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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 3 - Evana's Selection

_ 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 is an adult, bondage and slavery themed story._

Evana knelt, frozen by the touch of the blue dragons hand on her muzzle, caressing it in an almost gentle fashion as she knelt in his lair as his captive, his slave.

The caress mirrored an earlier touch, one that began the mares short journey into slavery. One that began in the slave pens filled with unicorns still stunned from their capture, still wondering what was to become of them...

She remembered...

It was only a week after the dragons surprise raid, and Evana was exhausted. She struggled again anyway but it was no use, the cuffs were too tight to get out of, and even if she could use her horn to free her wrists and ankles, her collar was chained to the post as well. She stood with a thick wooden post at her back, her hands and ankles bound behind the pole, making it a very uncomfortable position to remain in for a short time, let alone all day. Her shoulders ached and she was constantly sliding down the post, slumping down before she struggled back to her hooves and straightened out. The pose reinforced her feelings of nakedness, unable to cover her breasts or close her legs, open for all to see and touch.

Every day seemed to bring new terrors and fresh humiliation. Being captured, dragged away in chains. That was bad. Then the terrifying ride on that giant feral drake, wondering if she was going to be fed to it! Then being striped and examined like an animal by an impartial dragon and his furry scribe to take notes, as if the only thing that mattered were her measurements and shape. Then off to be interrogated, proving that the dragons did care more about her than just her body. Demanding to know her skills, her education, her personality. Straight or gay they asked her! She shuddered to think what that meant. Then wanting to know her friends, details about them. How did they even know who her friends were? She knew the answer, they had been captured along with her and made to talk as well. Worst of all, that massive machine that snapped the tip of her supposedly indestructible horn clean off! Her poor horn! It was what separated unicorns from mere horses. The source of her magic, and those dragons had maimed it! Of all the things they did to her, including the kidnapping, that had been the worst.

She still trembled at the memory of being strapped down, horn clamped in place, that huge slab of steel slamming down, the jolt of the impact and the terrible, terrible sensation of loss that resulted from just a small part of her horn being severed. She had gone into shock, not really coming back until she was well into the second part of the process, locked into another machine with another unicorn, their horns ground against each other in small circles over and over until the tips were well rounded, the noise of the geared machine drowned out by the terrible noise in her head as her horn was ground against some other poor unicorns. It was a day before her head stopped spinning, and another before she could make herself reach up and feel the mutilated tip of her horn.

Everything else that had been done to her seemed like nothing at all to that loss. But as the days passed and she saw what was in store for her she began to worry more about her future and less about her horn. She and the other mares and stallions were often gagged, either muzzled or with those horrible rubber balls strapped into their muzzles. It made her jaw ache, and was so terribly humiliating, drooling and unable to talk. Like an animal. Led from place to place, tied up, tied down. Claws and hands roaming her body. Fondling and inspecting, but she knew it was just an excuse to touch her.

Not knowing what was to happen to her was the worst. Gagged she could not ask any of the other unicorns, or even a dragon had she dared to speak to one. From what she could overhear, they were all going to be sold as slaves at some auction. After they were all fully processed, whatever that meant. She had seen a few taken away, never to return and wondered what became of them.

Occasionally a unicorn would kick out or strike at a dragon. They never did it again. The dragon guards were quick, brutal and efficient. With a unicorns healing ability they didn't even have to be careful not to hurt them. She cringed at the memory of the beatings. Even closing her eyes couldn't block out the sounds of blows and screams, and other terrible noises.

She squirmed for the hundredth time trying to get comfortable and looked around at the others. The unicorn next to her had it easy, she was facing her post, hands locked behind it, but her feet in front. Another was facing her post but her hands and feet were on the other side, making her almost as uncomfortable as Evana was. There were countless posts in this pen, some unicorns having their hands over the head, others posed like Evana or her neighbor, one stallion she saw was on his knees with his hands tied high above him. She knew there were other pens like this... many more and wondered just how many unicorns has been captured. There were several villages clustered here, or were. Who knew what had happened or how many had been hit, but from whet she could see it had to have been a lot. Now and then a dragon warrior would wander through, fondling a choice mare or stallion... sometimes roughing one up lightly. Every time one came near her she was sure she was to be raped or eaten... but so far they had only played and teased.

"Mmmmm... now here is a nice one," said a voice beside her.

She turned her head and groaned, another dragon. But this one was different, he wasn't one of the warriors. Various gold and silver jewelery flashed in the light, but was outshone by his polished hide that glittered like sparkling blue metal. All the other dragons had their scales dusted to a matte finish to make them harder to spot. Instead of swords and spears his only weapon was a small, jeweled knife and he wore a leather kilt instead of metal and leather armor. She looked away after a moment, unsure how to handle this... the warriors were easy, they touched and poked and jeered and then left. She didn't like how he was looking at her.

The dragon walked around her, circling like a predator closing in on his prey, but this prey was already caught. He slid a hand down along her rump, squeezing it with an approving growl. "Yes... you have a nice ass, girl."

Evana kept quiet even as she squirmed, trying to work her way around the post to get away from the touch of the dragon. She gasped as another hand groped a breast, fingers teasing at the nipple and a tongue flicked into her ear, making her flinch and shake her head at the lewd irritation. "Stop..." she tried to say through the gag, hating how helpless that sounded. It was like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from, being exposed, touched, treated like a piece of meat.

The blue dragon dipped his head down for a closer look, hands retreating from the soft fur they had been exploring.

Evana turned her head away at the sight of those scary teeth moving closer, gasping as a hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him, her chin wet from ball-gag induced drool. She didn't want to look at his teeth, and his eyes were even more frightening. She stared instead at his nose and face, concentrating on how his scale patterned hide glittered in the sun like flecks of metal had been embedded in it. Her head was tilted up, neck exposed and she quivered, held and examined.

"Do you know why we dragons love to gag you furries so much, slave?" asked the blue dragon.

Evana could only make a 'mmmmph' in return, not sure she could have spoken even without the gag from the dragons intimidating presence.

"Because you are animals, and the gag takes away your speech to remind you of what you are, or what you have chosen to be. You do not accept your place, you do not submit to your superiors, and you treat your inferiors as they were equal. If a dragon were to be in your place, in a foreign land, bound, no chance of escape, clear that they were beaten... he would submit. He would serve his captors willingly, but not you. You struggle and resist. You fight the proper order of things."

Evana hrmmphed again, a bit of anger rising in her alongside her fear. An animal? Because she refused to bow down before those that kidnapped her? She gasped as a clawed hand slid between her thighs, legs unable to close and prevent that sharp claw from stroking her tender sex. She whimpered and whined, trying to shrink away, her budding anger vanishing as fast as it arrived.

"Do not fear... we WILL teach you how to be more than an animal. To put the greater good before your own. To recognize when one should command, and when one should get down on her knees and submit to her Master."

Her body squirmed and thrashes as sensitive, private places were touched and explored, fearing those claws would do much more than touch. She scrunched her eyes shut, willing the dragon to go away.

"Some dragons think it was a mistake to let you furries rule yourselves after the Great Retreat. They think we should have enslaved all the survivors, forced you to learn your place once and for all. But the war was taking a terrible toll while we fought the insect advances. There was no time, nobody left to put you all to heel. It was hoped that seeing your utter failure to defend against them would make you realize your place, and you would serve willingly."

Evana stopped squirming as fingers slowly left her and she listened to the dragons history lesson. It wasn't like that at all! The furry armies didn't fail because they couldn't fight.. it was corruption at the top, the former great families that proved to be a disaster when a real threat emerged. They paid the price, as they should have.. but there was no reason for furries generations later to submit just because some distant ancestor screwed up!

"Even now, you are content to hide behind our defenses, let us die to protect you. We don't expect you to fight, you have proven incapable of that, but you can serve us in so many other ways... ways that could be quite pleasurable if you would simply submit and accept your place at our feet."

Evana had nothing to say to that, even if she didn't have a wide ball crammed into her mouth. She huffed through her nose in disagreement. Dragons were all insane. If you saw someone hurt, or weak or needy you helped them, you didn't take advantage of them! You gave a beggar in the street a coin, you didn't put a collar on them!

Chuckling at the snort, the dragon patted her ass once more, "I'll be seeing you..." he said, making it into a promise. He then wandered off and she watched him examining the other unicorns in the pen, dismissing some outright, giving others a closer look, and spending time with some of them, often leaving them whimpering. She tried not to look, but couldn't help but watch the blue giant wandering among a field of white and gold. She had been afraid before, afraid of the sheer physical threat the dragons represented. Beatings, maybe rape... maybe even killed. That was what she expected. Not to be told she should be GRATEFUL for it. Did all dragons think like that?

He finally moved out of sight and she relaxed, only to see a pair of warriors walking through the pen, checking on the captives restraints. Copping a feel is more like it, as none of the unicorns here were going anywhere and the guards spent far more time examining their genitals than their shackles and collars. She tensed, waiting for them to have their way with her again, but they passed by her without even a spank or pinch, actually giving the rope binding her wrists together an appraising tug. She was relived, she had been a favorite of the guards and drew much of their attention. Perhaps they had found another mare to tease and would be leaving her alone now. She could use some good luck, especially after her scary encounter.

Evana never heard the rest of the guards' conversation.

Walking further down the row of slaves, one of the guards grumbled. "I can't fault his taste, but I am going to miss having that mare to fondle."

His partner nodded her dragoness head, "Lucky bastard must have some pull to get first pick. None of these slaves will be ready for auction any time soon and he gets to walk in here and just pick out the best ones. At least he didn't take any of the stallions!"

"You can keep your stallions, more mares for me. Stop complaining, we get to play with them while they are here though, you can't beat that!" said the male dragon, giving a mare a leer as he walked past, enjoying her blushes and squirms.

The dragoness snorted. He said, "Once they are gone, we will still be here, and she will be with him. Probably sharing his bed every night. We can't even fuck them once. Too valuable for mere grunts to ruin. I really envy that blue bastard."

"I don't. Didn't you see his insignias? He's stationed at the front lines. A drake rider. Goes up against insect hives and queens. You REALLY want to switch places?"

The dragoness shuddered, thinking about what lay on the OTHER side of the dragon empire and said, "No... no I like it here next to the furry lands just fine. He can have all of the damn unicorns as long as he keeps those THINGS from getting past. Call me a coward, but I'm glad to be serving the empire here, knowing what waits for us over those walls!"

The male nodded, flicking his tail in agitation. He was no coward, but knew he would never choose to fight at the front when he could serve the empire somewhere else. Anywhere else. He had gone on many missions back here in furry lands, and running into a large enough furry patrol could get you killed just as dead as if you were on the front lines. But getting killed wasn't what scared him. There were far worse things than death waiting for you out there on the front lines of the insect war. These unicorns had it lucky. They would be sold to dragons, be given a place to serve and be useful. Some would die of course. Maybe in a gladiator ring, or fed to a drake, or even by accident. Furries were delicate and easy to break. These unicorns should be thankful they are so rare and valuable. Few dragons would pay so much only to kill them off. It would be a terrible waste. They would serve, willingly or not, be useful and never have to worry about where their place in life was.

They would never have to fight the true enemy. The things that want to do nothing more than to devour and corrupt everything in it's path. Even here he was not truly safe for him. If things went badly the Generals would call in anyone who could fight, regardless if they chose to or not. If called, he would go. It would be his duty. He would be scared and terrified, but he would obey like any sane dragon. He would fight... and most likely die in a slow and agonizing way... and that would only be the beginning of his fate.