntlet if that would help. They wouldn't get through metal."

Elyon tried to imagine putting the finger of one of those metal gloves up her and eeeped. "No Master! I mean, no thank you Master... I guess it will be OK."

Talos scritched Elyon behind her ears until she let out a soft whinny and relaxed, "Hush, pet. Controlling THOSE is far easier than controlling my magic. They don't come out unless I wish them to. You're in no danger from fucking me."

Elyon nodded, and squirmed at the harsh, but accurate word. How strange that she should feel even a LITTLE reassured that he was still safe to... to... mate with. How could ever having a DRAGON inside her be safe with those sharp bits? Even if he did fit a little better nowdays... didn't leave her as sore as it used to. She squirmed again, not sure at all how she felt about that lien of thought. She sighed, wanting a distraction. "Master...?"

"Yes, slave?"

"May I have a strawberry, Master?"

Talos smiled, "Just the thing to put your mind at ease... yes... stay!"

Elyon twitched her tail at the command, and wondered what weirdness her Master was up to now! She watched him climb out of the bed, walking out of the hallway only to return shortly with a jar. Then he was back in bed, pushing her into place so she knelt at his side. She peered at the jar and licked her lips. Strawberry preserves. With sugar. Her stomach made a little growl of it's own.

Talos smiled, leaning back, his erection returning. He saw Elyon shrink a bit from it nervously. He had just the thing to fix that!

Elyon sniffed the air as Talos cracked the lid and opened the jar. her mouth nearly watered as he stuck a finger inside, pulling it out covered in sticky jam. She would have preferred a spoon, but she supposed a finger would do. She opened her mouth as the finger moved, away? Her lips closed and she gulped as she watched Talos spread the jam all over his shaft. "Erm..."

"There you go, my little slave. I know you are not fond of my taste, so maybe this will make it better."

Elyon remembered complaining about the taste of dragon stuff a few times when she first was learning to drink it. It didn't taste BAD, but was so unusual and strange that she still didn't like it. She smiled and pondered saying she wasn't hungry anymore, but knew he would know it was a lie, and besides, he was going to demand she clean him off regardless. Dragons seemed unable to clean themselves, going by how often he had her 'help' him bathe and lick parts of him clean. So she bent down instead, sniffing... it DID smell good, and took a lick.

Talos sighed in pleasure at the warm tongue. The preserves were COLD and were making his balls shrivel up. Maybe she could warm THOSE up too when she was done.

Elyon mmmed... it DID taste good. Wonderfully good. She licked again, and again, slowly cleaning the sticky jam off the dragon, trying to pretend it was a finger or stick. It was hard to keep up the fantasy when his shaft throbbed and smelled so clearly of male dragon. It was impossible once it began leaking that salty flavor. Strangely, it kind of tasted good when mixed with the strawberries. She flushed deeply at that admission even as she continued to lick.

Talos mrrrrmed as he was slowly licked clean, tingling in pleasure in his toes at the feel of the unicorn tongue gliding all over him. He hisses, waiting until she was neatly done, then ordered, "Suck me..."

Elyon nodded, opening her mouth wide, and taking him. Even though she had gotten most of it off, his shaft still tasted... delicious. Like a hot, throbbing strawberry. She mrrmped and ulped as she bobbed her head as she had been trained. Did other females find this arousing? She suckled obediently, not feeling that hot sensation between her legs like when he touched her there. At least it didn't taste bad... it tasted nice actually. Maybe he could do this from now on... it was almost... pleasant sucking on the strawberry flavored dragon treat. It was way better doing this than when he put it down there! She settled down to a slow rhythm, and happily saw Talos spread a bit more jam on his shaft just as the taste was wearing off, as if he could somehow tell. She mmmed in satisfaction, minding this a lot less than other things she had done. The scent and smell and flavor of the strawberries made it easy to forget just what she was REALLY doing, and she was happy for the distraction. And the taste!

Talos hurrfed and groaned... shuddering and moaning. There was something so HOT about feeding his pet this way. He had never really done anything like this before, although he knew it was rather common to mix food and sex among dragons. He might have to make a habit of this. Then he nnnnghed and gasped, head tilting back as he inhaled sharply.

Elyon mmmrmphed, feeling the shaft in her mouth pulse and jerk, the intake of breath and knew what was to come. She pressed her tongue over the tip of Talos' shaft just as he exploded, keeping the spray from pulsing down her throat and choking her. She had done that before and it was NOT pleasant! She gulped steadily, the taste of strawberry turning the normally weird taste into something enjoyable for a change, and she smiled as she swallowed. Then it was over and she pulled back, lapping him clean as he insisted.

Talos groaned, shuddering. "That... that was VERY good... oooh... we're going to have to do that again!"

Elyon smiled, having forgotten entirely about the scary spines, and nodded. "It did taste, uhm, better, Master," she said, and blinked as he smeared another finger of jam down his shaft. "Oh... you meant again like right nowwwmmmmmppphm!"

He did.